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Thor	The evening after Elektra Natchios had her ring removed was a heavy and grim evening. One of those severe Autumn nights where the clouds roll in off of the river and seem to settle just on the skyline, hanging around the buildings and lending that ominous atmosphere to the great city of Manhattan.     It, of course, doesn't help that the weather is not aided by he dour manner of the Asgardian within the Greek ambassador's apartment.     Thor, Son of Odin, had stayed within the apartment and waited. Biding his time until wakefulness would return to the young woman and bring her from the shades of dreams. It gave him a fair bit of time to try and clean up some of the damage that was done to the place, all things considered.     Unfortunately his efforts do not really help matters too much with just how much damage there was. But he did pick up various pieces of debris, created nice ordered piles of refuse, tried to put some semblance of order back into the apartment. And failing. Yet he did keep an eye and an ear out for her return to consciousness.
Elektra Natchios	It had been a trying evening indeed, for everyone involved. And an exhausting one. Elektra had felt something she hadn't before, being fully at the will of an exterior force, unable to resist, not even with her powerful will. It was all mostly an hazy dream yet now that the ring was no longer influencing her and clouding her thoughts it meant that the dreams were being shifted to reality, realizing what she had done. Not that she particularly cared with the killing, she had always been callous about such things, but it had also been done without her being in control, a violation of her own free will. And that left her furious. Most of her living room had been smashed about, even with Daytripper's magic to arrange some of it back there was still a lot that would need to be cleaned up. But at least her room and a few other divisions had been untouched. She was sleeping there. At least she was until a few moments ago.. There is the sound of someone getting up and then her figure is visible on the door, looking at the God of Thunder, jaw tense. She looks around the apartment, surveying it then finally back on Thor. "My head is killing me. I am going to make coffee." tone perfectly neutral.
Thor	A hand lifts, "You should rest, lie back down." Thor says quickly, starting to move in her direction. He's still there in his armor, Mjolnir is settled off in the corner of the room resting with its haft aimed straight up into the air. There's a faint metal clink as he walks to her and steps in her way, "I shall get your coffee, you should tell me what passed. How this came about."     Thor says and then turns to move in the direction of her kitchen and reacquire the coffee maker. He digs around through some of the debris there and then finds the aforementioned Mr. Coffee... with a metal blade sliced straight through the heating compartment and clearly having destroyed it.     "Ah, it seems... I may have to... go get the coffee?" The Asgardian turns to look at her, then lifts his chin. "But please, rest. For now."
Elektra Natchios	"If I am of a mind to do so." Elektra replies, not hiding some harshness on her tone. She certainly doesn't like to be told what to do, at least not so soon after there was some corrupt avatar playing around with her mind. So at the suggestion to rest of course that she gets somewhat contrary and tentatively takes a few steps out. Steps that prove to be a bit too much. She puts one hand up against the wall after the first three. Thank the Gods for a wall for she would had fallen otherwise! "I believe I should go rest back in bed for a bit." All her idea! Clearly not Thor's suggestion. Nooope! But she nods at Thor getting the coffee. "That would be .., welcome." and it would give her time to think too, and put those thoughts in order. She slides back into the room, slowly, one hand holding on the side of her head and settles back in bed.. Of course that Thor being out for a time would give her time to begin her own meditations. The use of her chi that allowed her to recover faster than what a normal human would be able to.
Thor	Of course that time would be very useful. For her to focus inwards, channel herself, draw her reality and shape it into what she wishes it would be. Though for the first part to work... Thor has to leave. And when he sees her losing some aspect of her composure he steps quickly toward her. "Here, allow me to aid you."     As he says that he moves to take her arm, support her shoulder, and if she will allow it guide her back toward the bedroom which is at the least reasonably intact considering the battle never reached that part of the apartment.     "Do you recall what happened that caused you to come into possession of that ring? Anything that happened out of the ordinary around that time?" He moves in and likely seems inclined to linger unless she tells him how /very/ importantly she needs coffee.
Elektra Natchios	Argh! Why are men so prone to helping and lingering around when she wants her time to meditate! Elektra doesn't curse, at least not outwardly, but within she is already a roil of emotion. She normally reins it in, but all that has been happening means her temper is up there, flaring near the surface. Not that she can refuse the help back to the room, letting herself be drawn back in, a step faltering on the way but she managing.. She did not like this feeling of vulnerability though, having to rely on someone else to tend to her. It was very against her nature, having spent an whole lifetime fending for herself, on her own. She had always been a solo 'player'. But being back in New York had changed a lot of things for her.. "I recall.., I was looking for some old artifacts." of the Hand, but she doesn't need to say it. "The man there convinced me to buy that one ring.." it was still a bit hazy. But she now had a target up on her mind. "Anyway, can you *please* go get the coffee?" She doesn't really meant the 'please', that's why it's in emphasis.
