KuroTenshi

Divine Hijinks

"I hath no betrothed." Rikive said to the barkeep in her native language, before her attention zeroed in on the tray of food and mead. "Thou I would marry!" She informed him with a grin, picking up one of the glasses of mead. "May thy enemies boil in their own blood!" She toasted before knocking back the glass.

"She hasn't said anything to me about it." The dark haired man said with a shrug. "Let the lady speak for herself."

Rikive slammed the empty glass down on the counter and turned to the man, her head swaying as the room spun. "Go away."

"Did you hear that? She wants me to stay." He grinned, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her against his chest. "How about you go and clean some glasses and mind your own damn business?" It wasn't a question, it was an order and the glare the mysterious man shot Tony was chilling.

Rikive made a face when she heard the man inhale deeply, as though he was smelling her and she shoved him away from her. She was drunk but her strength had not changed and the man stumbled back a good distance from her. Rikive met his wide, surprised eyes with a glare of her own. She held up one of her hands in a fist and then extended her middle finger. A delightful little vulgar gesture she had seen many people throw her way. For some reason the man didn't understand her, but hopefully he'd understand this.

The message got across and the man glared at her. "Fine, you're a stuck up bitch anyway." He scoffed, glancing at the bartender for a moment before turning to slip back into the crowd.

Rikive turned back to the tray of goodies and picked up a piece of cheese, throwing weary glances toward the crowd. Perhaps the alcohol was making her paranoid, but she didn't think the man would give up...whatever he had been doing so easily. He could come back or he could leave her alone. If he did, then she would put his head through the wood of the bar.

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Over at the other side of the building, the man pulled out his cell phone once he was seated with his back to a wall so no one could see the screen. He sent a message to a few of his buddies that were hunting in the area, letting them know he might have a good target here, but he'd need help catching it.

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Mortals loved their alcohol. That was what Rikive was learning as they went from tavern to tavern and Parael introduced her to all the kinds of drinks humans had created. The little glasses filled with sweet chocolate and the strong kick of alcohol had been one of her favorites. The beer at the tavern after that was a very close second. With each passing drink she grew less serious and a bit more...bubbly.

The Irish Car Bomb had pushed her so over into the realm of drunk that when they left that tavern, she could not stop laughing at their car's pink mustache. When she first saw the damned thing it had easily been the most idiotic thing she'd ever seen. She hadn't even wanted to get into the car out of sheer embarrassment.

However after a night of proper drinking, she had made her peace with the dumb mustache and had laughed about it for ten minutes. Along with her friendlier disposition came an unsteady walk and she had ceased speaking English. She was drunk enough at the moment that she had forgotten to talk in a language people would understand and instead was now slurring in Old Norse.

Rikive could still understand English though, so she grinned at the barkeep when he spoke to her and sat down on a stool at the bar. Or tried to, apparently she had lost her ability to sit properly and she fell back on the ground on her ass while Parael spoke to the man. She stared up at Parael with utter confusion as to what just happened. When it clicked into her drunk mind that she had completely missed the stool, laughter erupted from her.

The light sound rang like a silver bell from her lips. It flowed through the air and washed over the patrons that could hear her over the music playing. The weary 3 AM crowd suddenly grew energized again, as though they had just had a restful night of sleep.

Rikive stumbled back up to her feet and made a show of making sure she knew where the stool at the bar was before sitting herself down on it. She looked at Tony and Parael, slurred something in Old Norse while pointing down before bursting into laughter again at whatever she had just said.

A man in the crowd took special notice of the laughter and emerged from the crowd like a shadow. He was fairly handsome, with his neatly combed dark hair, deep russet brown eyes and charming smile. Though Rikive wasn't particularly fond of how pale his skin was. It looked like he never stepped out into the sun, which meant he was a soft man of leisure rather than a hearty man that would tend to a farm proper. Besides, something else wasn't quite right about him. Something her drunken mind couldn't place.

"Hi there, I've haven't seen you around before." He spoke to her in a low, inviting voice. "How about I buy you a drink?"

Rikive stared at him flatly, trying to place what was wrong with him. It wasn't his appearance, other than his pale skin. There was something else a bit more alarming than that.

Suddenly it occurred to her and she pointed at his chest. "Thy hath no heart beat." She mumbled drunkenly in Old Norse.

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Rikive grinned as she watched the red haired woman grow a bit red in the face with rage before turning and walking away. She tossed the empty cupcake wrapper to the side and stretched on the comfortable couch. "Thou will host me?" She asked him with a grin once the woman was out of ear shot. She seemed like the type that needed to mind her own business. "Oh thank thee Parael!" She stood so she could embrace the man. "I have not slept well since arriving to Midgard." She released him and took a step back with her hands on her hips.

