El!
El has been with the site for nearly two years now and has continued to prove her value. Currently, she is heading up our site event, Battle for Liberterram, on top of keeping up with her own personal plots.
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Peggy Carter!
Lux's posts are all wonderful to read. She has done a wonderful job of grasping the new universe and incorporating Peggy into it.
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Peter Parker!
It's good to see Spidey back on the site. Watching him deal with the universe shift in his own snarky way has been nothing short of entertaining.
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Eight O'Clock on the Dot!
El and Lux are making magic in this thread. Straight up fireworks, and the way they've played with drawing out the reveal is top class.
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Eventually he found the building that Hawkeye was supposed to be in and ventured inside, wandering through the maze of hallways until he found the correct office door. At least, that's what the nameplate on the door said. When he pushed it open, however, it was not his old friend that he saw but rather a young woman with dark hair. She was beautiful; carrying with her the air of a warrior that he was not unused to seeing on those like the Lady Sif and the Lady Freya. It was odd to see such a thing in a Midgardian that looked so young.
He cleared his throat before speaking. "I was looking for Hawkeye. Clint Barton. I was told I could find him here. Is he around?" Baldr asked as he stepped into the crowded and messy office. There were stacks of books and papers everywhere, along with an assortment of arrows tossed about the place in a way that seemed a bit too careless for weaponry. "He is not expecting me. I simply wished to speak with him," Baldr added, as he didn't want to mislead the young woman in any way, "My name is Baldr. I believe that he knows my brother, Thor." From what he'd gathered of this world, Thor was someone that they still knew despite most other things being erased.[/style][style=width: 401px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; background-color:#fcf76b; text-align:right; color: #333333;]Kate Bishop. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.[/style]
Perks of being the sidekick for an Avenger: Plenty of time in the field Great for resumes Knowledge that you were doing the world a great service Free pizza.
Perks of being the TA for an Avenger who’d decided to simply teach instead: . . . . . . . . .
Kate was still trying to figure that last one out. Staring at the stack of tests in front of her, she wasn’t entirely sure there were any perks. Well, okay, she basically had a free period while Clint was teaching. And it was a subject she’d already taken, so she wasn’t even tempted to pay attention… which meant she could spend her time doing better things - like homework for her other classes, or surfing the web for new tunes, or checking the news for any interesting stories that might warrant a pair of Avenging archers swooping in to save the day.
Adding the red grade at the top of the last test - 90%! Way to go Grady! - she let the pen clatter to the desk and leaned back to stretch. It was only around dinner time but most of the classrooms were empty by now. Instead, she guessed a solid majority of the students were taking up space in the massive cafeteria (more like a food court) portion of the Academy. She should probably head that way if she wanted to get any kind of decent fare. Then again, if she went to the firing range for a bit of practice beforehand, maybe the lady who worked at the confection shop would take pity on her for all the hard work she put in day in and day out. If a cinnamon roll was good enough for breakfast, it was certainly good enough for dinner, too.
She’d just picked up her bag and was leaning down to grab her bow as well when the door opened. Half-expecting to see Clint, she lifted her chin and turned. Any smart-mouthed comment she’d been about to let fly at the archer disappeared as she caught sight of the man entering the cluttered office. A slight blush tinted her cheeks as she felt a pang of guilt for a stranger having to see the office in such a state of disarray. But wait - this wasn’t her office. This mess was all Clint’s.
Offering a smile as the momentary appearance of embarrassment disappeared from her cheeks, she canted her head slightly and chuckled. “Well, you found a Hawkeye…” she mused, lifting the bow as if that were an explanation in and of itself. Which, well, if they knew Clint as Hawkeye, probably was good enough. “As for good ol’ Professor Barton, I’m afraid he’s… Well, honestly, I’m not entirely sure where he is.” She hadn’t seen Clint since class earlier in the day. Had he told her about any kind of appointment? A quick glance down at the day calendar, however, showed class as his only item on his docket for the day (written in her neat handwriting, of course).
Really though, it was possible he had something else, because god forbid that man utilize any of the organizational tools she tried to implement in his life.
“Nice to meet you, Baldr. Clint’s told me about your brother. My name’s Kate.” Smiling, she stepped around the desk and shifted her bow from one hand to the other so that she could offer him a handshake. “I’m his TA slash sidekick, hence the nickname,” she grinned, a hint of pride in her posture. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”
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Looking at her hand for a moment when she offered it, he then reached to grasp it in his own for a firm handshake. It was not the greeting that they were accustomed to in Asgard, where the typical greeting was clasping forearms, but he was used to it from his time on Midgard before. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Kate," he replied with a smile, "I was, ah, looking to speak with him specifically." He didn't want to say it was because they had known each other before the world had changed. It would make him sound insane, more than likely.
Baldr glanced around the office for a moment. It was a mess, but that was what one expected from Clinton, so he wasn't surprised. "Do you know when he will be back? Perhaps you can give me his schedule?" He supposed that he could still learn from this Hawkeye about Midgard, but the reason he'd come here was to reconnect with the man who'd been his friend before - that was something that the young woman couldn't really help him with. However, he wouldn't really mind making new friends. That was never a bad thing.
