5822/A bit ago...

A bit ago...
Date of Scene:	20 November 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Vampires and Werewolves are weird.
Cast of Characters:	Selene (Underworld), Thor

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Selene (Underworld) has posed:
The Semira Company is a growing technology-based producer in the Manhattan area, its roots are in arms dealing, but its American-based division is more geared toward electronics. Personal handheld devices and the parts that go inside them. As such they have some measure of interest in the realm of Tony Stark and all things related to Stark Industries, included the Avengers.

A Semira Company gala event was being held tonight in honor of their plans to help revitalize the technology scene in Two Bridges (Chinatwon), an offer was extended to the Avengers for any of them to attend and be treated like 'royalty' the invitation had said. Though it hadn't been directed specifically at Thor, it'd certainly been written-up in a flashy and pomp sort've way that would appeal to him should it actually reach the Asgardian royal's ears.

The event is being held in a upper class restaurant in China Town. Its a fine dining establishment that sits on the edge of a Chinatown public park. Those in attendance this evening are in their finest attires and a live music ensemble performing music from Eastern culture. There's at least 80 attendees at the party and more arriving.

Selene is a note-worthy member in the company, she's considered publicly to be the Chief of Security in fact. But tonight she's dressed as one of the wealthy. A black dress that sits off of her shoulders, her hair is in a loose bun on the crown of her head and her bangs are lightly curled to frame her pale skinned face. She's standing off by herself at the present, having been a bit of an isolationist she avoids most of the others that are present. Peer pressure is a constant thing amongst her people, but fortunately most of them are dining and drinking together amongst the crowd to notice yet, as of yet.

Thor has posed:
    The invitation had been delivered and a scribbled note within about how /someone/ should attend. Some words had been exchanged and perhaps it had been something of a trick to pass it off on the God of Thunder for he was not exactly what one would consider woefully unprepared and more simply that he suffers exactly what any new party-goer suffers when they head to a gala and... know absolutely no one.
    Oh his arrival had been lauded politely enough and to be fair he cut a dashing silhouette in the tall tuxedo, even with that eye-patch that caused him to stand out all the more against the backdrop of socialites. Some decidedly paler than the others. His features were warm and his smile came easily, for he knew that this was a function where diplomacy was to be enacted. Yet the way hey looked at him at times, and the way he stood out with his tanned complexion, bright blonde hair that's shorn short, and his vibrant eyes... it for some reason made him uncomfortable.
    But it was a fleeting moment, and once the introductions had been made most of them excused themselves, made off to travel the rest of the court and pay their respects and that left Thor... alone. Well mostly alone, as he was part of a conversational circle that was speaking around him and past him but not with him or even at him.
    Eventually he stepped away and left his empty champagne flute upon a passing server's tray and made his way towards the bar. Once there he cleared his throat, "Greetings, bartender. Have you any... anything other than wine?"

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
The socialite crowd certainly wasn't a crowd Selene enjoyed, even if she'd been immersed in it for hundreds of years now. She'd seen it evolve throughout those years too, yet always remaining at hits core a pompous affair with no shortage of vapid attendees and mostly meaningless interactions. Mostly. Selene knew there was some value to these events, they allowed the New World Coven to specifically fit itself into the rest of the normal society, to prove that they were capable of doing so without being persecuted for their true nature, even if that true nature was still kept a secret. There certainly are no shortage of pale people here, but its New York there's a lot of pale people in New York. Fair skin is in-style these days!

Thor's presence is a definite celebrity get for the party and he's going to be approached by a lot of people, and eyeballed by a lot of the more prominent women attending the New World Coven's event tonight, many of them are indeed Vampires. But not everyone at the party is tonight, there's a lot of guests after all.

Selene, isn't far from the bar, she's holding a glass of red wine but she's only sipping it casually. She notes Thor, she'd seen him when he'd first entered. She's well aware of who he is too, its hard not to know some of America's most prominent named super powered people. They're talked about everywhere after all.

She raises her glass for a sip, her dark brown eyes look toward him as the bartender runs down all the different types of drinks they have, and its a lot!

