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After years of exposure, you stop smelling that almost bleach-like sting of ozone. It had an uncanny habit of sticking to Magni Thorson's clothes and hair, but was often lost on the oaf. His senses were more keenly attuned to much more particular aromas: the metallic scent of blood, the sulfuric odor of the denizens of Muspelheim, or the pungent smell of rock trolls. But high up in the clouds, with the winds whipping at his novelty t-shirt and unkempt hair, that burning smell was noticeable.

He was on the right trail. The hammer, the message... it all lead back to the same place. A scar upon the Prince of Thunder's memory, and one of only two places in Midgard he had ever called home: Descendants Academy.

A darkened storm cloud provided both visual cover and a clear sign of the god's approach. Mere minutes away, the cloud hovered over Long Island Sound as Magni paused and scanned his surroundings. He saw a faint trail of light circle the skies above the tower from a distance, making it clear that some forces had already settled at the meeting location. The notion of an ambush did cross his mind, but he scoffed at the thought. He would not be deterred or outfoxed by weaklings.

For Magni was a god, and above such mortal schemes.

This sentiment stood to reason, so long as he continued to ignore the facts. The King of Asgard last traveled by way of the Bifrost to the realm of man, never to be seen again. Magni himself had also spent several years living amongst mortals of great strength and guile, who not only matched but may have even outpaced his own powers. If they had dedicated the same decade toiling away in combat to further hone their own strengths as he had, then it would stand to reason that they would be more than capable of posing a threat. But reason was not for gods of strength. Reason was for men with soft hands and supple skin. Courage instead led the movements of the heir of Asgard. 

Courage, and the desire for meat and mead.

The cloud dissipated as a single black and blue streak shot through the heavens in the direction of the tower, white clouds of precipitation scattered by gusts of strong winds. The streak plummeted in an arc towards the glass tower, a loud whistle piercing the otherwise calm environment. Magni spun his body around as the ground encompassed more of his vision. He landed with great impact. Soil, grass, rock, and concrete sprayed in the air. The ground cratered and buckled under his strength and speed. Heavy black boots dug through dirt and stone as if it was whipped butter. A new cloud had arisen from the ground, consisting of detritus. And from this cloud, sauntering out of the hole and across the field like royalty was Magni. With a toss of his head sideways, golden locks of twisting, knotted hair whipped over his broad shoulders. His shirt was slightly torn, and clearly at least one size too small for his massive frame. But he strode up towards the entrance, placing his meaty palms on a set of front doors, pushing forward with some strength to make a grand entrance.

He had not bothered to read the small plaque that read "pull." Metal creaked and groaned as the glass double doors shattered upon the ground. Magni looked down at the shards and empty metal frames, his mind attempting to process his mistake. But as his eyes turned upwards, and he recognized two faces among those gathered, any lesson he could have learned slipped from his mind. At least one set of doors remained fixed and operational.

[Color=00aeef]"Philip! Son of Coul! And Alfred! I had feared I would never again be graced by thy company!"[/color] He moved with surprising speed for such a large man, each step heavy and echoing in the lobby as he scooped the two men up in a hug. With one tucked in each arm, he gave a light squeeze as he lifted them off the ground. It was constricting, but he knew that Midgardians could not withstand much more than the gentlest touch. His eyes turned towards the others. Two he very clearly did not recognize, though the blonde elicited the faintest glimpse of a memory. That memory was washed away with a flood of other thoughts on her appearance. Surely he would have recognized such a beauty if they had met before.

Magni did set down the two older men, before turning on his heel and offering a slight bow. [Color=00aeef]"Hail, and well met. I am Magni, son of Thor. And I come with a matter of the utmost import."[/color] A wide smile still graced his lips, though his eyes were focused tightly on the strangers. [Color=00aeef]"Have any in your number uncovered, by chance, a hammer on these grounds?"[/color]
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[hr]Location: Descendant's Tower - Lobby
Interactions: Alfred, Phil, Imogen Frost[@Mjolnir], June Wayne[@Sleepy Tani], Jim Stark[@webboysurf]
Mentions: Mjolnir (the hammer, not the GM)