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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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[hardedged]

Yeah well, get in line, Hammertime. You're not the only one here who wants to use Stark as a punching bag.

[ifhebeworthy]

And yet here you all sit, waiting for him to show himself. My patience wears thin. I think that instead I will settle things now.

[hardedged]

Have fun.