Thor	The Thunderer's brow furrows heavily as he makes sure Elektra gets settled back into bed. He nods a little and takes a deep breath, then says. "If you would prefer it I can arrange to have a professional individual attend you until you have recovered." He holds a hand up then adds, "For now, I shall procure your coffee. Think on it afore I return."     He glances sidelong to the door of her bedroom, then back to the woman as she reclines in bed. A hand lifts a she motions to her. "Stay here, be safe. Rest. When I return we shall speak as best we can. Perhaps much of what has passed these last few weeks has been beyond your control."     That said he steps back and then moves to the door.     And lest she stops him, he will return in perhaps twenty minutes. Less so if the Coffee Shop line isn't too terribly bad. Yet there is faint /whom/ that she may hear from the living room moments before he departs.
Elektra Natchios	"I have no need of profesional help. I can manage." Really, Elektra's temper is flaring. It's noticeable in the way her shoulders tense up when she isn't immediately taken for her word. Begone, God of Thunder! (At least for a few minutes) "I will be here." because even if she wanted to run off she couldn't go far. Not yet at least. She runs her hand through her hair, bringing it out of her face and just lying there like a nice, little Elektra, watching Thor walk out of the room until .., the door closes. When Thor returns those 20 minutes later of course that he won't be finding her in bed. She is sitting down on the floor of the living room, legs under her in a lotus position, her hands going through intricate motions, shoulders up and down as she breathes in slow but steadily. Eyes are closed and she doesn't seem aware of Thor just yet. She is dressed in shorts and a tank top. Not much but just enough to not be indecent. It's her place afterall!
Thor	When the Asgardian returns he is no longer in armor, for that would not do to concern the mortals in such a way appearing out and about with weapons and the like. Instead he returns wearing that ensemble she has seen him in before, brown work boots, blue jeans, a black t-shirt that hugs the contours of his broad chest, and a brown leather vest in turn over the shirt. He does carry the needed coffee, a tray of four tall cups and a carafe under his arm just in case since there is no Mr. Coffee anymore... this much will have to serve for now.     At first he simply sets the coffee down in the kitchen not seeing her, but then when he emerges from it holding the one cup he pauses as he espies the woman in the middle of the living room...     Amongst all the debris.     "I am back," He tells her, then steps into the room, some glass he had missed crunching under his boot. The coffee is set down upon the table nearest to her for her to take at her leisure.
Elektra Natchios	It's the crunching of debris under boot that calls Elektra back to reality. She opens her eyes, slowly, the acute sharpness a semblance of what they were before, not as exhausted. Clearly she isn't fully recovered but there's at least some energy running there now. She pushes with her hands on the floor, getting up to her feet. "So you are." the ascent back to her feet is done in a near-effortless manner even if she stays for a few seconds just there, finding her balance. She reaches for one of the cups, picking it up and taking in a sip. "Good.." fueled by coffee apparently! "Thank you." she gestures then for the man to follow her, beginning to walk back to her room. As for what she was doing out there? She doesn't speak of it. Yet whatever it was it appears to have worked! She walks slowly but without the menace of falling, ambling to sit down at her bed.
Thor	A few steps carry Thor after her, no coffee for him at the moment, not that he imbibes it regularly. Instead he seems content to walk after her, footsteps quiet upon the hallway rug. A glance is given to the side as they enter that room, somewhat wary as if considering what happened to her not entirely over. He pauses to rest his hands upon his hips, then nods to her.     "So you purchased this ring from some vendor? Do you recall where he was or where you bought it from?" Ever the need to solve the problem, to track down the details, make sure whatever happened does not happen again. He has that linear way of thinking locked into place for the moment as he hovers near her bed.     Hey may well notice that she is acting differently than he is used to her doing so. She was ever so mysterious to him in some ways. Yet that was also part of what drew him to her.
Elektra Natchios	"I recall the antiquities shop. But it was not someone that I had seen there before." Elektra replies quietly, sitting on the bed and drawing herself up to rest up on the head of the bed, legs curled under her in lotus. She takes her coffee with both hands, drinking from it slowly. She is perhaps still considering what is going on. "That woman you brought with you. She should have more answers. What do you know of her?" Elektra does know Amanda.., somewhat. But nothing like asking to see what Thor knows. And perhaps also figure out how exactly they came into contact.. "And who have you spoken with about this?" She inquires. Another casual sip. She does look somewhat angry still. But it's a more measured one now, bidding her time, figuring out what happened first and how much of herself could had been revealed.
