6146/A Conversation Between Friends

A Conversation Between Friends
Date of Scene:	09 January 2019
Location:	Avenger's Dingin Hall
Synopsis:	Thor encourages Nuala that she will be welcome at Asgard while dealing with the recent charges from the Nova Empire.
Cast of Characters:	Nuala Duvall, Thor

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Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Drake having some mission to attend to with Steve Rogers, Nuala made her way to the dining hall at the mansion. "Your help is appreciated," she says to Thor, though the worried look remains on her face. "I am not worth starting a war with the Nova Empire over, though." She sits down at one of the tables, less formal than her usual demeanor, and more like a sack of potatoes, rubbing the silver psi inhibitor across her forehead.

Thor has posed:
    Strolling into the dining hall, Thor doesn't treat it as it clearly has been designed. He does not stop and take a seat, or await the automated system meant to take orders. He steps right past and stomps into the kitchen, disappearing from view though occasional glimpses might be able to be caught in the pick-up window as he begins his search of the pantry.
    "You worry too much, Lady Duvall." There's a clatter of pots and pans, a clang and clank of glass striking metal. "The Nova Corps has no approach that will grant them success in this." Finally there's the sound of a refrigerator opening and then more glass clinking as well as the rasp of paper rubbing against its like.
    The door thumps open once again, and Thor carries the accoutrements needed to craft a sandwich all in hand. Loaf of bread, bag of cheese, bag of turkey, a head of lettuce, some mayonaise, some mustard, and a large chef's knife. All of these things are dropped onto the table as he takes up some of the plates and uses them as needed while he prepares.
    "They attack and they strike at our people, they know our reckoning would be dire. Even if they succeeded in destroying much. They would not be able to stop us all and it would spell the end for them and leave them vulnerable to their enemies."
    Some mayo is slathered on a slice of bead, some mustard. "No. What is needed is to identify what is most important to them. You, for punishment. Or the technology you hold. If they will accept the return of the latter and allow you your freedom then... all will be fine."
    The blonde monarch offers a rather open and... in some circles goofy grin as he continues to prepare a sandwich, then offers her the first once it's ready.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala lifts her head, craning her neck back to watch as Thor passes in and out of sight in the kitchen. She offers a healthier smile at the sandwich, and takes it. "Thanks. I know they won't start a war over me. They probably wouldn't start a war over the technology, even." She glances at the suit she wears.
    "It may sound petty, but this life is all I have ever known. At the very least I owe them their equipment back. It would feel very isolating, being unable to leave Earth. Before I was confined to Earth except if a mission demanded that I leave, but..." She shakes her head. "It was /different/. I knew I had the means to leave the planet." She offers a laugh. "Listen to me, pouting like a child." She takes a bite out of the sandwitch, chewing it casually.
    "Sho they do not attack," she confesses. "You are right, they would not risk war over a single rogue officer." She arches a brow. "I never thought I would consider myself rogue." She taps the plate in front of her. "But then, what do I do as just another earth citizen? I am certain that if not for what Nova provided, I would not hold onto the cover position at the automotive company. I do not even know how to run that company, it was always done by a proxy."

Thor has posed:
    "As to that," Thor continues to slather some more mayo on the next two slices of bread and gestures with the knife towards her, "You could aid Loki in his efforts to rebuild the Bifrost and gain access to the worlds beyond in that manner. I am sure your knowledge of technology could contribute to his arcane efforts at which my brother excels."
    He tears off some cheese and turkey and plots it onto the mayo and bread, then tears off another bit of lettuce to create his next. He takes it in hand and /bites/ chewing for a time as he lets his good eye drift off distantly in thought. A few more chews. A swallow. Then he looks back, "Whatever you decide, Nuala, you will have a home with us. I would prefer matters be solved peacefully, and perhaps we can succeed in that endeavour."
    Another bite, then he murmurs around it, "But we shall not let them take you."

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "And so someone can keep an eye on him?" Nuala adds with a smile. "I could do my best. The ability to keep that piece of garbage you arrived on running was as much luck as skill. I could try to help in that."
    She takes another bite in response to Thor's own, chewing as he starts to speak again. "Your hospitality, as always, is without peer, your majesty," she says with a more natural grin. "I see you were able to restart some of your Asgardian technology, when did that occur? Your engineers are clearly quite superior to any skill I might have in such things."

Thor has posed:
    "Ah, as to that." Thor smiles a bit and wipes at a dollop of mustard on his beard, "It is less technology and more..." He furrows his brow as he looks past Nuala for a time, trying to gather the words he seeks. It is so much easier for Loki, but for him he often finds that such things fail him.
    Shaking his head he looks back, "More that we have grown as a people, that Midgard has accepted us. The stones, the sea. Our runecasters have asked them for their blessing and it has been given."
    Another half-smile as he flares his empty hand to the side, "Magic was never my best subject. But that is how it has been explained to me."

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "Magic is well beyond me," is Nuala's response. "I come from a rearing in mechanics and hyperdrives. Assessing the risk of small life forms to destroy ecohabitats and all sorts of other uninteresting things. I believe the terrans would call me an exterminator. I do not think it pays well, though. They wear funny outfits."
    She adjusts in the seat, turning forward fully as she pulls the crust from the bread idly, before eating said crust like a carrot. "I am glad that the natives here have come to accept you. I was worried for a while. I suppose they have no choice though. It's not as if they could force you out," she observes with an arch of her brow.

Thor has posed:
    "Mmm," Thor seems about to lift his voice, to say something, but she sees him in one of those rare moments when he checks himself and instad tells her. "If the people of Midgard decided that we were no longer welcome, well then we would be deprived of our home. Perhaps there are not enough to defeat all of us?" He takes a deep breath and then says gently, "But they could make it that we cease to exist as a people. And that would be dire."
    He finishes off his sandwich and then wipes his lips upon his forearm as he leans forward against the table. "But Nuala," His smile is warm as he addresses her for once with her first name. "We are a people that would not abandon our friends. To do so would be to lose who we are in an entirely different way. So have no worries. You are not alone."

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    The address at her first name brings her eyes up to a sudden attention, locking on his face. What she thinks of it she keeps masked, but it decidedly gains her attention. "You are a true friend, and a noble king, Thor," she says, returning the courtesy. "A fine shift for me from my own people who would have me imprisoned for doing what I thought was right. I would be happy to be aligned with you always."
    She breaks eye contact, then lifts one hand to her inhibitor, as if she might remove it, but then doesn't, putting it back down again to the table in a way that might make the initial motion seem awkward.

Thor has posed:
    That goofy grin is there again and he pushes himself to his feet, gatherng up much of the remains of the food and holding them with one arm. "Come, let us go train and see if you've lost a step. If we are to fight we must fight well." That having been said he starts to step past, but not before giving her a firm thump upon her shoulder.
    Once that's done he steps towards the door and on through, dropping most of the trash on the counter in the kitchen for someone else to figure out what to do with it. Since that's how it's supposed to be, isn't it?