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Reluctantly retired roleplayer.
Except when I'm not.
Why are you here when you should be writing posts?
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Also both are redheads.
Me waiting for the MME (yes I’m being rude, I apologize)
Guess I should get a wrap up to my arc up so the Odinson is freed up.
Kind of want to do a Velociraptor Ranger.
Edit: Withdrawing interest for time being.
Edit: Withdrawing interest for time being.
Fifteen days to go, I think I can hammer out one more arc.
So endeth Johnny and Sue Storm's big day(s) out.
Thank you to @HenryJonesJr and @Lord Wraith for humouring me. And thanks to the rest of you for putting up with the F4 monopolising the IC thread.
Next time stay tuned for Reed's day out!
That is one very ginger Asgardian.
I'm still tweaking it a bit. He's supposed to be 'auburn'.
@Master Bruce, do I get to be on the banner in Season Two?
I finally did some Gimp work to make Thor for Season Two haha
I finally did some Gimp work to make Thor for Season Two haha
Over twenty posts in a single game.
I'm pretty sure this a personal best for me.
I'm pretty sure this a personal best for me.
W A S H I N G T O N, D . C .:
T U E S D A Y, J U L Y 3 1S T, 2 0 1 8 - 0 9 : 3 3 a m | T H E T R I S K E L I O N
Rage flowed through Thor’s entire body as the axe held longed for more blood to be spilled. Voices flowed through his head, voices from his past and his present. He could hear Odin berating him for meddling, damning the axe for the lives it had spilled. He could hear Blake explaining how justice didn’t require them to take Creel’s life. But it wasn’t enough to slow Thor as he turned on the woman before him only for Agent Perry’s voice to cut through the fog appealing to not Thor, but to Blake.
Thor was a memory, an escape to fall into. But his actions led to consequences Blake had to face and there was one consequence that Blake could not afford. If he killed Creel today, if he killed anyone today, S.H.I.E.L.D. would have no choice but to take him down. He might even end up taking the cell destined for Creel and then Blake would have let down the person most important to him in his entire life.
Barbara.
Even now, looking at the blonde woman who had aided him against Creel, all Blake could see was Barbara. He knew it wasn’t her, but even just allowing himself to imagine it was for a moment helped to calm the storm inside Thor. Lowering the raised axe, Thor allowed gravity to take it from his hand as he took a deep breath. The world around him returned to normal as agents under Perry’s command rushed to restrain and stabilize Creel.
“You are correct, Agent Perry, I am not an executioner." Thor replied, "As I said to you before, I was sworn to be a protector, not for just Midgard, but to all the realms.” Thor said as the skies above began to lighten.
"For this reason, I can not reclaim my former axe, it is too dangerous." He added as the morning sun peeked through the parting clouds. Noticing Sue as she looked towards him, Thor listened as she voiced her concerns about Járnbjörn. Her arms crossed protectively, Thor couldn’t help but feel as though the woman looked at him with an unusual familiarity as she spoke. Taking a deep breath, Thor further justified the woman’s concern with his next words.
“The axe is tainted by the innocent lives it took, their deaths left it cursed.” Thor explained as he looked at Sue and Agent Perry. “I appreciate S.H.I.E.L.D. keeping the weapon safe from the rest of the world but it has existed long enough, but, you need to destroy it.”
“Thor, that weapon is a S.H.I.E.L.D. asset, I can’t just have it destroyed.” Agent Perry protested. “That weapon has provided us valuable intel.”
“You must destroy it.” Thor insisted. “The Allfather banished that weapon for a reason. It was never supposed to be found.”
“I’ll be sure that message is passed to upper brass, but they’re not going to be happy about it.” Perry replied as a thunderclap boomed in the distance.
“Then make them happy that I am entrusting this to you instead of handling it personally.” Thor snapped back. “If the curse on that weapon had that effect on me, I worry what effect it would have a mortal.” Turning to Sue, Thor extended a hand as he addressed her.
