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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2015 4:44:24 GMT -6
Rayne's hair was a vibrant blue she came through the portal. Her a appearance was a bit disshuffled, her clothes all wrinkled and somewhat sloppy, and her hair was wild. But she didn't care. Where she appeared, she didn't know at first. It was dark, her eyes were having trouble readjusting to the dim light. Rubbing her eyes, as if it would make everything clearer, she realized first that she was in the middle of an alleyway. "The hell did i land?" She asked herself as she started creeping out of the alley.
The city didn't look to hot but it was familiar. What was this city called again? It was protected by a bat...? Or was it a cat? Who freaking cared who protected it! Grabbing a man who passed her, she offered up her most charming and innocent look, a little pout on her lips."Excuse me, sir, I'm lost. Can you tell me where i am?" She asked.
The man looked at her as if she was untrusted. Smart move, man. But she seriously needed an answer. He pulled away from her and, instead of answering her like a nice person would, he started moving away. That wasn't exactly what she had expected. So she followed him, waiting a moment before gripping him up again and forcing him to turn. "Dude, just answer the damn question. And while you're at it, can you point me towards a pub? I am starved!"
He made an annoyed sound. She could tell that he didn't like that she was talking to him. "Get the f*ck off of me, you crazy b*tch. Go bug someone else," he said almost in warning. Rayne narrowed her eyes at him. This man was lucky that she didn't anything on her or else she wouldn't be so nice. She punched him hard in the face for the comment. She hadn't meant to hit him so hard but he fell quickly to the ground.
"Oops," she muttered with a bit of a giggle. Well... she would figure it out eventually. She crept over the body of the man, checking his pockets fast to take his money before heading off. "Well, hey, better it go to good use than to a bum!"
As she walked, she spied a herself a pub. Almost simultaneously, she found herself smacking her forehead with a duh moment. "Gotham! It's Gotham! So stupid," she said to herself as she entered the bar itself. She wasn't speaking quietly and a few people heard her, looking towards her as she entered. Well hey, at least she found herpub. Now just to get some food and find some fun!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2015 14:09:03 GMT -6
T'Shan was enjoying his day off and had ended up in Gotham. Yes he had Mjolnir with him, it was always with him. Not to mention his hawk Skugga was perched calmly on his shoulder, simply relaxing. Sure the hawk and hammer likely looked odd when paired with his tattered jeans, Gotham Rogues T-shirt, black leather jacket and black Converses. He didn't really need a coat primarily since the cold didn't bother him much. Between his durability and training he could handle walking through the streets quickly before being bothered. Of course to be on the safe side he had one, not to mention the arms and shoulders had special pads to protect his flesh from Skugga's talons. Mjolnir simply hung on his hip, looking to only weigh mere ounces and not bother him in the slightest.
He had just left one bar and was heading to another when he spied a woman stepping out of a portal. She was cute and definitely worth checking out. Not just for her looks, but because she did randomly step out of a portal. He watched as she asked a man a question, got a rude answer and knocked him out. He smirked lightly and decided to follow her into the bar. That was a solid shot, she had some training. He could tell by the way she carried herself that that little skirmish was FAR from the first fight she'd been in. Yeah, he needed to check her out. He followed her into the bar and smirked lightly as all talking in the bar stopped. Whether it was his size or the fact he was actually well known as Scion either way he was used to it. He cleared his throat and Skugga let out a squawk, making him chuckle slightly.
"Aye Skugga, aye. Excuse me but you and I both know the money in your pocket is not yours."
He said crossing his arms.
"But the man was rude and did not behave with the chivalry he should have. So I shall give you a vague warning, provided you have a drink with me. Sound fair?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2015 15:49:41 GMT -6
How the fact that this was Gotham had slipped her mind still had her in a tizzy. How could she be so stupid. She didn't have super senses, but she literally should have been able to smell it! Seriously, there was just something about gotham that she felt like she should have been able to just smell this place. At least, that was what she was telling herself now.
She made her way to bar, leaning against it as she gave the bartender her sweetest smile. "Say, you guys wouldn't happen to still have the kitchen open, would ya?" She asked. "Haven't eaten in cennnnnturies!" Which wasn't a technical lie. With the amount of time that had passed between where she last was and where she was now? There was no doubt that it could have been centuries! But, to be honest, it hadn't actually been that long. Not for her at least. Oh the technicalities. Her whole life might as well been a technicality.
