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[ifhebeworthy]

[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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[ifhebeworthy]

[He raises an eyebrow. It's been a while since he's met anyone who thought he was beholden to things like days and the like.]

I am the God of Thunder, not punctuality.

[exceptfebruary]

Indeed you are. Welcome.

[ Which has got to be the first time Julian has said "welcome" to any new arrival. ]