4150/Battle God Royale

Battle God Royale
Date of Scene:	16 November 2020
Location:	Asgardian Embassy
Synopsis:	Thorfeld.
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Amora, Sif, Hela, Kendra Saunders

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Thor has posed:
    "No, no I think it might be best if the swords were over here and the axes were over there." The God of Thunder hath spoke as he stood in what was one the ball room of the Villard House. A broad sweep of a room with hard wood floors and beautiful inlays as well as built in storage for the most refined of individuals. The artwork on the ceiling is a beautiful glimpse back in time to turn of the century New York. The chandeliers are pristine and lend an aura of elegance to the venue.
    So, of course, the Asgardians have made it their training room.
    Which is fair, considering it's the largest room in the building, and it provides the longest fencing runs as well as areas for refined training. A myriad of weaponry lies in the various cases for storage, some the likes of which many a mortal would trade their right eyeball for a chance at ownership.
    And it is within this hallowed hall the Thor, God of Thunder stands, arms folded over his broad chest. Today he wears the garb of Midgard, the ubiquitous clothing articles that are embraced by almost all mortals. Those being the sneakers, the jeans, the t-shirt. His color choice being such as they are white, blue, and red in turn. And those who have his attention now, they are the Einherjar who are tasked with moving about the recent arrival of a new storage case.
    Important matters indeed.

Amora has posed:
This is certainly a test for Amora... Transform the Ballroom into a damn training room?! Breathe in, breathe out. "I am surrounded by barbarians and uncivilized thugs..." She is murmuring to herself when barging into the ball room and as every time she makes sure to be the best dressed person in the room. A flowing dress of dark green mingled with browns, made of silk, very much in vogue with the Autumn they are living now. Those earlier words don't reflect on her expression though. So pleasant, so nice.

"My Prince..." She casts her crystal blue gaze here and there. "I did not think it true when I was told you are considering on changing our magnificent ball room into a training place?" disapproval in her tone? Maybe! "What brought about this change?" she questions.

Her eyes go to the Einherjar and she lifts a finely-trimmed brow, as if daring them to defy her. "For Lord Odin was quite clear, I was to be responsible for the Embassy." clearly a greatest test than she was anticipating. At least to her headaches.

Sif has posed:
Interior decorations are hardly the work of the Goddess of War, though she is no stranger to these halls of training and martial education. Her chosen clothing for this gathering Asgardians is in a similar vain to Thor, Midgardian by design, but less common: A fur lined brown coat with a hood down, a thin gray shirt, fray knee jeans, and a pair of half calf boots. She stands with her arms crossed, raven black hair spilling around her shoulders, watching the God of Thunder doll out tasks for the Einherjar.

"Come now, Amora... Is it not in the great feast halls that weapons are hung, trophies displayed, and martial prowess tested during feasts in yesteryear?" A teasing smirk curves the corner of her mouth as she pushes off the wall to join her brethren at a more conversational distance. "People expect a certain decor when they come to the halls of Asgards Embassey, do they not? Would it not suit the purposes justly?"

Hela has posed:
Hela is in the back, trying out her throne in her icy Hel-room that Amora made for her. This time without Amora in it. Hela does like her rooms quiet and peaceful and cold after all. She's been receiving guests lately, even!

Unfortunately there's a racket next door, the sound of weapons on weapons, the booming voice of her uncle (?), of things being dragged. She sighs, gets up, and goes to kill the party.

Eventually walking in like a dark cloud of icy misery, looking around at all the Einherjar dragging stuff around and general chaos, with Thor somewhere in the middle. Seems her opinion is much the same as Amora's judging by her expression.

The antlers have been combed down into hair so she's the goddess of the goths, as they are pretty impractical to wander around a human sized building like this. It has doors, and archways, and her headdress probably doesn't fit. "The noise is loud enough to wake the dead." she declares when she finally arrives.

Kendra Saunders has posed:
A man enters the room and begins to speak only to be pushed past. Very few could easily just push past those who work and guard the areas of the embassy of the Asgardians but push past this woman does. She has a massive set of wings, folded up as tight as she can but Nth Metal wings big enough to lift a person aren't exactly something you can just hide. Her weapons are on her, displayed proudly at her hip and she has forgone her mask for the moment as she is technically seeking out old friends.

"Shut the hell up, I told you I'd announce myself. I don't need some formal announcement of who is here." She tehn looks forward and notes four Asgardians in the room with a wide blink before shaking her head and sighing, "DIdn't expect to come across so many." She states idly and then raises a hand, "Hail, Asgardians. I wasn't planning to come out so quickly but the addition of my new appendages has made me hiding very difficult. I am called Kendra in this life, and Shiera in the last but you knew me best as Hawkgirl for those that knew me."