Thor has posed:
    As the waiter regales Thor with the options he seems to knit his brow with a touch of consternation, eyes distancing as if glazing over for truly mortals have so many names for so many drinks when he's always been able to suffice with much much fewer. Yet he holds up a hand to stop the man and says, "Bide." He tilts his head a little, "The one before last?"
    "Mulled Cider, sir?"
    "Indeed, that. I shall partake of that." And when the decision is made the man sets to, leaving the Thunderer there to turn back towards the crowd in general. He is looked at, smiled at, waved at. And, to be fair, he responds with a formal nod and a smile back. And as he gets his drink he's engaged briefly by an older man and woman who ask him if he can introduce them to Tony Stark of all things. The nerve.
    Yet he frowns and looks down at the tuxedo he wears, stepping to the side of the bar to allow other patrons access to it, which just so happens to place him closer to Selene. Close enough she might hear him murmur to himself, "This is a fool's errand." For he has no agenda here. He is but seeing and being seen.
    Only for him to look to the side, catch Selene's eye for a moment, then look back with more openness as he says, "Is it always this way?"

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene's own glass of wine raises up to her lips as Thor does eventually come to stand but just off of her right side. She takes a sip as she over hears his displeasure of the social gathering. She doesn't outwardly react to it, but on the inside it amuses her. As her glass lowers she looks over to him when he specifically speaks to her.

"Hmm?" The young looking woman says, she can't possibly be older than hear early 20s if one were to guess just based on her looks alone. Her brown eyes look back out over the crowd of people, the musicians and the formal traditional Chinese dancers who're moving to the tunes being played.

"This party or humanity in-general?" Selene asks him in counter-question style. She then shows a faint smile as she doesn't really expect an answer to that. "Quite sad to inform you, Mister Odinson that it is indeed always like this. They're the same party, on repeat, only the clothing changes and even then... its minor alterations over long periods of time." Her voice is laced with an European accent, its smooth and warm like one of the finer liquors served at the bar they stand beside.

Thor has posed:
    His good eye remains on her as she speaks and her rejoining question causes his lip to twist and a light exhalation to slip free, a quiet thing akin to a laugh but muffled. He shakes his head as he looks out then across the crowd, as if her comment inspired him to look upon all of them anew and grant them further judgement. Whatever decision he comes to, however, that judgement must assuredly come up short and lacking. For he turns back to her and says, "I thought perhaps this particular gathering,"
    He pauses and takes a drink of his cider, then says, "Yet your words move me to consider the larger scope of such matters." Another exhalation though this one like a chuff of annoyance. He shakes his head and looks upon her, shifting his attention from the crowd. "Though I do not frequent gatherings such as this my wits have not fled me enough not to recognize..." His head tilts to the side slightly as he considers her, "That this is naught new for you."
    He lowers his head slightly as if sharing conspiratorial words with her, or perhaps to hear her better since well... she is a touch shorter than him. "What advice can you grant in your broad experience?"

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene is wearing a pair of white gloves that go up past her elbows and cover up most of her biceps but the rest of her shoulders and neckline are left bare, aside from a jeweled necklace she wears with a small silver chain and a single little pendant that appears to be the shame of an icicle.

Her eyes go back out over the gathering of individuals and she looks at one of in particular, a pale skinned man with a skeevy look about him. He's well dressed but his long black hairstyle and the black and purple outfit he wears gives him that air of being a bit of a... less than enjoy person. Not to mention the two rather attractive pale skinned women sitting on either side of him at his table, quite close. He looks to Selene and Thor and seems to be displeased that she's standing anywhere near to the Thunderer.

Selene looks away from him though and back to Thor. "Its quite simple, really." She says as she turns to face him fully now. "Your standing amongst the gathering dictates the speech you must give, whenever you desire to give it. You say some arbitrary words of inspriational non-sense, then you get summarily snockered on the free alcohol, only to then wait for an ideal moment in the lull of the monotony... and you 'slip away' for the evening. Never to think of this experience again." She pauses, shows a faint smirk on her soft pink hued lips. "Until the next one inevitably occurs, of course."

Thor has posed:
    As for Thor, he may be a great warrior, and he may well be a strong monarch, but at times he can be so frustratingly oblivious. For is that not what his brother would capitalize on at times, his over-confidence and his sense of self-assured control. He simply projects that feeling, as if there was nothing he could not handle, though that is far from true. She could see him casting a gaze across the room. His good eye, sky blue in color, passed right over that man in the black and purple, as if not noticing him at all though he likely would even offer a wave should their eyes meet. But his attention is on the conversation as he speaks to Selene sidelong...
    "I am afraid I take part in too few to fall into such a comfortable habit." He takes a drink of his cider and then looks back to her, the corner of his mouth curving upwards in a smile that is entirely without guile as he simply confides, "The celebrations I take part in are often wild raucous affairs. This subdued celebration is..."
    Another pause, another look far off away. "Strange to me." Then he shifts the topic to something more comfortable to him as he relates, "And Stark's soirees are rarely so... austere."