"Apologies. I wasn't expecting to run into someone other than Clint," he said with a small chuckle, "I'm not interrupting anything, am I? I can simply wait for him to get back if you have something that you need to do. You look like you were preparing to leave."[/style][style=width: 401px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; background-color:#fcf76b; text-align:right; color: #333333;]Kate Bishop. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.[/style]
One eyebrow made its way towards the top of her forehead in a lazy fashion as the Asgardian questioned Clint’s manners. “Believe me - he’s rude for a billion and a half other reasons,” she chuckled. “He made it to all of his classes today. And he was on time. He’s off the hook for the evening.” The cycle would restart the next morning. Having nights off was a privilege awarded to good teachers. Today, Clint had been a good teacher.
Baldr’s handshake was decidedly strong, and she found herself making sure her own hand was taught and her grip was firm. He was a warrior, and somewhere deep in her subconscious she realized she didn’t want to be perceived by him as weak. Never mind that her hand was freaking tiny compared to his. It wasn’t the size of the boat, but the motion of the ocean, right? Well, surely the same logic could be applied here - it wasn’t the size of the hand, but the… agility and quick reflexes and expert marksmanship?
“Likewise,” she smiled, her internal debate hidden from her face. “Oh? Avenger-y business? He got out of that life a while back, but I’m sure it won’t take much persuasion to drag him back in…” Her lips pursed together, not necessarily in disappointment, but… well, okay, perhaps a bit of disappointment. “Mind helping me get on the roster with him if you do drag him back? I’ve grown rather attached of the bird brain, and lord knows he’s not gonna watch his own back in the middle of battle.” Not only had she grown fond of her mentor, she’d gotten quite accustomed to saving his butt on a regular basis.
A quick glance at the cell phone sitting on the desk showed no blinking lights, meaning she didn’t have any new messages. That was probably a good thing - it meant Clint didn’t need saving - but at the same time, it meant she had no clue where he’d wandered off to for the evening. “He’s not due back until tomorrow morning. We’ve got a…” Turning to flip the page of the desk calendar, she nodded in confirmation to her own thought and turned back to the Asgardian. “...ten o’clock class in the morning. If he doesn’t show up for that, you’re welcome to join me in banging down his door.” Looking the taller man up, she chuckled. “Or rather, you’re welcome to join me so that you can bang down his door.” She had a feeling Baldr here would have a decidedly easier time with the task.
Waving off Baldr’s apology, she shook her head and finally reached down to grab her bow again. “It’s no biggie. I was just about to hit up the range for a few rounds and then maybe get in a few miles around the track if there aren’t any freshmen hanging around looking for a spar. I hate to say it, but my life… pretty boring,” she admitted with a slightly dramatic grimace. There were no lavish galas to attend here, no Hellfire Club shindigs to make an appearance at. It was just school, practice, and occasionally saving the world (or at least a part of the world) with her mentor. “Anyone give you the grand tour yet? If not, I’d be more than happy to show you around the place.” Clint might not have manners, but her daddy had taught her right.
Post by Baldr Odinson on Mar 29, 2017 20:24:18 GMT
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Baldr supposed that he should not have been surprised at the strength of her grip, given that she was an archer like her mentor. Still, he gave a surprised smile at the strong clasp of her hand in his. He shook his head a little at the question as to his business being Avengers-related. That had not ever been part of his purpose here on Midgard and he certainly didn’t see himself joining the team now. He was a warrior and a general, yes, but he did not go seeking out battles. Joining a team whose sole purpose was such would be counter-productive to that cause.
“I am not with the Avengers,” he replied, “Although your enthusiasm and care is noted. I will see if I can pass it along to my brother.” Thor had still been involved in the team in this world, that he could see. “My interest in tracking down Hawkeye is rather more personal. Simply… ah… a wish for a guide, I suppose? It was Thor’s suggestion to seek Hawkeye out.” And it had been, originally, as the Hawk was thoroughly Midgardian.
He could not help the chuckle at her offer to bang down the Hawk’s door should he continue to be missing in the morning. “Perhaps I will need to take you up on that offer, if my brother’s stories hold true,” he replied, utilizing the absent Thor as a convenient excuse to know things about a man that he had never met, as far as this universe was concerned.
It chafed slightly, perhaps, that he had given his life for a world that would never know of his sacrifice; could not know of it, even, as it had been erased from existence. All the same, he was glad that this world had not experienced those dark weeks and battles leading up to the necessity of his act.