Thor has posed:
    Over his shoulder to Amora without looking at her, Thor says, "It can be changed /back/." That last word emphasized as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "When we need it for the next celebration or whatnot."
    He then turns and looks at Amora, then gives a second glance and adds. "Also you look lovely, this e'en, good Lady Amora." He gestures with one hand uncurling toward the racks of weaponry that are being shuffled hither and yon by Bjarke and his fellows.
    Then, as if in support of Sif he gives her a nod and gestures, "Indeed." A breath is taken as he nods toward the shields upon the wall, the swords resplendent. "If one or another of our guests might find it distressing we can always... put a tapestry into place."
    Thus, Thor solves the woes of the world.
    Though his answer to Hela at her arrival is accompanied by a slight nod, "Good thing tThen, as now is not the time for rest."
    And as if on cue in that moment Shiera or Kendra makes her appearance, wings prominent and her manner abrupt. She draws the Einherjar's attention as well as Thors. Though the former, perhaps a touch displeased, set the heavy display case down with a resonant /thump/ as their hands go to their weapons.
    But are stayed by the Prince of Asgard lifting a hand in their direction. "Shiera."
    The single word hangs there for a time. "Stood you not with us in Stavanger some years past?"

Amora has posed:
Amora has that stubborn set to her jaw while she observes the proceedings, eyes going from Thor to Sif and then finally Hela when her non-antlered self makes her way in. There is just the faintest nods of approval. Because fashion should *always* be acknowledged. And no antlers is a good change for the eternally-green Enchantress. But no distractions! She is serious here! To Sif she says, "Oh, come on. What about the spars, the trainings. I will expect at *least* one broken window, or wall, per week. And worst of all. The smell.." and she turns her nose at it. Asgardian sweat.

"And so you'd wish to be changing this /back/ every time there was a ball? Perhaps you'd wish to take that upon your shoulders, my Prince." Now she is grinning just so. But then he is flattering her and as such there is a radiant smile that appears on her lips. Yes, she is so prone to briberies in the form of compliments... "Perhaps we can find some middle ground."

She lets out a sigh, "Sif's words do ring sense though, the place could use some more of our touch instead of looking so .., New York.." She is perhaps pondering on solutions for this when there's a new entrance.. She looks at Kendra, arching a brow. "Wake the dead indeed, Hela.." she mentions. "For look what the ..., hawk dragged in?" she snorts briefly.

"Here I was thinking you were dead still."

Sif has posed:
"I have never been particularly fond of New York fashion, anyways." In truth, Sif was dressed as if by some modern hommage to ages long gone. Arms sets across her chest, she dips her head to Amora's attempt at seeking the middle road, and seeks out Hela upon her arrival. Another nod is spared her, one of greeting, if not understanding, in this racket of banging sounds as objects are moved idle about the ballroom turned Long House.

If modernized.

Sif does not oft turn her nose up.

She wants to though.

It is Kendra's arrival that ultimately captures the full share of her attention, fixed gaze upon the winged woman burst into their embassy through less than diplomatic or polite means. Lord knows she almost looks approvingly upon the woman, with what passes for a smile on the stoic face of the Goddess of War. "Well met, Shiera Nowkendra."

Hela has posed:
Hela blinks at the newcomer, and how everybody turns to face her. Thor even seems to know her! The Einherjar's presence annoys her, though. They should be hers, not Thors to boss around.

So she stalks into the room silently to get a bit closer, eventually settling somewhere near Thor in the middle of the room. "So who is this? Shiera? You know this one, Thor?" she asks. She certainly has snazzy wings.

"And I am not dead, Amora. Indeed, I cannot die." she points out to her. "Have you been listening to those old rumours again?" she wonders, and shakes her head.

The true rumours.

Kendra Saunders has posed:
As she was about to respond to Thor, Amora speaks up and Kendra looks at her with a smirk, "You're so funny I forgot to laugh." She shakes her haed, "I don't stay dead, Amora. Unlike some here, I don't waft through time. I leap." She nods her head, "And fight the whole way." She then smiles to Thor, "Also, yes, I was there. It was where we first met, Thor Odinson." Then there's a grimace as she realizes what Sif had said.

"Kendra will be fine. That or Hawkgirl." She nods her head, "I...tend to grow used to whatever name I have at the time. I'd think I'd not after all these years but here we are."