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene certainly takes note of the man glaring at them, she's well aware of the expectations that he has for her and her complete disinterest in them and its made her more interested in engage this large... one-eyed Asgardian man, just to drive the other at the table a little more mad inside his finely pressed attire. But she's not a lush, like the women sitting around Kraven--the man at the table.

"You're referring to Tony Stark then." Selene responds to him. "I'm afraid I don't know terribly that much about the man other than a few passing news reports on a television here and there. He seems to be... quite into his social gatherings. The quintessential wealthy American, if I'm not applying a too large of stereotype. Sometimes those are hard to avoid with some people." She shows a faint smile then and sips her wine again. A glance away to a pair of people leaving the party.

"I apologize for my company drawing you into this. If you wish to flee from the whole of it, I can come up with a reason." She looks back to him then, his good eye specifically. "You're one of them after all, right? 'The Avengers'?" Her smile seems to show a slight half grin, but its gone very quickly as she just stares at him, she has a pretty intense stare too... for a lowly human.

"I don't believe anyone would be surprised if you were called away suddenly. There are threats around every corner in world, after all, yes?"

Thor has posed:
    "Aye," He says and for some reason that single word carries across the room, perhaps a momentary lull in the conversation and his rumble of a voice coming across too loud. But it does have him taking a moment to look about and then he offers a small sheepish smile as if in apology when he turns back. "Anthony Stark, a good man, despite his many..." There's a pause as he frowns, eyes lowering and distancing, "Many. Many flaws." Not that he is entirely unassailable for his own, to be fair.
    Yet then it's back to her and his smile returns though a touch hesitant as he holds up his glass as if to wave off her suggestion. "Yes, I am one of the Avengers. Thor, Son of Odin." The normal pomp and circumstance he places in that name are absent as if he were confiding a secret to her then he takes a deep breath.
    "Yet I am loathe to sneak away, subterfuge is not my strong suit." And then a small half-laugh slips from him, "I have faced more dire tasks set before me than to endure a black tie affair." He looks out across the room and something about that tableau, something about all of the people... it's just... as if things were too warm.
    "Though perhaps it would be good were I to step outside." For even a being of his strength might well be effected when certain minds of the eternal are turned his way seeking to influence him. "Forgive me," He tells her as he nods his farewell, starting to move towards the balcony doors that lead outside.

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene has to show a small smile at the Stark bit, she'd never met him but the way that Thor spoke of him was amusing. It sounds as though they're good friends, or terrible enemies. Its somewhat hard to tell. "Well, thank you for keeping all of us safe." She says then to him, but as he turns to make for his leave she lets the smile leave her expression and she lowers her wine glass. "Oh yes, of course. It was a pleasure speaking with you." She says to him then, watching him a moment longer as he walks off. She eventually looks away though herself and starts toward another part of the room, perhaps enacting her own plan to sneak away from the party.

When Thor gets outside, he'll find it to be quiet, oddly quiet since there were a lot of people out here when he was previously here. Its darker too, has someone deactivated the lights out here?

And then, a figure will brush past him, fast and dark, cold, like a shadow in the night. Then another does the same behind him! Something is afoul!

Thor has posed:
    Somehow the room had seemed to get to him. Just some feeling of hazy heat and distraction, as if the ceiling or the walls were pressing inwards and it left him displeased. He could see naught when he looked, for it was just normal, just a party, just a gathering of the world's well to do. Yet when he continued on his way towards the balcony he could not shake that feeling.
    Outside upon the deck looking over the city on that wide balcony that wrapped around the building itself, he felt a little more in control as the chill of the evening's wind brought some semblance of awareness to him. He took a few deep breaths as he leaned upon the railing, hands curled and his eyes distant. A glance back and to the side, perhaps a mild momentary wish to catch sight of that charming woman who has spoken to him. Only in that instant he realized how dark it was, how suddenly it seemed as if there were no lights at all from the city around them and that the shadows were alive.
    "Hello?" He asks, turning to consider his surroundings. Then there's that sensation of nearness as something brushes past him. He turns and tries to track, but finds naught. Then the sensation again as he turns the other way.

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
"Odinson." A female's voice whispers in Thor's ear, it sounds distant like it was at the other end of a long and empty hallway. When he looks in that direction though there will be nothing there. "Why are you here?" A counter whisper from the same voice now coming from behind him and should he turn to look... again, nothing.