She was so happy and relieved that Parael would allow her to stay with him. She was so exhausted with dealing with the strange human society. It was nothing like her father and relatives had told her about. For instance, whenever she heard the name of her Uncle spoken, it was always in relation to something called the 'Avengers movie'. Whatever that was, she did know that it was not the proper worship that he deserved.

"Pray tell, what is a Lyft?" She asked curiously before shaking her head. That was not what was important at the moment. Before the witch had interrupted the conversation, Parael had been giving her warnings. "What was the third rule?" She inquired, brushing strands of hair that had escaped her braid. The 'rules' were curious things. Though the vampire one made some sense, it was best for everyone not to bleed around a leech. But why could she not tell people where she came from? She was an Asgardian and it was a title she bore with no small amount of pride!

Maybe it had something to do with that whole 'Avengers' nonsense...

"Also, who is de Lucy? Is he the Jarl of this land?" The nosey woman had made him sound as though he was the law of the land. Worse yet, she made it seem Rikive had broken a law. Somehow, she didn't know how defending a man from being murdered was breaking a law. Parael had played it off as nothing though, perhaps the woman was just merely being dramatic?

The Hidden People

@Necrophage I took a chance and bit your hunter. If you want me to change it, let me know. : 3

Omnom.

@Exie

That's gonna leave one hell of a hickie

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After Parael ceased thanking her in a most strange manner, Rikive picked up her fallen coin purse. She made sure to collect each coin before tucking it away and re-entering the suite. She stopped when Parael pointed at her, announcing that she would be allowed to stay. She could not help but smile in sheer relief that she could stay and perhaps rest a bit more. She so very much needed a break from the confusing world of Midgard.

Rikive looked at the empty throne with an arched eyebrow, the one Parael said she could sit on. She was not of high enough standing to sit upon the magnificent chair, saving the hosts life or not. Though she did appreciate the gesture nonetheless and she certainly would not turn down the opportunity to eat a bit more food. She made her way over to the food table as people filed out of the room, ignoring the eyes she could feel drilling into her.

They could look all they wished, so long as they did not want to fight with her she didn't care. And after witnessing her throw a man twice her size across a room like a rag doll, she suspected no one would wish to pick such a fight.

Rikive picked up a small pastry from the table, a cupcake she believed it was called. It was decorated with pink frosting and had a little rose seated on the very top. She sniffed the pastry before taking a bite out of the icing, rose and all. The demi-goddess made a face when she found the rose was hard and not edible. She spat out the decoration with a firm shake of her head before continuing to eat the cupcake. Though a bit more cautiously incase there were anymore hard bits inside.

There were none and it was easily the sweetest, most delicious thing she had ever eaten. When she finished with the first one she picked up another, being sure to pluck the rose off the top this time. With her treat in hand she left the feast table and found an empty couch to sit on. The cushions were as soft as a cloud and she sprawled herself across the comfortable surface, eating her cupcake and watching the guests leave.

A few shot her dirty looks and she merely grinned in return, uncaring about the small bit of icing on her nose and upper lip. It wasn't her fault that some crazy human had tried to kill the host and ended the festivities.

A young witch with perfectly held curls of copper red hair stopped in front of Parael with her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face. "Parry, just who the hell is that woman?" She asked him, pointing over in the direction of Rikive. "She threw a human twice her size across a room, in front of other humans!" She informed him in a low voice. "De Lucy is going to come knocking, wanting answers when he hears about this. It'd be in your best interest to put some distance between you and her. No reason you should get dragged down with her because she hasn't gotten with modern times."

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LOL

"I BELIVE I CAN-nopenopeshitshitnope!"

Think Rikive just put a dent into the penthouse wall as well as kill the mood of the party

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Rikive lurched toward the railing when she saw Parael go over the side at the hands of that giant human she knew hadn't been right. Thank the Nine World's Parael was able to grab onto the railing to cease his fall. "I've got thee!" She shouted, reaching over the railing and down to grab onto Parael's hand. Her strength would be more than enough to pull him back onto the safety of the balcony.

Or it would if hands had not grabbed her waist and jerked her away from the railing. "Unhand me!" She growled, prying his arms off from around her torso. She could feel his muscles strain to keep a grip on her, but her strength was mightier than his. Rikive dropped to the ground when she was freed, landing in a low crouch on the balcony. Her leg struck out and swept the human off of his feet, causing him to fall onto the balcony with a dull thud.

She stood up from her crouch and quickly grabbed the man by his shirt. "It is rude to throw the host over a balcony!" She grunted, dragging him inside. The grip of one hand shifted to the belt of the man's pants while the other was still on his shirt and with a great heave she threw him. Guest's shouted and screamed as they dove out of the way of the human that went sailing through the air until his back hit a wall.

The music stopped suddenly when the DJ noticed the commotion and guests cried out in protest and confusion. Well, at least she got that horrible music to stop; that was certainly a bonus. After watching a moment to make sure that the human would not be getting back up, Rikive ran back outside to the balcony.