Thor has posed:
    The Einherjar do seem to be rather displeased still, though their hands ease from their weapons albeit sloooowly. One rests his hand upon the display case almost protectively while the others and Bjarke straighten up and remain focused upon Shiera's arrival.
    Thor, however, takes the moment to look to his comrades and address them. "Shiera," He tilts his head back to her. "Or rather a version of her, she stood with us against the Svartalfar some years back." Some thousand or so years.
    "Though if it be you, then you are well come." He looks around and then half-smiles, "You find us in a state of transition. But do not let this concern you, what is it you would have of us?"

Amora has posed:
Amora can't help but roll her eyes, shaking her head slowly. "I am certain you must have a reason to be walking into our embassy tonight. For we are quite busy as you can attest. Perhaps you should had requested a meeting through the usual channels?" Amora. The ultimate bureaucrat. She even has the sweet tone and the gentle smile.

But with Thor knowing her seems like it's mostly a lost cause. Ah, well. She inclines her head at Thor, as if acknowledging on how he knows her. "It would seem she still has the same ..., abruptness in her words." a glance to Sif. "I am certain you will love her."

She makes her way over to Bjarke when Thor's attention is not exactly on him anymore. Prowling closer. But she still first addresses Hela, "You'd be amazed at what reaches my ears, dear Hela." a secretive smile on her lips.

Sif has posed:
"I am certain I will." Sif says to Amora, nodding to Thor's introduction, with a bit of recognition in her eyes now that she's placed name with place in the chronology of things. Her arms remained fixed upon her chest and eyes upon Kendra. If for no better reason than her crashing the less than exciting festivities here at the embassy with all the suspects playing house maid rather than Gods.

It can't all be excitement and adventure.

Much to Lady Sif's chagrin.

"Well met, then, Kendra Willbefine." She knows what she's doing and she said what she said.

Hela has posed:
"Well. A friend then. So. Why is she here?" Hela wonders. She prides herself on her frostiness after all. And she narrows her eyes at Amora. "I am beginning to think Midgard will be a pleasant place, if only because Asgard most certainly is not.". The black sheep of the family, after all, and surrounded by backbiters. And unlike Amora quite happy to say it straight up and to her face.

She looks a bit amused at the Einherjar with the case. Poor warriors. "Ah I see. Dark elves. A worthy opponent, I suppose. The wretches are always sneaking into Niffleheim. Fortunately it is well patrolled.". But they are sly.

"Ah, Asgardian hospitality I see." she says regarding fighty Sif. Not that she minds. Naturally. She drifts away towards the back of the room, though, when it seems at least someone wants to unleash the metaphorical longships.

Kendra Saunders has posed:
A smile at Thor and she nods, "I like what you are doing with the place. Definitely well within my style." She then glances briefly at Amora and then shrugs her shoulders, "The usual channels can't handle me. I tend to break pens." She nods and then starts, "The rea...son..." She tilts her head at Sif before she sucks in a breath slowly before looking over at Thor as she slowly crosses her arms, her wings literaly bristling out slightly, acting as if they were made of feathers despite being made of a strange metal.

"So, Thor." She looks to the man, giving Sif a slight glance, "This room appears to be some kind of training room or perhaps a sparring arena. I think someone here wishes to get a lesson in proper combat training. I'm not one to teach young people looking to learn how to breath but that is the best place to start in combat training."

Thor has posed:
    "By all means," Thor says as he steps forth and to the side, "As guest you have every right to make use of our hold. Though it is typical one breaks bread with their host afore accosting one of their guests or their comrades."
    And as he says that he turns to face Kendra, stepping slightly in front of Sif with a single step and holding a hand out to the side. There's a faint /whom/ from beside one of the newly placed cabinets and then across the room in an abrupt blur of motions, the hammer Mjolnir slices across the distance and settles into his hand.
    "Yet, you have served Asgard in the past in our times of war. You have fought well. If Lady Sif wishes to entertain you for a time who am I to object?"
    That said. He smiles.
    "If you will excuse me, I shall inform the staff that we shall be having another for the evening meal."

Amora has posed:
"They have a saying here in Midgard. That the pen is mightier than the sword.." Amora replies in a casual manner, letting out a little sigh. No respect for those who make of magic and manipulation their life. "Even if does seem humans have a tendency to disregard their own sayings so often apparently." and immortal beings too apparently! A look goes between Kendra and Sif. She knows well what is going on... And there goes her hopes of not having something or another destroyed today. Great, it's coming out THEIR stipend. She will be counting all the gold coins.