The party inside is going as per usual, nothing seems to have changed except that Selene is no longer where she was and no longer in sight at all either.

"They're out to get you." The voice speaks again, now surrounding Thor on the balcony. "They want your blood!"

A shadow rushes at Thor and collides with him, it feels like being hit in the face with a sudden burst of smoke! Certainly doesn't hurt, but it can still make one flinch from the sudden shock of it!

Thor has posed:
    The tall man turns and his wroth is writ clear on is features, not quite a rage but it is clear that annoyance is strong as he twists one way and then the other. He rests a hand on the railing of the balcony as if that would provide him some bulwark against the haze of confusion and the whispered words given just along the curve of his ear. A large hand lifts as if trying to hold off whatever is menacing him only for that nearly invisible wisp to rush at him and set him reeling upon his back foot.
    His scowl twists and he lifts his voice, "I am here at the behest of another, yet my business is my own!" Thor's tone is sharp, severe as he straightens up and scowls, looking for whatever this being may be. "Show yourself and torment me no further lest I allow my displeasure to grow." There's a pause and then he adds by way of explanation, "And though I would be loathe to destroy such a beautiful building tempt me not to battle."

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Thor's mighty words might have a lot of impact on the unmighty, but when he's seemingly fighting spirits that cannot be smashed? Then he might want to come at this with a slightly altered approach.

BUT, right after he says what he says about the building the balcony doors open and a man in his mid 30s stumbles outside with a woman on his arm, both of them are clearly drunk. The man claps Thor on the back. "Right on, brother. Shout it to the stars! Get that shit off your chest, amirite?" He laughs, annoyingly so, AND his date laughs too, even more annoyingly.

A second later however and there's a suddenly snarling growl, and down below on the street a pair of dark shadows can be seen rushing away from the level below Thor's feet and toward an alleyway across the park. They vanish into the darkness, and then comes a sudden quick pair of flashes of light... the Thunder's keen eyes would see a person standing there in the alley, looking at him. But its gone in a blink!

Thor has posed:
    "Indeed," Thor's answer is given towards the man who comes up and slaps him on the back, but then he espies the shapes and the movement far below. Does he accept this moment of curious events as simply a strange thing to be ignored. Or does he, Son of Odin, summon the mighty Mjolnir and give chase to find the truth behind these events. For none shall escape the wrath of Thor!
    At least such is the thought as he scowls and steps to the side, "Offer my regrets to those in attendance. I must take my leave." As if those people know him or might be able to speak to the show runners in their current state. But he pays it no mind, instead reaching out to the side with one hand and then... distantly...
    There's the sound of something crashing through a wall far below. Then in the dance floor wood splinters upwards as Mjolnir emerges with a low /whom/ that then turns and seeks its way out towards the balcony... through the corner of the building itself and crashing through the brick to land in his hand with a faint /whum./
    Once in his hand Thor vaults over the side of the railing and drops down towards that alleyway intent on giving pursuit. Perhaps he will find them or a trail, then again perhaps not.

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Well that level of brazen disrespect for property not owned by him, not to mention the people who scream as the hammer rips through the air narrowly avoiding them down in the party area raises more than a few eyebrows, as well as security alarms.

"Woah man." The drunk says. "What hardware store did you buy THAT THING at?" His drunk date just laughs-hiccups and then Thor is gone!

There's a few cars on the street that honk at Thor should he cross in front of them, and the alleyway itself? Remains dark, but if he enters he'll hear it, the sounds of the growling and the flickering of a broken power cable shooting sparks off behind a trash dumpster.

"Come to us, Odinson." A voice says, the flashing of sparks occasionally illuminating her face. Its a blonde woman, she has yellow glowing eyes and she stands at the far end of the alleyway. "We will keep you safe from 'them'." She has an alluring pitch to her tone, not as great as Selene, but still pretty nice!

Thor has posed:
    The cars did indeed honk and the headlights illuminated his great silhouette as he rushed across the street. It was a strange mix of compulsion and anger that drew him onward ever onward. He looks strange when he's there, standing in that mouth of the alleyway with the streetlamp glowing behind him and casting a long shadow forwards. Darkness was there to greet him, coupled with that enticing voice that even still though it was seductive it played to his anger somehow, fired his inner sense of defiance.
    "I bid you depart, lady." His voice is hollow, distant as he steps into that alleyway, advancing towards the blonde woman with the glowing eyes. "It is not safe here I am in pursuit of..." But what was he in pursuit of again? Whispers, hazy shades of movement, distant oppressive feelings, the way Selene's eyes met his. Something about all those things were compelling each in their own way.
    Shaking his head once he tries to control the situation again, holding out a hand as if trying to urge the woman away. "I shall find these creatures and deal with them, you should..." What should she do? He forgets.