"Kitchen's open for another thirty minutes. What can i get you, darlin'?" The man behind the bar had a cheeky sort of grin and it seemed to make Rayne chuckle. It was adorable. But definitely not her type.
"Tell ya what, get me whatever you think is your cook's best and i'll pay double for it. And while we're at it, a nice double cap'n coke would be nice. I feel like spoiling myself tonight." She winked at him and he kept on grinning as he went to alert the kitchen staff of the order. What? It wasn't like she was spending her own money on it, right? It was justice money! And it was going to go to amazing use.
The silence that permeated the bar was a bit... odd to her. A quiet bar? She had never thought it possible! Although that one time in Old West Texas had been pretty damn close. Man, Jonah Hex was the coolest. She didn't really seem to pay much mind to the silence, moving to sit proper at the bar and get out her journal. She had a pocket journal that she absolutely loved to read so she could relive those precious moments. It held only the most amazing ones. But she didn't even have a chance to open it when she heard a voice address her.
Looking up at him, she tried to give an innocent grin, like she didn't know what he was talking about. But she just couldn't seem to do that, not when she got a good look of him. "Holy hannah, you are HOT!" Was all she managed to say at first before clearing her throat. Wait, he had said something to her. Um... what was it, what was it... oh, it was so obvious, it just took her a moment to actually hear it.
"Buy you a drink? That's one way to get a free date," she snickered, putting the journal down on the bar. "But you know what? How can i tell a man looking like you no? You look like you could tear off a limb if ya tried. It would be dangerous to say no, i wager. And if you don't, that pretty bird could probably claw my eyes out! So why don't ya join me! I'll buy you drinks til my wallet runs dry!" She was rambling again, she did that a lot. She really needed to work on that.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2015 22:28:34 GMT -6
He couldn't help but smirk lightly at her reaction to him. Yes he was used to it, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it. He knew what his sister would say. She'd call him shallow and pathetic. Using his simple genetics to get attention from women. Yes it was true, he did do that but he saw nothing wrong with that. He'd seen her do the same thing, which she of course completely denied and then followed with a threat.
"Well I have ripped limbs off that is true, and Skugga's claws can cut through most materials, you do not have to worry about that. Unless you give me reason I do not think I will hurt you. Well, depends on where the night takes us."
He said with a wink and a laugh. He sat down beside her and set Mjolnir on the bar. Skugga meanwhile took off and flew to the end of the bar where the bartender poured some amber liquid in a shot glass. T'Shan looked at his hawk with a raised eyebrow.
"We need to discuss what you do on your days off Skugga."
He said with a laugh before turning his attention back to the woman beside him. Skugga apparently had friends in the area and T'Shan decided to ignore the situation. Skugga was possibly immortal and had a beak and talons that were second only to a select few metals. Not to mention their bond would alert him to any possible problem.
"Well you do not have to buy me anything. I was merely looking for company since apparently Skugga has other friends."
He said with a laugh. He glanced over at the bartender and nodded his head.
"Bottle of Tequilla please."
He said before turning back to Rayne.
"I'm T'Shan Thorson."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2015 8:16:17 GMT -6
Oh she knew it! Just knew it. He looked the type. The strong brute type. The type that could tear someone in two if he really tried. Though there was something elsr about him, aside from the bruteness. A familiarity of sorts. As if she knee him. Or, well, she would remember if she knew him. More like as if she had seen him before. But where? Where could that possibly have been. Oh think think think Rayne! She knocked lightly on her head a second, trying to get those wheels turning. But nothing. Oh well.
"I will be keeping you to that. Besides, who would wanna mar this baby up?" she asked with a laugh, gesturing to her own body. Okay, maybe it wasn't the perfect example, actually. What with how messy she looked. But hey, she could have looked worse. Much worse! She scratched at the top of her head, trying to smooth a knot out and make herself look a little less like she just came out of an Amazon tribe. "Although i would be lying if i said i wouldn't mind seeing such a feat. And i don't lie. Well, i don't usually lie. I mean, if it's like 'Tell me I'm pretty or else you die!' and i can't find another option at that second, i would probably lie and tell them they were the most prettiest person in the world but that is a completely different story! So different!"
Rayne grinned as the bartender came over with her drink and gave her a wait time estimate on her meal. It would be a bit but hey! Now she had pleasant company! She could wait! Her eyes were drawn to the hammer as she brought her drink to her lips. Oh dear oh dear, was that what she thought it was? Was she actually in an alternative reality? And here she had thought she was in her home universe. But with that hammer? How could she be? It was a thought she would have to put aside for later. Let her mind work it out in the background.