“Your help today has not gone unnoticed, if ever you require my aid-” Thor paused, reaching to his belt as he pulled a small pendant inscribed with a rune. A vertical line ran the length of the pendant with a chevron mounted centrally which pointed outwards to the right of the line. “Touch this stone and say my name. No matter where you are, I will be able to find you.”
“Now then-” Thor stated turning back to Agent Perry, “I believe it is time for me to return home.”
Thor was a memory, an escape to fall into. But his actions led to consequences Blake had to face and there was one consequence that Blake could not afford. If he killed Creel today, if he killed anyone today, S.H.I.E.L.D. would have no choice but to take him down. He might even end up taking the cell destined for Creel and then Blake would have let down the person most important to him in his entire life.
Barbara.
Even now, looking at the blonde woman who had aided him against Creel, all Blake could see was Barbara. He knew it wasn’t her, but even just allowing himself to imagine it was for a moment helped to calm the storm inside Thor. Lowering the raised axe, Thor allowed gravity to take it from his hand as he took a deep breath. The world around him returned to normal as agents under Perry’s command rushed to restrain and stabilize Creel.
“You are correct, Agent Perry, I am not an executioner." Thor replied, "As I said to you before, I was sworn to be a protector, not for just Midgard, but to all the realms.” Thor said as the skies above began to lighten.
"For this reason, I can not reclaim my former axe, it is too dangerous." He added as the morning sun peeked through the parting clouds. Noticing Sue as she looked towards him, Thor listened as she voiced her concerns about Járnbjörn. Her arms crossed protectively, Thor couldn’t help but feel as though the woman looked at him with an unusual familiarity as she spoke. Taking a deep breath, Thor further justified the woman’s concern with his next words.
“The axe is tainted by the innocent lives it took, their deaths left it cursed.” Thor explained as he looked at Sue and Agent Perry. “I appreciate S.H.I.E.L.D. keeping the weapon safe from the rest of the world but it has existed long enough, but, you need to destroy it.”
“Thor, that weapon is a S.H.I.E.L.D. asset, I can’t just have it destroyed.” Agent Perry protested. “That weapon has provided us valuable intel.”
“You must destroy it.” Thor insisted. “The Allfather banished that weapon for a reason. It was never supposed to be found.”
“I’ll be sure that message is passed to upper brass, but they’re not going to be happy about it.” Perry replied as a thunderclap boomed in the distance.
“Then make them happy that I am entrusting this to you instead of handling it personally.” Thor snapped back. “If the curse on that weapon had that effect on me, I worry what effect it would have a mortal.” Turning to Sue, Thor extended a hand as he addressed her.
“Your help today has not gone unnoticed, if ever you require my aid-” Thor paused, reaching to his belt as he pulled a small pendant inscribed with a rune. A vertical line ran the length of the pendant with a chevron mounted centrally which pointed outwards to the right of the line. “Touch this stone and say my name. No matter where you are, I will be able to find you.”
“Now then-” Thor stated turning back to Agent Perry, “I believe it is time for me to return home.”
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T U E S D A Y, J U L Y 3 1S T, 2 0 1 8 - 0 9 : 2 4 a m | T H E T R I S K E L I O N
It was as though Thor had blinders on. His mind was singularly focused as he faced off against Creel for the second time. Despite the fact his attacks were falling flat against Creel, Thor was focused on one clear goal.
Making sure Creel could never harm anyone ever again.
Nearly neglecting the woman who was aiding him, Thor saw his opening and unleashed a relentless assault on Creel. His hands pummeled mercilessly against the man's protected body as the blonde woman helped restrain Creel, preventing him from retaliating against any of Thor's attacks.
Opening his hand, Járnbjörn returned to Thor as he smiled at the woman who had decided to fight alongside him. Nodding at her request, he lifted the axe taking his first step towards Creel as he replied.
“It would be my honour.” He replied with a low growl as Thor looked towards their common foe, Creel’s eyes were wide with fear as Thor drew closer to him. The thunder echoed around them, reverberating with each step the God of Thunder took.
