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driftfleet2019-01-05 11:34 am
rebuildyourruins) wrote in driftfleet2019-01-05 11:34 am
Entry tags:
- haggar,
- loki,
- lup,
- taako,
- thor odinson
action and video.
Who: Thor + you
Broadcast: yes, video
Action: First Breath and Blue Fish
When: January 3rd - 4th
closed to Natasha.
[It takes some time for Thor to calm down enough from the shock of his memories to even think about what to do next. He had effectively chosen one thing of importance - Loki - and firmly shoved everything else to the side for hours. To take stock of the rest of it, look his own glaring mistakes in the face, was too much for him at the outset. But Thor isn't selfish at heart. There's only so long he can take focusing on himself before his mind turns to others.
He has to review what he knows from those last shattering moments on Earth with a grim objectivity before he gets in touch with the others. Once he does, it's easy enough to put together some of the pieces from his conversations with Natasha and know she's the one to call.
Not call exactly, but text.]
Can you meet me in the Space Bar?
[He briefly considers saying something else, bracing her for what he wants. There's no way he can think of to put that into text, though, so he doesn't. Once it's sent, he heads over to the Iskaulit to wait.]
action - first breath.
[Thor hadn't exactly been subtle when he came hurtling through the First Breath the night before, running straight through the ship in full battle armor before shutting himself in Loki's room. And that's where he stayed for a long time.
He does eventually come out though, rubbing tiredly at his face and heading into the kitchen. Thor's been here enough times to know where everything is. After a few moments of staring blankly at the countertops and cupboards, unreality threatening to unmoor him, he shakes himself and smacks the coffee pot onto the stove.
He'll be there for a while, drinking coffee at the bench and gazing vaguely at some fixed point on the wall. Still in full cape and mail sleeves. The bone-deep exhaustion in his face might have something to do with it.]
action - blue fish.
[Thor returns to his own ship during the day, knowing abstractly that the Fleet is due to depart this world soon. In the past he would prepare for this, restocking the food supplies and ensuring everything in the armory was locked back into place and accounted for. That was when the ship had more crew, and he hadn't yet become captain. Still, it needed to be done. Regardless of how unworthy he feels when he enters his own bedroom and sees the captain's bed in there.
Thor can be found stacking up crates in the cargo bay, checking through the fridges and freezers, and doing systems checks. Later on, he opts to sit on the top of the ship, watching the snow fall in silence.]
video.
[It's not the sudden reappearance of the short, jagged hair Thor used to sport or the incongruous brown eye where his eyepatch usually is that most dominates Thor's face when the video switches on. It's the weariness etched in hard lines all over him. There's no mistaking it, regardless of his otherwise composed demeanour. He merely nods at the camera before he starts, gruffer than usual.]
For those who knew her, Riona Cousland Theirin has left the Fleet. She was here for over three years, so I know she will be missed by many of us.
[There's a pause as though he might say more, but decides against it.]
The captaincy of the Blue Fish has fallen to me in her place. If you have any questions about that, you can bring them to me. [Thor shuts his eyes briefly, shaking his head.] Or... anything else.
[No doubt there might be some. He switches off the feed.]
Broadcast: yes, video
Action: First Breath and Blue Fish
When: January 3rd - 4th
closed to Natasha.
[It takes some time for Thor to calm down enough from the shock of his memories to even think about what to do next. He had effectively chosen one thing of importance - Loki - and firmly shoved everything else to the side for hours. To take stock of the rest of it, look his own glaring mistakes in the face, was too much for him at the outset. But Thor isn't selfish at heart. There's only so long he can take focusing on himself before his mind turns to others.
He has to review what he knows from those last shattering moments on Earth with a grim objectivity before he gets in touch with the others. Once he does, it's easy enough to put together some of the pieces from his conversations with Natasha and know she's the one to call.
Not call exactly, but text.]
Can you meet me in the Space Bar?
[He briefly considers saying something else, bracing her for what he wants. There's no way he can think of to put that into text, though, so he doesn't. Once it's sent, he heads over to the Iskaulit to wait.]
action - first breath.
[Thor hadn't exactly been subtle when he came hurtling through the First Breath the night before, running straight through the ship in full battle armor before shutting himself in Loki's room. And that's where he stayed for a long time.
He does eventually come out though, rubbing tiredly at his face and heading into the kitchen. Thor's been here enough times to know where everything is. After a few moments of staring blankly at the countertops and cupboards, unreality threatening to unmoor him, he shakes himself and smacks the coffee pot onto the stove.
He'll be there for a while, drinking coffee at the bench and gazing vaguely at some fixed point on the wall. Still in full cape and mail sleeves. The bone-deep exhaustion in his face might have something to do with it.]
action - blue fish.
[Thor returns to his own ship during the day, knowing abstractly that the Fleet is due to depart this world soon. In the past he would prepare for this, restocking the food supplies and ensuring everything in the armory was locked back into place and accounted for. That was when the ship had more crew, and he hadn't yet become captain. Still, it needed to be done. Regardless of how unworthy he feels when he enters his own bedroom and sees the captain's bed in there.
Thor can be found stacking up crates in the cargo bay, checking through the fridges and freezers, and doing systems checks. Later on, he opts to sit on the top of the ship, watching the snow fall in silence.]
video.
[It's not the sudden reappearance of the short, jagged hair Thor used to sport or the incongruous brown eye where his eyepatch usually is that most dominates Thor's face when the video switches on. It's the weariness etched in hard lines all over him. There's no mistaking it, regardless of his otherwise composed demeanour. He merely nods at the camera before he starts, gruffer than usual.]