"Oh no no, you said you wanted me to buy you a drink! A woman cannot simply get a slap on the wrist and not treat the man postponing her punishment!" she said, rather insistant on it. To prove it, she looked the bartender. "Don't let thid fiiiine specimen of manliness pay a single cent tonight! It's all.on me, starting wit that bottle. Well, not on me. I highly doubt that would he sanitary but, you know, I'm buying. Unless of course i run out of money. Theb it is all on him." she thought it seemed fair enough, yes? Yes! Of course it did!
When she heard his name, it all seemed to click. Of course! That name. Thorson? It was all too obvious. "Oh i know who you are! I swear i do! Well never met, pleasure to meet you! I knew you looked familiar! Because i know a you. Well, not this you, a different you. I'm being hella rude now. I am Rayne! Rayne Madrox, at your service," she cooed, dipping her head down and bowing slightly.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2015 13:10:19 GMT -6
He decided against pointing out how attractive bruises could make a woman. He was a warrior and to him it was beautiful. But after being labelled a woman beater he decided to keep that opinion to himself. Luckily his sister agreed with him so when they were together he didn't have to hide himself as much. Then again he was also glad his sister wasn't here right now. Primarily because she likely would've challenged Rayne to a duel by now. Then again anytime his sister didn't challenge someone to a duel it was a miracle.
"I would say tell the person the truth and take your chances. However that is me. Most say I am not so good with tact."
He said with a laugh. He wasn't always known for his people skills. He'd given up trying to understand Midgardians. They were a confusing species, but they were fun. Not to mention they seemed to like him so that meant a lot. As she offered to pay for his drinks he simply nodded his head with a smile. He'd still somehow sneak in some form of payment, it was all he could do.
"You know another me? I find it hard to believe that you've met another me Rayne. I always liked to think I was one of a kind. However I am curious to learn about this other me? Did he have my charming wit and good looks?"
He asked with a laugh as the bottle was set down in front of him. He took a swig from the bottle and looked over at Rayne.
"Is it wrong that I want to fight myself?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2015 13:40:02 GMT -6
Rayne chuckled at his words. It was quite amusing, actually. She was trying to imagine this man in that sort of situation, telling the person just how hideous they were. Imagine someone try to kill a brute like him. They would have to have quite an advantage over him, she would wager. Suddenly she found herself wondering how hard of a fight he would actually be. She would love to find out. Not right now, of course. Maybe later. She knew quite well she would likely get her ass kicked, but she knew she would have fun doing it. "You know, people tell me the same thing. I mean, what is the real point of being tactful of it isn't efficient. But you know what's efficient?" she raised her fists, punching the air once. "These puppies right her. Of course... I'm also told that i can't fight my way out of everything. Terrible lie that is."
She saw his smile and offered one back, as bright as she could manage. It was amazing how real the smile actually was, though. Then again, she was almost always bubbly. Well, bubbly or pissed. Let's just hope she didn't get pissed. She took a drink from her glass, trying to figure out just how to answer that. It was always hard to describe people's other selves. She wished it was easier but it never was. Not for her at least. It was simpler to just show people. Though she didn't actually do that often. Hard to keep track of strangers, it really was.
She finished with her drink, placing the glass back down as she licked her lips slowly. How to say this, how to say this... "He definitely had your good looks. A little less brute-y looking though. Shame shame. He was a bit slow but nothing i couldn't over look. If i remember correctly, he was a king. Took over in Wakanda after his... sister's disappearance..." her voice faded a little, wincing at her own words. No one ever wanted to hear something bad about a sibling. And if she was right, then he probably wouldn't either, even if it wasn't really the sister of this universe. "Anyway, you must believe me. Why would i lie about trivial matters? Well, i mean, you don't have to believe me but you should. I'm not a liar, not usually. I mean, I've met myself plenty of times!"