Creel felt exhausted, the vibranium had overexerted his ability and his body was crying out in protest with each additional movement he made. But Creel wasn’t about to surrender to Thor or go into whatever hole that S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted to put him away in. Nor was Creel about to let his life be snuffed out by Thor and the blonde bitch as he tried to back away from the large, gleaming axe. Lightning flashed around them, illuminating the intricate designs on the handle as Cree move back before he suddenly tripped. His hand shot out to catch himself, grabbing the first thing he could as it wrapped around a dislodged piece of rebar. Crying out in pain, Creel coated his body in steel.
Rushing forward, Thor swung the axe as Creel raised his arms, the blade slicing through the steel skin as Creel cried out in pain. Landing a kick on Thor’s chest, Creel pushed the God of Thunder back as he moved to avoid another swing of the axe.
“You ruined my fuckin’ life once already!” Creel snapped, “You and that cunt won’t fuckin’ do again!”
Catching the blades between his hands, Creel pushed the weapon back as Thor gripped the hilt with both hands, pushing it closer and closer to Creel’s face. Moving to the side as the blade drew too close, Creel tried to move out of Thor’s reach only to have his back grazed by the blade. Stumbling, his ability let go as his skin returned, blood pouring out of the wound as something changed inside of Thor.
The axe was affecting him more than he would have liked to admit to himself. Ever since he picked it up, he had been filled with a lust for battle, a need to draw blood and the freshly spilled ichor was far from sating his appetite.
Scrambling across the ground, Creel was feeling through the rubble for anything he could transform into. His fingers wrapped around an expelled cartridge as he took on the attributes of copper. Raising an arm to defend himself, Creel cried out as the blade nearly severed his arm.
Drawing the weapon back, Thor swung the axe as Creel was left unable to defend himself. The blade sunk through Creel’s latest armor, burying itself in his chest as the copper disappeared. The man before Thor convulsed as blood poured from the wound running down the axe as Creel smiled, spitting blood from his mouth as he spoke.
“Should’ve gone for the head.”
Making sure Creel could never harm anyone ever again.
Nearly neglecting the woman who was aiding him, Thor saw his opening and unleashed a relentless assault on Creel. His hands pummeled mercilessly against the man's protected body as the blonde woman helped restrain Creel, preventing him from retaliating against any of Thor's attacks.
Opening his hand, Járnbjörn returned to Thor as he smiled at the woman who had decided to fight alongside him. Nodding at her request, he lifted the axe taking his first step towards Creel as he replied.
“It would be my honour.” He replied with a low growl as Thor looked towards their common foe, Creel’s eyes were wide with fear as Thor drew closer to him. The thunder echoed around them, reverberating with each step the God of Thunder took.
Creel felt exhausted, the vibranium had overexerted his ability and his body was crying out in protest with each additional movement he made. But Creel wasn’t about to surrender to Thor or go into whatever hole that S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted to put him away in. Nor was Creel about to let his life be snuffed out by Thor and the blonde bitch as he tried to back away from the large, gleaming axe. Lightning flashed around them, illuminating the intricate designs on the handle as Cree move back before he suddenly tripped. His hand shot out to catch himself, grabbing the first thing he could as it wrapped around a dislodged piece of rebar. Crying out in pain, Creel coated his body in steel.
Rushing forward, Thor swung the axe as Creel raised his arms, the blade slicing through the steel skin as Creel cried out in pain. Landing a kick on Thor’s chest, Creel pushed the God of Thunder back as he moved to avoid another swing of the axe.
“You ruined my fuckin’ life once already!” Creel snapped, “You and that cunt won’t fuckin’ do again!”
Catching the blades between his hands, Creel pushed the weapon back as Thor gripped the hilt with both hands, pushing it closer and closer to Creel’s face. Moving to the side as the blade drew too close, Creel tried to move out of Thor’s reach only to have his back grazed by the blade. Stumbling, his ability let go as his skin returned, blood pouring out of the wound as something changed inside of Thor.
