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[The screen of their communicators flickers to life with a fluorescent glow. Initially, there's only a hint of someone there-- thick red fabric, chain mail, a hammer.]

I had prayed to come to good tidings. Greet friends, and assuage fears. To bolster thy strength with mine own.

Instead, I come here haunted by past misgivings I thought requited, by a name all too familiar to me. If you know him as well, I would like to speak to him.

[It doesn't sound like a request. The image swings up high to a broad faced man with long blonde hair. A winged helmet. His eyebrows are drawn down across a brow rigid as though it were carved from stone.]

To my friend.

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[crapbearer]

[ Max's smile widens just so at that greeting. He's almost tempted to jokingly offer his own title back, but from the sounds of it, Thor might use it seriously. Best to stick to the basics. ]

And I'm just Max.

Do you want the full spiel every time we chat, or is okay if I just call you Thor?