She appeared over the railing again, breathing out a sigh of relief seeing the man was still holding on. "Take my hand." She said, reaching down again so Parael could grasp her hand and she could pull him back onto the balcony. "Or was this a 'misunderstanding' as well?" She could not help but asked, raising her eyebrows down at the feminine man.

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Rikive blinked up at the man, stunned that he knew her father. And not in the sense that he had heard his name, but that he actually had met him. "Thou knows my father?" She asked him, standing up from her seat. If he was speaking the truth, but she could not think of any reason why someone would lie about personally knowing a Norse god.

It was not such a stretch to believe. Her father entertained many beings from all across the realms, his wonderful mead attracted quite the crowd. In fact, such an occasion was how she came to even exist. 800's years...She may have still been a babe around then, but it was hard to say, time passed so much differently in Asgard compared to Midgard.

"Not very long, I believe." She answered him with a small shrug. "The winter season had just ended when I arrived and it is still spring." Perhaps this would be a good thing. A friend of her father may just provide the relief she needed from her adventure walking all over Midgard or riding in some very strange contraptions.

Airplanes amazed her as much as they terrified her. It was like willingly walking into a dragons belly. Absolute madness that was.

She rubbed her chin in thought and stared at him, trying to think if he matched the description of any of the guests in her father's wild stories. After a moment she pointed at him. "Are thou the one that broke my father's dragon painted round shield in half by striking another guest on the head?"

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Rikive watched the man leave with hard eyes, just in case he turned around and continued to do whatever he had intended. It may have been a misunderstanding as the long haired man said, but it did not change the fact that the man had wanted to do something unsavory. Once she was sure he was gone she turned back to the man. At least she could finally understand him.

Aaand, the thing went back into his mouth and she could understand very little.

She reached up and snatched it from his mouth. "Seriously. I can not understand a word with this in thy mouth." She informed him, shaking the damned thing in his face. "I believe thou inquired why I am here though, no?" She stuck the pacifier back between his lips and walked back to the table. With very little grace she sat herself down in her chair again and picked up the bottle of Scotch. Propping her feet back on the railing she took a swig before launching into her explanation:

"I am Rikive, daughter of Heimdall. Earlier, I tried to acquire a room at this inn, but they would not accept my coin. Then, they insulted my father's name. I met three mortals outside, one of which was the man who just left." She nodded to the door. "They invited me to join them for this feast and so I accepted. It has been quite some time since I last ate. A fortnight I believe actually." She shrugged and pulled out her coin purse. "Here, compensation for food I have eaten and the alcohol I have drunk." She explained, tossing a few gold coins onto the table, next to her plate.

After a moment she frowned at the coin and raised an eyebrow at 'Parree'. "Or is my coin not good enough here as well?" She asked, setting the bottle down with a thunk. "What is wrong with Midgard?" She grumbled, shaking her head. "When has gold been insufficient means to purchase items? I was told it would be enough." She held up the coin purse, near bursting at the seams with gold coins. "Bloody, useless." She muttered, tossing it with frustrated disgust onto the table as well.

The opening of the pouch exploded and gleaming solid gold coins spilled forth onto the table, each one engraved with the stylized symbol of Yggdrasil.

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Rikive raised her eyebrows at the feminine man, trying to understand him around the...whatever that was in his mouth. She was sure it was something for children though as she had only ever seen babies use them. "I understand not a word thy has spoken." She informed the man, not in the most polite tone, but she did not care so much for manners at the moment.

What a strange man, he reminded her of the Light Elves, of which she shared half her blood with. They were beautiful beings, but tended toward the androgynous side unless they wished to define their sex. She wondered what the lovely man was, for he had thrown that black rectangle further than any human would be able to.

She was about to congratulate him on the impressive throw when she saw the odd look in the eyes of one of the men she came up with. She had dismissed his presence at first when he arrived on the balcony, assuming he'd come looking for her. As he grew closer to the blonde haired man though, she saw that was not his intent.

There was a glazed look to them and he was solely focused on the blonde man. He looked like a man possessed.

In a flash she was up from her seat and placing herself between the slim man and the large mortal. She pushed him away, a shove from just one of her hands sending the man stumbling back toward the doors. The strength behind that one shove was enough for him to know she was far stronger than she appeared. Her eyes were narrowed into a hard glare, standing between the two men. She knew neither of them, but she would not sit idly by and allow harm to befall an innocent person in her presence.

"Stand. Down." She ordered the human, a warning in her low voice as loose strands of hair twisting and dancing in the wind as it blew. "Or, I will be forced to subdue thee." She said, crossing her arms over her chest, standing straight and proud with her chin lifted ever so slightly as she stared the man into the ground. "I will not even need to draw my blade to do so." She added with a mocking smirk.