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
The growling persists in the darkness, it seems to be echoing off the walls from all directions, pouring out of the alley just like the shadowy darkness, or the alley's general stench.

The blonde woman continues to be momentarily illuminated by the downed power line's repetitive sparking and her right hand comes up to make a 'come' gesture toward Odinson. "You can help us destroy the monsters." She beckons him like a siren. "You can help us put an end to their terror upon this world..." All of these spoken words 'sound' like things Thor would like to do, but they're being delivered in a way that is HIGHLY suspicious, even for an Asgardian as self absorbed as our hero here is!

The blonde woman will start to walk toward Thor, she'll start to move toward him in a way that would suggest she's not a threat, but more-so just interested in closing the distance to speak more intimately with the eye-patched man. "Come, lets play together..." She whispers.

The growling seems to grow a bit louder... and just as the woman draws up closer to Thor, a white gloved arm comes around from behind the Asgardian, holding a gun aimed at the blonde! "Begone, temptress!" Its Selene, behind Thor now, here to help him?

Either way the growling turns to roars and now there are two shadowy figures lunging down at all of them from the roof of the buildings on either sides of them, snarling fangs visible in the dim light!

Thor has posed:
    Everything seems to make sense in the way it's delivered. Thor just keeps nodding and looking towards the blonde woman despite his brow being furrowed with a hint of confusion. But he nods to himself and inside his thoughts he tells himself, 'Of course I can help destroy the monsters.' 'Yes, I should help end their terror.' It does sound right, and it seems to be perfectly acceptable. Yet something prevents him from moving forwards to meet the woman as she advances. 'Of course, we should play together.'
    But then the moment is broken as Selene's voice reverberates off the walls of the alleyway, her weapon brought in and forwards taking aim as she rails. And then the mayhem of battle is upon them. And if there is anything that would snap the Asgardian out of his reverie it would be that.
    For a moment he flicks a glance to the side to see Selene and briefly he questions her presence. But then the fanged shadows leaping down from above draw his ire and as if it were simply part of him he brings the ancient hammer up and around, the weapon seeming to fly from his hand straight towards those fangs and eyes, hurtling with a blur of movement and then an instant later leaping back towards his hand.

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Thor's mighty hammer is certainly a powerful weapon and a difficult one for most anyone to dodge, even these deadly predators that are trying to pounce down upon him/them! As such the beast that Thor flings the hammer at is hit with a loud thud and a wet squelch as its sent back into the brick wall of the build it leapt from!

Selene doesn't hesitate either as soon as the hammer is thrown her gun is fired at the blonde woman, but the woman suddenly glows a mysterious golden hue and the bullet passes right through her, only breaking her midsection where it had hit like she were made out of nothing more than illuminated smoke...

A moment later though and the blonde woman just vanishes, she fades out of existence as though she were never even here to begin with. And then four more of the dark creatures appear on the rooftops and they lunge into the fray.

"Do not let them scratch your bite you!" Selene shouts to him. "They're Lycans!" And with that said, the woman aims at one of the five remaining creatures and she squeezes the trigger, wounding one with a shoulder hit, causing it to cry out in pain, she's forced to duck beneath it as it flies over top of her! She's still wearing her black dress as well, though its slit up both outer thighs now and she's got no shoes on, just bare feet on the cold wet alley floor.

Thor has posed:
    The hammer returns back into the tuxedoed Asgardian's hand with a whum of sound, with him catching it and bringing it around in a smooth turn, backhanding one of those leaping Lycans who dared approach the God of Thunder from behind. It's enough to likely send it spinning away even as he steps to stand at Selene's side while she fires, sending round after round towards the creatures and perhaps giving them a moment where those beasts might think better of charging.
    One arm reaching out to the side, Thor interposes himself between those creatures and Selene as if protecting her as he says, "Stay behind me!" As to why he says as much she only has an instant to wait before the hammer comes up and seems to charge with resonant power, lightning dancing and gathering upon its surface only for it to be released as he slams the mallet head down /hard/ upon the pavement and sending not just a shockwave out towards those accursed beasts, but also dancing bolts of electricity that seek them out in the flash of an eye.

