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[thunderriere]

[ the video opens on the handsome face and stupidly broad shoulders of a rather cheery-looking man, which is a little at odds with the fact that he's in a holding cell in a Heropan police station. it looks like he's wearing some sort of leather-like tunic, like a lightweight armor; there's a bright blue pauldron covering one shoulder, the other bare, and there's clearly a cape attached on one side, but not the other. his hair and beard are both short, neatly trimmed, and his smile is a friendly, genuine sort — again, a little at odds with the scene behind him, where the sliding crossed-bar metal door separates the man from the wider view of the police station, several uniformed officials in the background going about their jobs. ]

[ also, he's got an eye patch. metal. ... literally, it's made of metal. there's a wicked-looking scar running beneath it, from his brow and across his cheek, so the covering is probably deserved. ]

Hello there, New Earth.

[ he waves at the camera. ]

It's quite a different planet than the last Earth I visited. A little less familiar, a little less besieged by aliens. Fewer wizards, maybe. Still mostly human, though, you've got that going for you.

[ although there's some din of other people in the ambient background noise, there's a suspicious-sounding cough caught suspiciously-close to the microphone; the man's single eye flicks away from the camera to instead stare at the suspiciously off-screen source. ]

What? Oh, come on, would you really have preferred an Earth full of Dark Elves?

[ he continues to stare at this suspicious someone off-screen; the camera shifts a little to the side, and starts to turn— ]

[ —there's a somewhat comedic-sounding yelp, and then... some sort of bird call? the camera jostles violently before being covered by something dark. ]

[ a heavy sigh follows. ]

Now you're just being absurd.

[ after a moment, the feed comes back to show a pretty brunette woman in a blue dress, looking like she tumbled in from a semi-casual renaissance faire. she stands stiffly, her arms crossed, sending an absolutely murderous glare towards the first speaker. her lips are pressed tightly together, and she seems to have no intention of actually saying anything. from elsewhere-further off-camera, a younger man's voice: dude! do Beyonce next! ]

You'll have to excuse my brother here. [ the one-eyed man indicates the brunette woman with an extended thumb; there are smears of blood on his fingers, a splash of red all across his palm. he smiles, but it's quite Tired. ] He's a bit of a coward when it comes to meeting new people. Always makes a bad first impression. I can't take him anywhere.

I told you I wouldn't include myself in this. [ the woman (apparently the man's "brother") finally speaks, but her words are hushed and angry, and directed at the one-eyed man. she reaches toward the camera—it swings away from her before she can grab it, and the picture is a blur of color. her voice continues from off-screen in an anxious hiss: ] I'm trying to keep a low profile. Stop talking before you completely ruin it.

If you wanted to keep a low profile, you shouldn't have gotten us arrested the day we got here.

[ the picture finally refocuses from a different angle; it's further away from our idiot leads, who are clearly distracted by their argument. ]

How was I supposed to know they'd overreact? You're the expert on this backwoods planet. [ he isn't given chance to interrupt; the woman barrels on, as if her few minutes of silence had only allowed her thoughts to build up pressure for a flood: ] We don't even have to be here, you know. I can just walk us out whenever we like. This cell isn't even enchanted. [ a beat. ] It's pitiful, really.

We're not becoming fugitives of human law because you don't want to pay bail after you stabbed a man in a diner.

[ the man rolls his single eye and shrugs his shoulders, but looks once more at the camera. he smiles, deflective. just a little spat between siblings! that's normal! ]

Sorry. Where are my manners? I am Thor, son of Odin of Asgard. Thank you for bringing me and my brother to your planet. Unfortunately, I've already had my share of being imprisoned this week, so if any of you would like to barter for my release, that'd be great, thanks.

[ he waves his hand toward the camera — yep, still covered in blood — and the feed ends there. ]

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[flowerette]

You should.

[ They're gods. They should have more time than most to make amends. Eternity? Something close to it? Who knows how long they live on average. ]

And you're making a noble effort of it here. Being arrested together seems to be a bit of a bonding experience.

[ She appears faintly amused, though that amusement fades. ]

You were here for a time before this -- as I'm sure you know. But when you were here, you told me about some of the things that happened back home.

[ A glance toward his eye patch...the telltale clue he's lived through the same ordeal. ]

You don't have it easy when it comes to your family, do you?

[thunderriere]

[ without seeing video of his own — the ravens did not come with computer screens — he misses the pointed look, but he can understand her meaning well enough. his look was already serious, discussing Loki, but it darkens more noticeably now, a tightness to his brow and a thinning to his features. ]

You speak of my sister. The Goddess of Death.

[flowerette]

I do.

[ Her expression is sympathetic and that reaches her voice as well. ]

It must have been incredibly difficult for you. Though I suppose that's all the more reason to not take things for granted -- to try with your brother as you've already said. You're here in a brand new world. A world that grants you new opportunities. Perhaps it was the porter's design that you both get this chance to bond.

[thunderriere]

We survived. As did our people. It could have been worse.

[ He shrugs, not willing to dwell on the subject long. ]

We didn't know her, or know about her until she tried to seize the throne. Can't say I enjoyed that little family reunion, to be honest. Could have done without it, like, ever. About that, we're agreed.

[ Loki would have probably preferred watching theater and eating grapes, even if it meant wearing their father's face for another few decades. ]

The new opportunities should be interesting.

[flowerette]

Hearing your family struggles does make me a bit glad to be an only child.

[ She says with a bit of levity before the smile fades to a more solemn expression. ]

Oh, Thor. The pain you must bury. The trials you endure -- it's far more than most of the people from our world realize. If you ever want to talk about it, I promise I'm a good listener.

[ And then her tone takes on something more silken. Sultry. ]

Or if you ever want to talk about something else. You can find me. My name is Raina.