The axe was affecting him more than he would have liked to admit to himself. Ever since he picked it up, he had been filled with a lust for battle, a need to draw blood and the freshly spilled ichor was far from sating his appetite.
Scrambling across the ground, Creel was feeling through the rubble for anything he could transform into. His fingers wrapped around an expelled cartridge as he took on the attributes of copper. Raising an arm to defend himself, Creel cried out as the blade nearly severed his arm.
Drawing the weapon back, Thor swung the axe as Creel was left unable to defend himself. The blade sunk through Creel’s latest armor, burying itself in his chest as the copper disappeared. The man before Thor convulsed as blood poured from the wound running down the axe as Creel smiled, spitting blood from his mouth as he spoke.
“Should’ve gone for the head.”
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O D I N ‘ S D A Y, T H I R D W E E K O F T V Í M Á N A Ð U R, 8 7 2 | Ú R N D A L L R ‘ S S T R O N G H O L D
“You should have gone for the head.” Úrndallr growled through the agonizing pain as his hands wrapped around the hilt of the axe, pulling Járnbjörn from his chest. Thor watched in horror as the man continued to breathe despite the gaping wound in his chest.
Around Thor and Úrndallr laid the scattered, broken bodies of Úrndallr’s finest warriors. Thor had stormed the stronghold, taking no prisoners as he made his way to Úrndallr in order to extract his revenge. Empowered by Loki’s suggestion, Thor had decided the best way to reverse the damage he had caused would be to remove Úrndallr from power, by taking away his life.
“I am saddened our relationship has ended so quickly.” Úrndallr stated as he gripped the axe tightly, his eyes meeting Thor’s but the Son of Odin could only stare at the axe-shaped wound that failed to bleed as the skin began to stitch itself back together beneath the damaged leather and cloth.
“I brought you adoration and worship, and you put an axe in my chest.” Úrndallr continued to speak as he walked towards Thor, his hands shifting to a better grip on the axe before he suddenly lunged, swinging the Asgardian weapon as though it had been made for him. Úrndallr had never felt such raw power in his entire life, the axe felt amazing in his hands as it swung through the air. It was addictive as he rushed forward, lifting the axe above his head as he prepared to strike. His surprising strength caught Thor off guard as the axe grazed his arm, slicing through Thor’s armor.
Blood spilled forth from the wound, coating his arm in a sickly warm crimson ichor as Thor cried out in pain, the sky outside turning dark as lightning came through the window. Striking Úrndallr square in the chest, the other man was thrown across the room, the axe dislodged from his hands as it shot to Thor’s outstretched arm.
“What are you?” Thor asked. “No mortal man can wield an Asgardian weapon, your mind should have crumbled into madness while your body was crushed beneath its weight.”
A dark chuckle came from Úrndallr as he stood dusting himself off. Unfazed and uninjured, Úrndallr walked towards Thor as he drew a knife from the back of his waist.
“Not mortal.”
Suddenly the ceiling of the stronghold parted as a blinding beam of light ripped through it. From within the pillar came Odin as he extended a hand towards Úrndallr, banishing the Norseman to a faraway land as he opened the Bifrost.
“You meddled!” Thor exclaimed as Odin backhanded his son across the face.
“Silence!” Odin ordered, “You have directly defied me and have given me no choice but to remove you from your position as protector of the nine realms.” He stated as he pointed Gungnir towards Járnbjörn.
“And you have forever tainted that weapon. Járnbjörn is no longer fit for a prince, nor are you. Thanks to your arrogance and stupidity, you have opened these lands to war. I have found you to be unworthy of your title, unworthy of our realm,” Odin roared. “Unworthy of the loved ones you have betrayed.”
“I now take from you, your power!” Odin roared as Thor’s armor began to fall from his body. “In the name of my father, and in the name of his father before.” Odin continued, “By decree of the Allfather, I cast you out!”