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Two of the four unharmed Lycans are hit by the blasts of electrical power and it surges through their furry and muscular forms! They thrash around from the sensation of being shocked by the Thunder God's called upon powers, they howl and shake, then crumple down to their knees, one of them smashing over a stack of small shipping palettes!

Two more of them leap up away from the shockwave of energy and they attach themselves to items afixed to the building's walls, a fire escape and an old industrial air conditioner bolted into a large window. The last one, the one that Selene had shot in the shoulder, it is sent backward by the blast and is slammed into a wall.

Selene herself? She looks up to Thor when he tells her to stay behind him. She knows this man is meant to be capable of protecting himself, and others, but still it makes her show a faint grin before she looks away and unleashes a silver spike that lances through the air and collides with the forehead of the Lycan ontop of that old a/c unit! It slides right into the creatures skull and causes it to yelp in pain, then slamp dead upon the metal unit's top.

The other, on the fire escape, lunges right for Thor with claws out and fangs bared!

Thor has posed:
    Even as the tails of those lightning bolts continue to lick along his body, Thor rises back up and holds his hammer back, gauging the others as they recover from the shock and power of his call upon the sky. His one good eye narrows as he catches the sight of the one lycan hurtling only for it to be caught by that silver spike that impales it so perfectly and sends it reeling to live out the last few moments of its life upon the rusting frame of that old air conditioner.
    The Thunderer rounds moves instinctively to cover Selene's flank, shifting his grip on the hammer to the other hand and moving with a precision that allows him to intercept the leaping body of that other great werewolf as it throws itself into the fray and straight towards the tall blond man in the party suit. Its claws slashing, its fangs bared as it tilts its head in mid flight as if already wrapping its fangs around the Odinson's throat...
    Only for Thor to catch it by its own throat and without any hint of hesitation he /slams/ it down upon the ground where it is pinned powerfully, left to scrabble and scrape and whine as it tries to break free only to have the hammer brought forward to hover over its nose, "Cease your struggles creature lest I send you off to the afterlife like your comrades! I would have you speak. Speak of why you would attack the Son of Odin so."

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Two that had been fried by the electricity are in a heap on the floor of the alley and their fur is sizzling, smoke even rising up off of them from having their forms so super heated. The one on the air conditioner is dead, but there's a stream of blood running down from its head and mouth, trickling off of the bulky old box of metal.

The one at the end of Thor's hammer? Its snarling up at the Thunder God. Its fangs are snapping together, requiring every ounce of its will power not to try to fight back against the superior strength of the Asgardian royalty. It continues to thrash and bite, as though its in some kind of agony even.

Selene steps around to look down at it, then up to Thor. "They can't talk in this form." She tells him. "He's useless like this. He won't change back to answer your questions either." And with that said the woman in the black dressed, who'd altered it up the sides to allow her to run and get her as quickly as she had, raises her gun up and is preparing to shoot the creature in its face!

Thor has posed:
    Most heroes might well stop her, considering that they are often rushing about performing their heroics primarily in a sense of making the world right. But Thor... he is a pragmatist in some ways for he was first a soldier before he was a hero and when she steps up to bring her weapon to the ready he simply lets her fire. Just the once with a resonant crack dancing up and down the alleyway though not carrying perhaps as much as it could. He releases the dead creature and straightens up to his full height.
    He does not seem surprised for some reason though it's revealed when he turns to the side and murmurs towards her. "There were creatures such as this that fought for the Jotun. The Vargrulfr, wolves in skin only. Men otherwise." Thor turns to look at her and lifts his chin slightly, "I was not aware they lived here on Midgard." He looks back at the remains of the fallen and frowns.
    "Though these seem different. More feral, and if you knew the Vargrulfr you would know I do not say this lightly."

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene squeezes the trigger on her hand gun and it fires a round right into the beast's forehead. There's only a second or so before not just blood can be seen seeping out, but also the sparkling shine of liquid silver mixed in with it, it surges through the creature's body and it seizes its heart and just generally discontinues its ability to live.

Selene's eyes, having shifted from brown to an exceptionally pale blue, like the shade of a Frost Giant that Thor may notice of. She just stares at him for a few seconds before she responds. "There are many kinds of Lycan on this planet, they come in a wide variety of... ferocity. This one, was of the bloodline from where I come from. Far from here." She lowers her gun then down to her right thigh. Her eyes drop back down to it.