Thor	"A sorceress, confidant of a friend." Thor straightens up and uncurls his hand as he begins to tell her. "After I left you when we quarreled I was much displeased. I did not know what was happening. I thought perhaps something was wrong with you, or someone had bewitched you as your manner reminded me... of other times."     The tall man rests his hands on his hips, bearded features sharpening as he tells her, "I stormed out of here, and returned to the Avengers Mansion. I spoke with Natasha and told her what had passed. She advised me to seek aid from SHIELD to perhaps raise an investigation of a sort as it was not a matter to take lightly."     He takes a deep breath, "I departed there and went to speak with the agents of SHIELD. One of them had seen you before with the ring and it struck her as curious. She mentioned she had done some research and it was her that aimed me toward Amanda. I spoke to Amanda and we rushed here to try and aid you. You know the rest."     The Asgardian Prince steps to the side and then gently takes a seat upon the edge of the bed opposite her. "Elektra, I feel as if there is much you have kept, or that you keep from me."
Elektra Natchios	A brow arches up as Thor mentions 'other times' but she doesn't interrupt, busying herself with her coffee, predatory gaze continuing to gaze upon the man from behind her coffee mug. *sip sip* "An investigation with SHIELD .." instant headache. Ugh. She doesn't want SHIELD poking at her life. Or anyone else! "You do this often? Going off to speak about other people's lives to government organizations.." clearly she is not pleased at all. Incensed even. Though a lot of her anger is still against the mind control. But she has revenge plans in motion. Joining up with this Amanda and finding out the one who sold her the ring .. Oh yes. That would happen. "It's clear that you don't appear to trust me much." Perhaps with good reason! "What do you think I have kept from you?" She then finally asks.
Thor	That draws Thor up short and he looks at her as if she were mad. Yet he keeps his voice to a reasonable tone as he gestures to the side with the motion of one hand opening. "You came home, Elektra. Bloodied, disheveled, washing off the gore from your hands as if it was naught. And when confronted you told me there was no blood. You seemed not aware, or mad."     He straightens, jaw setting as tension is clear in his manner. "I feared for what was happening to you, and you were not forthcoming. I sought aid as I could." His eyes narrow then and only then finally he answers her latter question.     "You owe me naught, Elektra. But there are times when you have been distant and I could almost imagine the inner dialogue you must be having. I think there is some aspect of your past you do not wish me to know."
Elektra Natchios	Oh, if it was only an aspect of her past! Elektra listens, eyes narrowing up at the man. Sure, she can understand Thor's worries. But her own survival is what matters to her the most. And that means other people's feelings are a distant second. Not that she is entirely distant because in a way she owes it to Thor having been freed from that influence. And it's also good that she found some time to meditate, it brings her a different focus. So she closes her eyes for a time, almost as if she wouldn't answer Thor at all or just had dismissed his words. But then her voice is heard, "You are right about that. I owe noone anything." It's a lie. But she is sticking to it! A sigh follows shortly after and she chinjerks towards the closet behind the man. "Open that. Behind the second the drawer." If Thor goes and does that he will find a small switch there. Clicking it will make an hidden compartment open up. Within an armored vest, along with a pair of Sais and a few more weapons of the type. All oriental in type.
Thor	There is a cloud that settles upon the blond man's features, his hand lifting to brush fingers along the stubble of his jawline and he shakes his head. For a moment he hesitates, as if not wanting what answers there may be gleaned from this task she sets before him. Then his brow firms and he seems resolute to face it.     Rising from the bed he takes the steps needed to reach that place. To find the drawer and slide it out, the switch is felt and after another moment flipped which brings the hidden compartment to prominence, sliding with that faintly wooden scraping sound as the weaponry and the armor are visible.     For a time he looks at it, and distantly there is the ominous rumble of thunder even as he turns his head to look at her, the shades in the bedroom allowing little light within save for the sliver of it granted through the doorway. Yet enough to see her weaponry and equipment.     The Asgardian lifts a hand and asks, "What is the meaning of this?"     Better she tell him than he assume.
Elektra Natchios	"My armor and weapons, of course." Perhaps said a bit cheekily. But it's what it is! Elektra eyes the weapons inside and then her dark eyes go up to Thor. She mostly ignores the rumble of thunder. Not too impressed by that intimidation technique! Or maybe just angry still. "You asked for secrets. There you have one." she says, elegant hand gesturing towards it. "I am not just an ambassador." She murmurs. Assassin. Murderer. But instead she focuses on something else. "And even if you seem to be assuming the worse, as if I was to blame for all that happened here that is what I use when I go out and work with a particular group, aimed to cleaning this city of crime." which is true! She was working with the Defenders now. A lot is left unsaid though.