"Our Prince is right though, manners should be attended to, specially when as a guest and under our hospitality." A tsk, "So many years and yet ..." she trails off. Not that she has any hope of stopping a 'training' fight to happen here. She knows how these things go.

"And you should know better too, Lady Sif." Noone is safe from her wrath!

"I am glad you are enjoying our Midgard arrangements for you." She clearly taking Hela's words as a compliment to the magnificent room she provided. She even beams a smile at her friend. And she is finally close to Bjarke. She nods at him. "Lets pause on this for now. I shall call on you later on how we want this arranged.." or how SHE wants this to be arranged. If there's a ball room left in the end of this night.

A bow of her head is then given to Thor. "Be well, my Prince."

Sif has posed:
Sif does love a good challenge and is delighted to see Kendra rise to hers. Stepping forward until the Prince of Asgard steps between them, only to give his blessing. "Prince Thor's words hold true, Lady Kendra Willbefine." She doesn't back down, there is no bitch in her blood. "Perhaps we should take drink, eat, share tales of our accomplishments... mine of victories won and yours of reincarnation..." Motioning between the two of them.

"Once I've downed many horns of mead, then, if you feel fighty, I can show you what it is like to be a symbol of war, rather than a victory of them?" Glancing to Amora, hands motioning outward to Kendra emphatically, to denote she pushed past /her/ guards into /her/ embassy.

Hela has posed:
Hela smooths back her hair into antlers again. She's not going to be walking through any doors, and it looks like she might be on duty given the goings on here. Though she's sure Lady Sif would get let off if the worst happens, because that's how Odin rolls. No respect for Death.

"I see now why you come and visit me every so often, Amora. My realm is tranquil indeed compared to Asgard after all. And it seems Midgard too. "Maybe I will like the humans after all, I forget all too often what Asgard is actually like." she admits.

In a state of constant fightiness after all!

Kendra Saunders has posed:
A smirk and she turns to look at Amora first before saying, "Guest or not, when one is challenged, to ignore it is folly." She states simply enough and then looks to Thor briefly as he moves off and hten over at Sif and nods her head. She glances to Hela briefly, still somewhate wary of the woman before she finally nods to Sif, "Yes, that does sound good. I do like Asgardian Mead, enjoyed it greatly last time I had it and food is always welcome." She then shrugs her shoulders, relaxing her wings and nodding.

"And then afterwards I can show you why there is a vast gulf of difference between being a symbol of war and being a soldier of wars." She nods her head and then looks in the direction Thor went, "So, do we wait here or is there another room where we eat and drink in?"

Sif has posed:
"In all the ages; past, present, and future, there shall be no symbol that is elevated such that they've not gained valor in through action..." Sif says with a bemused grin, pushing from her post in Kendra's direction, "But I will acknowledge your honor, you've shrunk from no challenge, and welcomed your unweaving as heartily as would be the tapestry beneath a seamstress." Her hand slaps up, intent upon Kendra's shoulder, should she not swat it away or move.

"Come! Let us drink, eat, and celebrate. Then we might see which of us is better suited for converse on the articles of war! The God or the Soldier." It is spoken ernestly and honestly and with as much good cheer as Sif can manage. Leading the way through the halls with but a glance back at Hela and Amora. "Should you fine ladies wish to join us, you know where we shall be found."

Hela has posed:
Hela isn't one for mead, really. Or... doing anything the living do, for that matter. She sighs a little. "I see Lady Sif will not be destined for my realm if she has any say in the matter.". She puts her hands on her hips, even now irritated by Odin's unfair ways. Like every day.

"War is adjacent to my domain, but not part of it. In any case, I doubt you want Death next to you at your table. Few soldiers welcome my presence after all.". She smiles thinly at the two of them, and then walks a bit closer to Kendra. "You have made a good impression I see. Familiar with the ways of Asgardians, as embodied most excellently by our Lady Sif. I hope you enjoy yourselves, but I must return to my realm.".

Kendra Saunders has posed:
A look over at Sif and when Sif slaps her shoulder, she'll allow it and Sif might even notice that that shoulder is far tougher than any normal human's. FAR tougher. The woman smirks at the acknowledgment and then states, "That sounds good, it'll give me time to think up appropriate things to say in order to console you after our fight." She then glances over at Hela and blinks a moment.

"One, I have seen death more times than any soldier." She then looks forward and shrugs, "Two, I am not sure if the ways of Asgardians weren't modeled after me." She chuckles slightly, "Given my years."