Down the alleyway there is a howl and the last wolf that she'd not killed, only wounded, is fleeing around a corner.

Selene turns back to look at Thor. "They want you for your power. They're desperately trying to find new weapons to avoid exctinction at my people's hands. This is why they've come to America, in hopes of infecting the wealth of powerful people here."

Thor has posed:
    "Well then," Thor says as if it were the easiest thing in the world as he murmurs, "They shall not have me." And with that he nods solemnly even as he switches hands with his hammer again, letting it slip back effortlessly into the form of an umbrella that it held before it went flying through that ball room. He looks towards her and for a moment she can tell he is looking on her anew. Not as just a lovely young woman who helped him pass the moments in an awkward social situation, but as a warrior. Albeit a very short one.
    "You enjoy my thanks, and hold me at a disadvantage." His good eye tightens slightly, "So I shall not demand answers. Though I am willing to offer aid if you so wish..."
    And that is, of course, the instant where he looks to her pointedly and seems to await for her to offer what she will of herself. A moment. Two. Three that linger, but if he receives naught for answer he'll start to step away.

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
What Thor will bare witness now is not simply a pale skinned lithe figured woman in a torn black dress spilling out all the answers that he so desires in this moment, oh no, what he sees now is that she's reaching down to unceremoniously grasp onto the shoulder of the Lycan dead at their feet, and she starts to drag it toward the other two that were electrified to a crisp down the alleyway...

Her pale blue eyes look back to him though over her right shoulder. "You've gotten yourself into the outer edges of a shadow war, Sir Odinson." Selen then says to the King of the displaced Asgard. "A war that has been in long standing on this world, for well over six hundred years." With a wet thud the Lycan's body is dropped between the other two, then she turns to walk toward the wall where the fourth dead werewolf is slumped over that air conditioning unit.

"My name is Selene. I'm a Death Dealer." She says, her hands going up to that other furry corpse. First, she yanks the silver spike from its brow, and then whips the dark jellied blood off of its length before she slides it into a leather strap around her right bared thigh. "It is my life's goal to see the eradication of this family lineage of Lycan." She drags that beast fully from the metal box and over to the others as well.

Thor has posed:
    "It's... King, actually." Thor says in regards to the 'Sir' though perhaps a little lower than his normal speaking voice as he steps after her, footsteps quiet in that alleyway as he moves with her towards those fallen bodies. His good eye narrows as he considers their fallen forms and kneels beside them. He nudges one with the tip of a finger, then lifts the shoulder slightly as he espies some scarification but recognizes it not, and perhaps likely nothing of significance. Rising back to his feet he turns towards her.
    "Six hundred years?" His eyebrow lifts slightly and he nods to himself as he reconsiders his presumptions. Taking a step out of her way he tells her, "You do not look a day over five hundred." He offers that with some measure of seriousness so she might not entirely be sure if he's making light or not. Whatever the case, however, he lowers his head slightly in what passes for a bow. "Selene, I bid you greetings and well met."
    Another step to the side and he folds his arms over his chest, that umbrella tucked under one arm as he considers the corpses. "Six hundred years, however, is a long time for a war to be waged. How fare you and yours?"

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene is moving around the pile of dead werewolves as Thor investigates them and responds to her. She steps around to the front so that her back is facing the outside of the alleyway and her eyes go over to him, she shows a genuine smile toward his joke about her age. "Charming." She replies to him then. Truth is she's frozen in age at the time she was turned, at the age of 19. She definitely doesn't act 19 though, not by any means. "What you did... to them." She nods down to the pile of gross death.

"Thats why they were after you. They're after anyone with abilities such as yours, in hopes of making you one... with them. Apart of their pack and thusly apart of their 'side' to this war. They may have bitten off more than they could chew, however. King."

As soon as she says 'King' there's a snap hiss of fire in front of her, a silver cylinder ignites with a flame spouting from it several inches. She holds it up and then drops it onto the Lycans, as it settles onto the pile of death it starts to subsequently ignite THEM in a very hot fire.

"There've been losses, on both sides." Selene says as she stares at the fire whilst it spreads. Then her blue eyes look back up to Thor and they shift from that ice-blue back into that more natural brown shade of pupils as she'd had inside the party. "But we're winning. They're growing more and more desperate because of it."