She laughed at his next words. Was it wrong that he wanted to fight himself? Absolutely, positively not! "Heavens no, it's not wrong. Not wrong at all. I've actually fought myself a time or two. There's a reason i like avoiding myself in other realities. We almost always seem to fight. And i am proud to say i always win. Well, i mean, obviously. If I'm fighting me, I'm bound to win one way or another. But i mean this me, the me sitting right here! I got one helluva right hook!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2015 23:37:14 GMT -6
She was certainly a woman after his own heart. Someone who was always down for a fight. He liked to have those kinds of people around him. Primarily because he was always looking for a fight. While he wouldn't pick a fight with just anyone, he wouldn't back down either. But he was also exceptionally strong and was aware of that. Primarily because he could easily rip someone in half without meaning too. His parents had instilled in him and his sister a caution regarding their strength and powers. As she held her fists up he laughed lightly. Not an insulting or demeaning laugh, or not trying to. He just found it funny that someone so small was eager to fight. But he could tell her knuckles were those of a fighter. While faint to most, his enhanced senses helped, he could see the scarring and callouses that were on her knuckles.
"Aye, sounds like something my sister would say. She always gives me grief for hitting everything with Mjolnir. Not my fault it works."
He said with a laugh. Of course the laugh faded as she mentioned the OTHER him and the missing sister. Without another word he simply took a big pull of the tequilla and sighed. With her tendency to vanish occasionally he knew it was a possibility. She went solo, not like him. However should someone take her hostage he pitied whoever held her. Provided she didn't break free eventually T'Shan would find her and literally crush whoever it was. Not to mention he knew his father would risk SHIELD imprisonment to save his daughter.
"Well I do believe you Rayne Madrox. I do not think you would lie about that. I just hope the changes between that universe and this is very different."
He said with a light chuckle, trying to push the idea of a missing sister from his mind. It was times like this he wished he could get drunk. But enough alcohol would make him feel better. His sister said it was psychological, which made sense, but he didn't question it.
"Aye, I get a feeling I'd be fighting myself a lot as well. Mostly just for the sheer challenge of it. Although hopefully I never have to encounter your right hook. I've learned never to never under estimate anyone. Of course if we had mead here that'd be a different matter."
He said with a laugh.
"So Rayne Madrox, aside from fighting yourself, what do you do in your free time?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 0:33:05 GMT -6
Rayne didn't take much offense to the sound of his laughter. She was sure imagining someone like her getting ready for a good fight was probably amusing. Especially with how small she seemed next to him. She wasn't necessarily a small girl. At least she was pretty tall compared to the girls she called friends. Which was really only two girls and she wasn't entirely sure they both thought of her as a friend, but that was all very much beside the point. Very much so. "Your sister sounds like a smart lady," she chuckled.
As she heard his laughter fade, so did hers and she glanced down towards her half filled glass. For once, she decided not to say something. Rather, she simply took a drink of her cap'n coke as a way to distract her mouth from actually making any sort of sound. It wasn't often that she chose not to speak. After all, it wasn't the easiest for her a lot of the time. She simply liked to talk, liked the sound of her own voice. And anyone who knew her even a little bit seemed to know that. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm pretty sure that there is a lot different in this reality than in the other. Namely, you're here and not in Wakanda so I'm assuming your sister must be live and well!" After she said that, she realized it probably wasn't the most reassuring thing. Ah well. She had tried.
Rayne finished off her drink and flagged down the bartender for a refill, laughing again at his words. "Just don't get me angry, T'Shan Thorson, and I'm sure you won't ever meet it. Unless of course, i drink too much. Then you maaaaaay need to hold me down," she warned with a laugh. She wondered if it was bad that it had happened enough times to constitute her needing to warn people at this point. It was funny, actually. Well funny to her.
"Me? Oh, you would hardly believe me. Well, maybe you might if you believe i know another you. I, um... travel a lot! Through time. It's pretty cool. Learn a lot of neat things! Though, otherwise, i like to find crazy stuff to get into around for fun. The crazier the better! And if there is a fight worth my time, all the better! What about you, Mister Thorson?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 2:13:25 GMT -6
She was a smart woman if she felt his sister was smart. She was, smarter than he was. Of course he was considered a genius in his own right, most just never assumed. Which was fine with him. People assuming he was all brawn and no brains made him even more dangerous of an opponent. Which made him wonder if the other him she'd met was similar to him, just better at hiding his intelligence. He himself didn't hide it nearly as well as he should.
"Well I am not entirely sure just how different it truly is. It could be vastly difference or the only difference may be that I wore a green shirt one day instead of a red one."
He was loosely aware of how alternate realities worked, or how he thought they worked. He hadn't studied it too much but maybe he should now. He was glad their conversation was drifting back to a more happy topic, like a drunk fight. He was always down for a good drunken fight and might even get one tonight, who knows?
"Something tells me if you were really motivated I would have trouble holding you down. However given the right motivation you never know."