A blast of energy emerged from the point of Gungnir, hitting Thor as a portal opened behind. Falling through, Thor was carried away leaving Odin alone in the former stronghold of Úrndallr as he looked down at Járnbjörn.
“Tainted by my son’s lust for glory, war, and revenge, all those who wield you will be overcome with the lust for blood. You will turn all those who bear you into an executioner. For this reason, I cast you into the streams of time in hopes that you will be lost forever!” Slamming his spear into the ground, Odin watched with sadness in his eyes as the axe was swallowed by a final portal before finally summoning the Bifrost for himself and departing Midgard.
Around Thor and Úrndallr laid the scattered, broken bodies of Úrndallr’s finest warriors. Thor had stormed the stronghold, taking no prisoners as he made his way to Úrndallr in order to extract his revenge. Empowered by Loki’s suggestion, Thor had decided the best way to reverse the damage he had caused would be to remove Úrndallr from power, by taking away his life.
“I am saddened our relationship has ended so quickly.” Úrndallr stated as he gripped the axe tightly, his eyes meeting Thor’s but the Son of Odin could only stare at the axe-shaped wound that failed to bleed as the skin began to stitch itself back together beneath the damaged leather and cloth.
“I brought you adoration and worship, and you put an axe in my chest.” Úrndallr continued to speak as he walked towards Thor, his hands shifting to a better grip on the axe before he suddenly lunged, swinging the Asgardian weapon as though it had been made for him. Úrndallr had never felt such raw power in his entire life, the axe felt amazing in his hands as it swung through the air. It was addictive as he rushed forward, lifting the axe above his head as he prepared to strike. His surprising strength caught Thor off guard as the axe grazed his arm, slicing through Thor’s armor.
Blood spilled forth from the wound, coating his arm in a sickly warm crimson ichor as Thor cried out in pain, the sky outside turning dark as lightning came through the window. Striking Úrndallr square in the chest, the other man was thrown across the room, the axe dislodged from his hands as it shot to Thor’s outstretched arm.
“What are you?” Thor asked. “No mortal man can wield an Asgardian weapon, your mind should have crumbled into madness while your body was crushed beneath its weight.”
A dark chuckle came from Úrndallr as he stood dusting himself off. Unfazed and uninjured, Úrndallr walked towards Thor as he drew a knife from the back of his waist.
“Not mortal.”
Suddenly the ceiling of the stronghold parted as a blinding beam of light ripped through it. From within the pillar came Odin as he extended a hand towards Úrndallr, banishing the Norseman to a faraway land as he opened the Bifrost.
“You meddled!” Thor exclaimed as Odin backhanded his son across the face.
“Silence!” Odin ordered, “You have directly defied me and have given me no choice but to remove you from your position as protector of the nine realms.” He stated as he pointed Gungnir towards Járnbjörn.
“And you have forever tainted that weapon. Járnbjörn is no longer fit for a prince, nor are you. Thanks to your arrogance and stupidity, you have opened these lands to war. I have found you to be unworthy of your title, unworthy of our realm,” Odin roared. “Unworthy of the loved ones you have betrayed.”
“I now take from you, your power!” Odin roared as Thor’s armor began to fall from his body. “In the name of my father, and in the name of his father before.” Odin continued, “By decree of the Allfather, I cast you out!”
A blast of energy emerged from the point of Gungnir, hitting Thor as a portal opened behind. Falling through, Thor was carried away leaving Odin alone in the former stronghold of Úrndallr as he looked down at Járnbjörn.
“Tainted by my son’s lust for glory, war, and revenge, all those who wield you will be overcome with the lust for blood. You will turn all those who bear you into an executioner. For this reason, I cast you into the streams of time in hopes that you will be lost forever!” Slamming his spear into the ground, Odin watched with sadness in his eyes as the axe was swallowed by a final portal before finally summoning the Bifrost for himself and departing Midgard.
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