For those who knew her, Riona Cousland Theirin has left the Fleet. She was here for over three years, so I know she will be missed by many of us.
[There's a pause as though he might say more, but decides against it.]
The captaincy of the Blue Fish has fallen to me in her place. If you have any questions about that, you can bring them to me. [Thor shuts his eyes briefly, shaking his head.] Or... anything else.
[No doubt there might be some. He switches off the feed.]
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I know it doesn't. I know that very well. But I have already done this once before - a year ago, the last time I remembered more from home. Almost everyone I spoke to about it is gone.
[He moves his arm sliiiightly away from the prod.]
And now there's all of this.
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[Maybe those left are unsuitable- she won't know for sure, that's on him to decide. but words like that are important, she's found, in the grand scheme of things. For stuff like this they can count for a lot.
It feels incomplete to leave it like that, so after a moment's pause, her voice quiets.]
And, like... I'm here. Start with me, if you need it. I'll listen.
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Life is rarely easy though. Thor has come to understand that over time. For a long few moments he doesn't say anything, just moves the spoon around pointlessly in the salad. He does finally talk again though.]
Loki was not the only one who died in that attack.
[He was the hardest one to bear, but it came atop all the other deaths that came immediately before it.]
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What happened?
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We were travelling on a spaceship. Us and the remnants of Asgard. It was a few hundred people - our realm was lost not long ago, you see.
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Sounds rough... sorry to hear that.
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[No arguments there. Thor makes a fist, turning it over to roll his knuckles on the table.]
Another ship came upon us. Larger, quipped for warfare as ours was not. They wasted little time making that known.
[It's far too easy to remember the screams as the first shots hit the Statesman's hull, the blare of the emergency sirens and Loki's panicked face. Everything after that became a chaotic blur. Thor hasn't the strength to examine it too closely, even if it feels selfish to void it. He uncurls his fingers, looking down at this own palm.]
We managed to evacuate half of the passengers.
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Holy shit. I'm glad that it wasn't... you know.
[A total genocide.]
But still- that's a lot.
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[Especially after already surviving the fires of Ragnarok. To be set upon like this when they were nothing more than refugees - it angers him like nothing else. And it sends a knife straight through his heart. He was meant to protect them all.]
... Valkyrie is with those who escaped. I know she'll keep them safe. [As much as she can, barring acts of Thanos. Thor shakes his head, wilting a little.] But I don't know what's become of them.
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If you trusted her with your people after you guys were already so devastated, then I'm sure she'll get the job done. Try to believe in her, okay? Worry about one thing at a time.
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Yeah, I do. She's a fighter. If anyone can, it's her.
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[Baby steps are important! And if he can rely on this mystery warrior, then maybe eventually it'll click that he can rely on his other friends, too.]
Why were these assholes attacking you, anyway? Were they just a bunch of space bullies?
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...Loki had something they wanted. They did not care who they killed in order to get it.
[It had been apparent from almost the moment the huge ship came across them. Thor hadn't needed Loki's sudden panic to feel the threat emanating from it - though it certainly helped. What happened next was a blur of alarms and fear and frantic preparations.
He forces himself to unclench his fingers from his hair, settling his hand on the table again.]
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They did all of that just to get something from one person?
[Her tone isn't even surprised, the question rhetorical- instead, it's angry. This is a familiar story. How many worlds did the Hunger tear apart or consume just to get the light of creation? At least a hundred that she knows of, and it was already huge by the time it reached her homeworld. It could have been carrying hundreds more.
Ambition and the search for power is all well and good, but fuck whoever thinks it's worth hurting innocent people to steal it.]
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[There was the small fact as well that Thanos felt Loki owed him, for his failure on Earth. The idea of it makes Thor's blood run cold, knowing what he does now of the circumstances in which Loki started his mad invasion of Earth.]
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[He's going on her hit list, cool cool cool.]
Never heard of an Infinity Stone, though. Sounds... important.
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They're gemstones of great power, created at the dawn of the universe. They each contain one of the essential elements of existence. It takes a person of immense power to be able to wield even one of them.
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[Someone who can get a god killed and wipe out a hundred people - or an entire planet - has to have some power behind his punches. She's faced scarier things in her life, sure, but she'd also had the luxury of death without consequence, assuming the others escaped somehow.
She does note Thor's demeanor shift, so after a moment's consideration she slides her hand across the table and gives his a little pat.]
Y'don't gotta say anything if you don't want to, I'm just being nosy. Just know I've got your back if you need it.
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Thank you. And it's... all right, honestly. I haven't had much need to talk about the Stones here in the Fleet.
[He shakes his head, dimming again.]
And all of that is out of my reach now.
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[Could be speaking from experience here, just a little bit.]
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Yes, I know. There's at least one thing that's close enough to matter here though.
[Loki.]
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[She gives his hand one more pat and stands up, returning to the oven. Things are definitely starting to smell done and it only gets stronger when she pulls the pans out, setting them on the counter and reaching for a couple of plates.]
Enough serious talk, though. Time to chin up! How's about we eat and then you can take some food to your bro?
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No. I am not.
[Lup's return to the business of cooking is enough to turn his thoughts somewhat towards the present, something he appreciates. She's already given him a lot to think about without adding more to the metaphorical plate.
Because those real ones are going to take priority. Thor visibly collects himself, scrubbing at his face briefly before sitting up straighter.]
Sure. That sounds-- good.