Thor	She can likely interpret the expression on the man's face as one assembling each thought together, putting things into perspective and trying to gleam some meaning from it. His eyebrows raise as she likely can interpret that as some aspects falling into place, then something else occurs to him which has those same eyebrows beetling together with a hint of consternation.     He looks back toward the weapons, bringing a fingertip to the armor and running his thumb along the crease of it before he turns back to face her.     "That is an admirable goal. A goal many of my comrades hold as well. And I appreciate your trusting me with this. I would have you tell me all that you can of this and your past. But..."     At that his lip curves a little and he says gently, "I care about you, Elektra. It has been a wonderful time spent with you, in my arms. And thank you for sharing this with me. Yet do I..."     His brow furrows as he looks back then at her. "Do I fit into your world?"
Elektra Natchios	When Thor speaks about the past she *does* get to reveal a little bit. Perhaps not too much, but still a bit. "My past is not all daisies and ice cream though." the ominous tone almost as if there was something dark there. Very dark. "I have done many things in my past." not that she really goes into it in detail. She looks back down to her coffee instead, taking in another drink and leaning back. "I do not know if you do." Some of her anger having subsided, and perhaps she understanding the man's question. Sometimes she didn't even know if she was even fit for this world in general. But she answers with a question of her own. That knave! "Is this not a question that it should be you answering?" she retorts.
Thor	"How can I when I thought you one thing and you are another? How can I when I only know what you allow me to know?" Thor says sharply, taking a step away from the weapons and gear, gesturing sharply with one hand. "Honesty between those who would share love is important. If we are but a pair enjoying the passing of time intimately, then so be it. But if you would have us be aught else..."     The Prince frowns and straightens up. His mouth closes, his brow creases as he holds whatever other words might be on the end of those thoughts. Instead he just exhales slowly and then pushes a hand through his hair as he looks away and to the side.     It's only when his gaze returns that he tells her, "I know nothing of your world beyond that it has shadows, Elektra. And perhaps light will be shed on it some day. But is that even something you wish to do for me? Or is it even something you /can/ do?"     He takes a deep breath and then turns to the door, one hand resting on the frame as he pauses there. Turning to look over his shoulder without actually looking at her he says, "I will have someone check on you. To make sure you are well. Perhaps you will rest better with my absence."
Elektra Natchios	"I am not one thing or another. I am both." Elektra explains in a low, measured tone. "Part of two worlds, if you will. You have seen one, but it is not less real because of it." she continues, now finished with her coffee and placing the mug on the bedstand. Her hands rest on her lap then, she slightly bent forward and looking at the God of Thunder. "Yes, there are shadows in my world. In the same way there are on yours. I did not ask you about your past or what you have done to be who and what you are today. At least not yet." Dark gaze then strays to the cabinet where her armor and weapons are. She squints her eyes, "This is not something I reveal to someone out on a whim, or the moment after I have met them." she says, "We have not been together for that long for me to be revealing all I am to you." "I don't want someone else to check on me." She then says in a more direct manner. The feeling of fingertips is felt on the man's arm. She doesn't look up at him either, the same way that he doesn't look at her. But she lets her fingers rest there.
Thor	There is that palpable tension between them, it is strong in the air as she speaks those words to him, telling him as she can of who she is and what she has revealed. He says naught in response to her words, yet she can see him mentally tightening, curling up slightly, his body language growing tense. There is a small focused exhalation of breath as he tries to wrangle through his own thoughts, his own feelings.     He draws a breath, head lifting as he starts to say something. Only then for his words to be halted. Just by that touch. And the way she says her last wish there to him. She doesn't want someone else.     For a brief instant his eyes close. Then the tension breaks for him as he gives in to the wish he had held since he had returned, since she had recovered. For he turns at that small caress and suddenly she is in his arms. Gentle, yet strong, those blue eyes meet her gaze as he draws her to him. And should she look up into those dark irises of his, then he will find her lips. To share his kiss with her, as if to whisper to her that he wished to be nowhere else.
Elektra Natchios	The assassin is brought up on Thor's arms, her eyes finally fixing on the man's, watching the intensity there. There is still tension, yes, very palpable one. But at least one hurdle appears to have been surpassed. She returns the kiss then, one hand pressing against the man's chest, eyes closing. Anger was still there but at least it was now more directed towards Serpens and his goons.. There would be hell to pay, but tonight she would rest.