Thor has posed:
    "Oh, no need to be formal." He offers as he frowns to himself, nudging the corpses with the toe of his rather fancy black dress shoe. "Your Majesty is fine." His lip twitches slightly and she might pick up on the hint that he's not being entirely serious, for at times Thor does play into the stereotype that follows him around. But then just in case she actually does consider calling him that he replies, "Or Thor. Is fine." He steps away then from the corpses as she gives life to that brilliant light.
    "It is likely they are mistaken in their pursuit. We of Asgard are hearty stock, it is doubtful we would suffer from wounds from them to the degree they may well wish." He tightens his arms over his chest and grimaces while his features are limned from underneath by the glow of the flames. "And though their approach may have had some measure of success I am not one to forsake my duty for long, even under the wiles of beauty." Though Amora might have something to say about that.
    "This does seem an act of desperation. To draw the attention of me and mine could well add yet more enemies against their cause."

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
As the wolves burn before them, Selene does take a step back as well and her eyes return to Thor's face. "Thor." She quietly says his name once more, mostly because it was a name she knew of from the legends, but to see him before her here and now, she is admittedly surprised. Humbled a bit one might even say. But, she ultimately looks back down to them as they're burned up by that wickedly hot fire.

"They knew 'an' Avenger was due to be here this evening, they likely did not know it was going to be you. Or perhaps they did and they simply have very lofty goals." She looks back over at him, but its more of just a side glance, her pale face lit up with the orange glow of the foul smelling bonfire they're together in front of. "I apologize for your evening turning into... this. But at the same time, you did seem rather bored of what it was prior to their attempt. So perhaps this _has_ turned out to be a more memorable evening for you?" She shows another smile then and looks away once more.

"I should return to the party, gather my things up. They won't attack here again tonight." Selene holsters her gun then along her left thigh in a leather hoop strapped around her leg.

Thor has posed:
    His chest lifts and lowers slowly as he breathes, thoughts perhaps distanced on what this might entail for the future. It's a subtle difference from the man he once was and the man he is now. The Thor of some years past would have hurried off and sought revenge, gathering those near him to his side and made these foul enemies pay. But the Thor of this day, his thoughts drift to how his actions might reflect on his people. How Asgard's path could be altered for him to take up the cause of another's war.
    "You owe me no apology for this night. The fault lies with these who would risk my wroth." His brow furrows and idly he lifts a fingertip to run along the curve of that strapless eyepatch, reminding himself of the price he's paid. But as quickly as that moment of reflection came, it is gone as he turns back to her. His gaze finds hers and he says calmly, "And indeed..."
    His lip curves up as he says, "This was the second time you saved me tonight. And for that I am grateful." As she begins to make her departure he unfolds his arms and looks to her, gaze dropping down as she reholsters her gun, then back up to her eyes. "I would speak more with you on this matter. How should I contact you?"

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
There are others coming across the street, dressed in party attire as well. Three men and a woman, they're moving toward the alley's mouth and where they can see Selene and Thor, members of Selene's entourage... other Death Dealers. She hadn't mentioned they were Vampires, she hadn't done it for a pointed reason. She knows that Thor is legendary for fighting perceived 'evils' and he may well consider she and her people lumped into that category if she mentioned it to him here and now before she'd had a chance to really present how her people are trying to live.

She pauses in her turn, facing him now, she looks over to one of her people then and she walks toward him and after a brief word she's coming back to the King of the Asgard people, stepping up to him and offering him a business card of all things. It only has a few e-mail addresses and a street address, a street address that would turn out to be not that far from Stark Tower even.

"I stay here. I work for the people who own a company in this building." She dips her chin toward him a single time. "I'd be happy to work with you in the future, King Odinson." She grins just a little, for a second or two before she lets it fade away. "But what I do is... not for the feint of heart. Fair warning." She can sass him a bit too!

Thor has posed:
    The Thunderer's answer is primarily an indignant exhalation from his nose, not quite a snort but something just short of it and coupled with a subtle, 'harumph'. But he does accept the card and pockets it in the breast pocket of his tuxedo, patting it lightly with one hand as he meets her gaze. "We shall speak soon," He says levelly, perhaps offering a hint more of emphasis on each word to lend them further weight.
    But then his gaze lifts up and beyond her to look towards her comrades who have arrived. It is difficult for him to pin down why, but for some reason they make him feel a touch on edge. But that is surely foolish and he dismisses the notion almost immediately. "Until then." He lowers his eyes and taps the handle of his umbrella to his brow as if a small salute, though it would have more impact if he were wearing a hat.
    That having been said he turns and begins to walk away from the blaze of fur and flesh. Much there is to reflect upon, not least of which is the Death Dealer Selene.