He said with a wink before taking another swig of his tequilla. He breathed a content sigh of relief. She was indeed interesting and seemed like a truly fun person. Not to mention they both seemed to love the idea of a truly good fight. Plus she loved to travel, something that he understood. Of course his travelling was usually done with the Avengers so it was basically work.
"Well, I myself also spend a lot of time looking for the ideal opponent. I have only fought one other person who truly pushed me to my limit. Otherwise I spend most of my time training and simply having fun. I am a sort of Viking after all."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 9:12:14 GMT -6
"Yes yes, but you see, even something as small and seemingly trivial as that can have a massive effect on, well, everything. Maybe it starts with the color of yoir shirt, but from there, that one small choice, that seemingly minute difference, can lead to such things as, say, robber deciding against pulling a stick up at a bank or prevents a car crash from happening that would have taken a dozen lives," she began. She was starting to fiddle with her glass, half tempted to use it as an example. And just in case she would, she used that moment to finish what liquid was left in it. "You see, life is made up of choices, hundreds of them, thousands even! Some are big, like making the choice between saving a life or taking it, stopping a mugging or just passing by it. And some are small, like deciding whether to go left or right, to take the red pill or the blue pill. Choices everywhere! Every single one we make determines just what kind of life we will lead." As she said this, she 'accidentally' let go of her empty glass, making sure it would fall to the ground as it did. She wasn't sure just how it would hold up but as it hit the ground it shattered. Perfect! She bent down low on her stool to snatch two of the bigger shards that she knew would fit together. She made sure to hold them apart as she sat up straight again and showed them to her company. "See, choices make up everything. Just like these shards made up that glasses. But everyone is worries about making the right choices, as if there is such a thing as a wrong or right choice. We worry about our pieces fitting together just right!" As she spoke, she purposefully started to put the two shards together on the wrong sides, making sure it was obvious that those sides didn't fit together. "What we don't realize is that those choices we make, whether they be wrong or right in out heads, are never here nor there. They are simply choices. No choice you make is the wrong choice nor is it the right choice. It just is. And? Like these two shards, no matter what, they always fit." She finally lined up the correct edges to make a corner of the bottom of the glass. She realized then that she was talking his poor ear off. So she tossed the shards to the side and looked away. "Didn't mean to go on a rant. My apologies."
Great, she was already working towards scaring off the poor man with her blabber mouthing. She needed to work on that. Badly. She only just truly realized now that, because of her rant, she was now out of a cup. Well damn. "Barkeep, i need a new glass! Mine broke!" she shouted towards the bartender before focussing on what T'shan was saying. It made her laugh. Well it wasn't wrong. "With the right motivation, I'm sure any one would be hard to hold back. But you're not wrong. I can be a hell of a struggle when I'm seriously motivated to knock someone's teeth in," she admitted, trying to keep her answers a tad bit shorter now. No more rants! Let's see just how long that lasts.
"So, you're like... super nomadic, huh? Sounds like fun. But i wanna hear about this 'one and only' true challenge. Who could possibly be a challenge for a guy like you?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 13:44:52 GMT -6
He listened to her rant about alternate universes and so forth. He probably should've known better than to simply bring up something like that. Over simplifying it was full of issues, which she was happy to point out. He was so engrossed in her story that he didn't have enough of a chance to catch the glass. He made a move for it but it was too late. He shook his head, smiling lightly as she just went with it. She wasn't really rattled easily, a true warrior's mentality. She would certainly be fun to hang out with. Not to mention he would almost trust her at his back, almost. He hadn't actually seen her fight though, which is what it would take to get her at his back. She did have a point however, anything minute could have a massive snowball effect that would be unnoticed.
"Well I truly pity whoever has a desire to fight you as well as whoever has a need to hold you back."
He said with a laugh. He knew it'd be tricky, trying to hold someone like her back. Of course it does sound like something he'd like to try. Sure he had super strength, but if someone really wanted to get free they'd find a way. With a sigh at her question he took another swig of his drink. Skugga, his friends leaving or sensing T'shan's uncomfortableness flew over to T'Shan's shoulder. T'Shan scratched under his chin.
"That would be my father, Thor. He didn't take my mother's death well. I fought him for nearly 24 hours before he conceded. I'd like to find an opponent that would be a more friendly fight."
He said, finishing off the bottle of Tequilla. He signaled for another one before turning his attention back to Rayne.
"Well, how about a better topic instead. What's the weirdest universe you ever visited?"
