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So we're starting to get quite the cast together and while I know most of us have some arcs planned out. But I'm curious if looking at the cast you have anyone you're looking forward to either reading or interacting with.

Personally I'd love to play Deathstroke off of Superman or Captain America because I think the moral disparity between Slade and either of the boys in blue would lead to an interesting dynamic.

How about the rest of you?@Lord Wraith

I'd like to play with Wondy cause you got the Mythology thing going there. Superman for obvious reasons. 

I don't know I'm most excited to play Thor against some of the DC headliners just as its not a situation you get in comics (obviously).

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FIVE YEARS AGO // ALASKA

Previously

At the entrance to the cave, there was an area of melted snow, he could see the heat from the steam emanating from the entrance. This meant that all his research had been successful, after three months on Midgard he had finally managed to track down the one being on Midgard who would be able to help him. Descending into the cave he felt the heat rise the deeper he went, the air became hot and dry. Any remaining humidity was burnt out of the air as he climbed lower and lower into the crust of the planet. 

Occasionally the cave would open up into vast caverns, and vast magma rivers and falls could be seen for moments before his path continued deeper. As he came to the bottom of a spiralling staircase he could see an assembly of machines ahead. The second he caught a glimpse of the machinery a voice echoed throughout the cave.

"At long last, an agent of Asgard has been sent to hunt me down. The Odinson himself no less, on some level I suppose I should be honoured."

Looking around, Thor had to refrain from grabbing his ax. "Nay! I am no longer Odinson, for my name and title have been stripped. I am now Thor Freyrson. Free-person and self-declared defender of the nine realms." Thor entered the room, various moulds and tools lay scattered around the space. Half-finished constructions and in a far corner he could see rack upon rack of finished creations. Behind him, he heard the faint shuffle of footsteps. "I have come in need of your services. Like you, I have denied the All-Father, and now seek for a way to perfect my craft outwith his control."

Thor turned, behind him a very sceptical dwarve stood with some form of modified Midgard firearm aimed right at Thors' head. The Dwarve stuck his head to the side, looking past the sight directly at Thor who seemed unphased. 

"You speak truth?"

"Aye. Screwbeard, Son of No-Ears. Exile from Nidavellir. I need your help."

PRESENT DAY // OSLO // NORWAY

People flooded out of the 'Viking Ship Museum' screaming. Out of the doors came the lumbering figures of draugr. Flesh rotten, clinging to bone and ligament. Skin burnt and crusted, and piercing blue eyes with no pupils. Mouths hung open as they made guttural noises, clambering down the steps with surprising speed. Some wore helmets and carried swords, others axes, bows and some had nothing but their hands. Guards from the museum tried to fight them off but were ill-equipped. Hands wrapped around throats, blades cut deep. Axes cleaved straight through muscle and flesh.

Police cars drew up. They didn't wait for authorisation from higher up, MP5s were drawn and once the shots were cleared they opened fire. The beasts recoiled slightly at the blows, however, all it seemed to do was anger them. The clouds in the sky began to darken and grey, gathering up as they billowed above the city. More and more draugr came pouring out of the museum, many more than had been exhibits within. A little girl screamed, restrained by her safety seat in the back of her parents' car. Both their corpses lying lifeless, as black and scarred hands reached through the window towards her. She closed her eyes as there was a mighty gust of wind, a crack of thunder and a flash. Opening her eyes there stood Thor, his torn cape billowing in the wind. 

One of the beasts charged him, he ducked low and sent a punch straight through its gut, grabbing its spine and pulling it back out snapping it in two. Pulling his hand back out he was swarmed by a second, grabbing its wrist as it brought a sword down, a backhand across the face separated the head from the torso. The body fell lifeless. A third he grabbed by the back of the head and slammed against two more before he let it go. More and more came at him, swarming. He ducked and weaved, but eventually, their blows started to make contact. Left shin, right elbow, upper torso, back, shoulder blade. For every one he seemed to take out, there appeared two more. 

Finally, a pile blocked Thor from view. "ENOUGH!"

Lightning shot up towards the sky, striking all the draugr surrounding Thor. The ones closest turned to ash, the farther ones away stumbled down to the ground. Dead or incapacitated, he wasn't entirely sure, but he didn't care.

Pointing to a draugr still at the top of the steps he raised his voice as the wind howled and the rain poured. "Tell me who is responsible for this! I would have words."

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