selvin-9 system mingle

[rebuildyourruins]

Who: everyone
Broadcast: no
Action: Selvin-9
When: throughout December until mid-January

[It's fluff-planet time, fleeters, and there's plenty to do. Snow time like the present!]

* System info

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[rebuildyourruins]

Ah, you're hunting them.

[That makes sense. And he can relate to a lack of skill with archery. It had never been his forte, despite training in it.]

Striking a bird is hard even for an archer. What are you using instead?

[noprophecies]

Mmm. To feed my crew as well as to make a few extra credits instead of sitting on my arse.

[at his question she holds out her hand, lightning crackling briefly between her fingers] Magic. Lightning, since it does not cook them as much as fire would.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor's eyes widen in surprise, because if there's one thing he deeply appreciates, it's lightning powers.]

You can create lightning? I've never met anyone else who could do that.

[noprophecies]

[she tilts her head at the expression, lowering her hand with a nod]

I do not use it often, but mm, I can. Are you a mage as well, then? If you can create lightning.

[rebuildyourruins]

[He has to laugh a bit.]

Not a mage, no. My brother was always far more skilled at magic. I can summon and wield lightning with my hammer, Mjolnir. I don't have it here though. Yours is a spell, I take it?

[noprophecies]

Was your brother a mage, then? Or a wizard? [she hums a little in interest, completely forgetting she was hiding her hand a moment ago] So it is a . . . what is the word . . . it channels the lightning? Or is it that you can summon it on your own and the hammer is simply there to hold it? [magic talk with Tempest]

Yes, mine is a spell. For a weaker spell like the one I have been using I no longer need the words, but for more powerful ones I do.

[rebuildyourruins]

Something like that.

[Whether Loki would ever call himself a name like that is doubtful. Yet he's more adept at magic and spells, so the billing fits well enough.]

It's a bit of both, really. I miss having it.

What other magic can you do?

[noprophecies]

They did not let you have here? I'm not surprised.

[it's a bit sarcastic, but sympathetic as well. They always took weapons away, those Atroma cowards.

She gets that question a lot, but it's always hard to put it into words. Her lips purse thoughtfully]

Most of my spells are nature-based; fire, ice, earth, things like that. Some here refer to it as elemental magic. I'm also adept in defensive magic and some healing.

[rebuildyourruins]

No, they did not.

It sounds quite varied.

[noprophecies]

I would be a terrible mage if they weren't.

[rebuildyourruins]

You wouldn't want to be stuck with only one type, no. Spellcraft was never something I did much of.

[noprophecies]

Mm, not particularly. What is it that you do, then? If not spellcraft.

[rebuildyourruins]

I fight with weaponry - the hammer, to be specific. Though I have trained in more than that.

[noprophecies]

A . . . hammer. [...] As in - the tool used for building?

[rebuildyourruins]

No, it's more of a warhammer.

[noprophecies]

Oh! My apologies, of course. I am so used to - modern things that I forget there are those who use proper weapons. Though I've not seen a warhammer before . . .

[rebuildyourruins]

It's fine. The Atroma thought it funny to gift me with the other kind.

[He promptly threw the offending nail hammer into a wall. It wasn't very satisfying.]

Warhammers are much larger, with the heads being more substantial compared to the handle. Regular war hammers have longer handles than my own, as they are meant to be swung with both hands.

[noprophecies]

That's rude of them. I hope you told them off, as loudly as you could.

[that's how Tempest handles that stuff, anyway]

So you can swings yours with just one? You must be quite powerful.

[rebuildyourruins]

I did.

[Yelling at the sky is a pastime of his already.]

I am; it took a bit of practice to get right. But it is the exact right weight to do it that way.

[noprophecies]

The exact, hm? You must have quite a good blacksmith, then.

[rebuildyourruins]

[He smiles a bit, amused.]

They were at that.

My name is Thor.

[noprophecies]

I am Tempest. Well met, Thor.

[...] I would offer a hand to shake but as you can see, I am a little short-handed at the moment.

[rebuildyourruins]

[He looks at her arm again, then shrugs.]

No matter. I can shake your other hand.

[And he holds out his left hand. Problem solved!]

[noprophecies]

[she blinks a bit in surprise, then grins and holds out her left]

My joke went right over your head, didn't it.

[rebuildyourruins]

I couldn't tell if you were serious or not.

[He reaches out and shakes her hand with a grin.]

So I took it seriously.