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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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[boobwindow]

[ It's 2016, Thor!! Time to learn the lingo. ]

Direct messaging.

[ Unless he wants to make a display of his disappointment in — oh, Tony. ]

[ifhebeworthy]

I see... but I have no need of that. My call has been heeded.

[boobwindow]

[ Her eyes narrow momentarily. It seems she might have had business with Stark herself. ]

Message received and all?

[ifhebeworthy]

So it seems. It would not be wise to scorn the God of Thunder.

I fear though that this story, like this realm, is far more complicated than I had forseen.

[boobwindow]

[ His ID does say Thor, but mantles are just that most of the time. ]

The real God of thunder?

[ifhebeworthy]

I have yet to encounter a pretender boastful enough, but aye. I am he who commands the storm.

[boobwindow]

A god who's friends with Tony Stark.

[ Well, he's certainly got friends in high places. ]

[ifhebeworthy]

There are a great many whom I consider friends and comrades, milady. Tony Stark is one of them.

[He's a popular social butterfly, Karen.]

[boobwindow]

Oh, [ she waves a hand ] no need for that "lady" stuff. Power Girl's preferable.

[ifhebeworthy]

The power of... what?

[Considering how much he likes titles, he thinks the distinction is very important!]

[boobwindow]

Uh... just Power Girl.