He didn't want to really talk about himself anymore, he was done for now. He needed to shake off the sadness that was beginning to grow inside him.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2015 10:39:18 GMT -6
Rayne chuckled. "Then let us hope that someone doesn't start a fight with me. Because that poor unfortunate soul could be you. But, you know, i'd be lying if i said i wouldn't looooove to see you try. Ooh, gives me shivers just imagining it!" she wiggled a little as if to make emphasis on a shiver.
As T'shan was talking about his fight with his father, the bartender came around with her drink as well as a time on her food. She had practically forgotten about it, to be honest. She couldn't help but wince a little, imagining getting into a twenty four hour fight with her own father. She wasn't entirely sure she could keep going for a whole twenty four hours, but imagine fighting him, and all of his dupes. That would be terrible. And she really would not want to hurt him.
She took a sip of her drink, trying to put the image out of her head. The question she heard, though, was definitely a good distraction. "Oh, I've seen some pretty weird ones, though a must say, the weirdest, by far would have to be the one I've named 'Bizarro World'. You ever heard of Bizarro Superman? He is a real person in this universe mind you. Completely backwards. I met him once, actually. Weirdest experience ever. But then i found a universe and, i swear, everyone in that universe is pretty much our Bizarro selves. Imagine having to remember to say everything the opposite of what you mean! Very annoying... but also pretty interesting. And it always makes me feel like I'm both the prettiest and smartest woman in the universe."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2015 0:54:17 GMT -6
"Well honestly I am not concerned about fighting you Rayne Madrox. While I am curious about your skills it is quite simple. I have reach on you as well as I am assuming strength and speed. Not to mention I have Mjolnir that I can use to hit you into the atmosphere."
Skugga squawked at him and T'Shan laughed lightly. He shrugged and took a swig of his new bottle and scratched Skugga's head.
"Aye, I suppose I am bragging. But as for holding you back, well I do actually hope you get in a fight. Perhaps I will instigate a fight and blame you just to see it happen. Or get you drunk and..."
Skugga nipped at T'Shan's hand and he pulled it back rubbing it.
"I was going to say get her drunk so she starts a fight Skugga. I would never take advantage, you wound me."
He said shaking his head. He then turned his attention back to Rayne and laughed lightly. He glanced over at the bartender and smiled lightly. He made an offer to T'Shan for food but shook his head. He wasn't in the mood to feast right now, just drink and have fun. He listened to Rayne's explanation of the universe and nodded his head.
"Well something tells me feeling beautiful is not something you often worry about. But this Bizarro Universe does indeed sound interesting. I am curious as to what the other version of me would be."
Skuggga made a noise that sounded like laughing.
"I do not think he would just be a genius. I am smarter than most believe."
He said with a laugh.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2015 11:07:37 GMT -6
Rayne smirked at that. "Gonna hit me with that big ol' hammer of yours?" she asked, a teasing tone to her voice before cbuckling again. Honestly, this man had to be one of the most amusing guy to talk to. "You shouldn't underestimate me, Mister Thorson. Just because i look like a weak little girl. You never know, i could have a few super tricks up my sleeves!" she cooed. She looked at her glass, swirling the alcohol around in it a moment, listening to the ice clink against the sides.
She gave him a curious look when he started talking to the bird. Now that seemed like an odd thing. She wondered if the bird and the man had some form of psychic connection. Or maybe a spiritual one. She would find it pretty amusing if he started a fight just to see how she did but she couldn't seem to focus on that fact. No, she was far too curious about this bird now. "You can understand him, can't ya? What's he saying? I'm all sorts of curious!" She tilted her head slightly, examining the bird. There was definitely something different about the bird, probably those unique talons. She would hate to have those digging into her shoulder, let alone her eyes. "Is... Skugga, right? Is he saying anything about me?"
Rayne grinned, fluffing up her hair. "Well, I'm usually the prettiest girl in the room, you're right! I don't worry about it. But, you know, there are those days! Those ones when i just feel down and need a pick me up, that's always the place to go!" Just thinking about it now, it made her kinda want to visit it again. Maybe she would plan a little mini vacation there. It was definitely a good idea, one she would have to get on within the week. She wanted to actually try and spend some time in her, well, proper time for once. Why not?
"Well hey, you play your cards right, maybe, juuust maybe you can meet him someday! But you gotta make me reeeeeally trust you!" She pointed her glass towards him before taking a sip from it. "Although that bird of yours, he can fly through whenever he wants," she teased. "He seems like he'd be a good travelling companion."
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