“Ah,” he replied as she mentioned her plans for the night, “I would hate to impose… but it has been some time since I’ve handled a bow. Perhaps I could join you at the range? It would be a pleasant way to keep occupied while waiting for Clinton to show.” [/style][style=width: 401px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; background-color:#fcf76b; text-align:right; color: #333333;]Kate Bishop. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.[/style]
Kate gave Baldr’s assessment a moment of thought before nodding. “You’re not wrong,” she decided, grinning up at the Asgardian. “He’s kind of like a dog in a way -- that is, he responds well to positive encouragement. Pizza, coffee, the works.” Clearly, she thought this was highly amusing because she couldn’t stop the grin from continuing to play on her lips. Maybe tomorrow, she’d start an experiment using coffee as a reward for good behavior. Could be fun to see how long it took him to notice - or how long until he became fully trained.
She could feel her cheeks beginning to burn slightly as she saw the look of glad surprise on the alien Prince’s face. That meant her handshake had been good, right? That she was leaving a good impression? If she could get into Baldr’s good graces, then maybe he’d tell Thor about her, and then maybe the other Avengers would decide they needed a second archer on the team. Two eyes were better than one, after all, so why not two Hawkeyes!
“No, of course not,” she chuckled, nodding enthusiastically. “Clint seems hesitant to. I’m not sure if that’s his natural laziness, or if he’s just being selfish. Either way, I just want to help.” She stopped herself before she went any further, realizing that since he’d said he wasn’t on the Avengers, that probably meant he didn’t want her life story and reasons for desiring a spot on the elite team’s roster. “A guide?” Canting her head, she let one finely plucked eyebrow lift in curiosity. “Like through the woods?” God, she hoped that wasn’t the case. That man could get turned around here at the university he taught at five days a week - setting him loose in the woods could be dangerous.
Her smile softened and her eyes gleamed in a conspiratorial fashion as Baldr agreed to help her come morning if Clint didn’t show his blonde butt to class. “Exxxxcellent…” she chuckled, already imagining the look on Barton’s face when his door stopped being a door at the hands - well, probably foot - of the Asgardian Prince.
“Impose, schmimpose,” she babbled, waving the Prince’s attempt at politeness aside. “Come on, Prince. I’ll give you the Cliff’s Notes version of the tour on the way to the range so you can show me what you’ve got.” Shooting him a wink, she stuffed her phone into her back pocket and, grabbing her gear, headed for the door. Once the office was locked up behind them, she nodded her head in the direction they’d be heading and shifted her bag so that it rest a little more easily on her shoulder. “So, how long you in our neck of the woods for, if you don’t mind my asking?”
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The young Midgardian in front of him began to flush as she looked up at Baldr and he felt his own cheeks coloring in return. It seemed that the two of them made quite the pair. If they kept encouraging each other in such a way, they would soon resemble tomatoes. "I am certain that he has his reasons. Perhaps he simply doesn't want to share you," Baldr assured the young woman. From what little he'd heard of Kate in the previous world, it had seemed that Clinton had felt quite protective over the young archer. He could see how that would make him hesitant to introduce her to the Avengers as a potential teammate.
Chuckling at her confused disbelief regarding the elder Hawkeye as a guide, he shook his head. "More like... a guide to your world, since I am new to it. He appeared to think that Hawkeye would be the best man for the job, as he was a more conventional person than many of Thor's other friends here. Of course, I do not know yet how true that is, but I trust my brother's judgement." He now knew, of course, that Clinton had been a rather strange choice, but all the same he was capable of at least pretending to be normal for short periods of time and he'd been more than willing to patiently guide Baldr through the confusions of Midgard. All in all, he was quite glad to have made a friend in the archer and was looking forward to meeting him again.
Smiling a little as she laughed - she had a lovely laugh - Baldr wondered what he had gotten himself into with this second Hawkeye. He was not sure that his life had room for two of them, and the longer he was in her presence, the more she could see pieces of her mentor in her.
He brightened a bit as she waved aside his unsure offer, quite literally glowing slightly as he smiled down at her, although his blush deepened at the wink. He was... was she flirting with him? Even after his time on Midgard before, it was still so difficult for him to tell when here. "Oh. Um. I am unsure at this point. Until I am needed elsewhere, I suppose," he answered, stumbling over his words slightly as he continued to be confused over her attentions and whether they meant anything.[/style][style=width: 401px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; background-color:#fcf76b; text-align:right; color: #333333;]Kate Bishop. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.[/style]
“It should at least provide me with a bit of entertainment until he figures it out,” she responded, grinning her own self. Torturing Clint was part of the reason she enjoyed waking up every morning. This little experiment would certainly be entertaining at the least.
Seeing the color creep up on the Asgardian’s face only helped to deepen the crimson staining her cheeks. Wait - why was he blushing? Hell, why was she even blushing?! Get it together, Hawkeye! Swallowing past her embarrassment, she tried to focus instead on what the Prince was saying. One big problem, however: he was currently complimenting her. Or attempting to set her up with Clint. Shaking her head of the second thought, she tried to stop her cheeks from flushing any brighter than they already had. “No, no. It’s nothing like that, I’m sure. He’s like my uncle,” she tried. A really weird uncle, but yeah, that seemed about right.
Uncles and nieces couldn’t be a thing here on Earth. Hopefully that was a thing in Asgard, too, so that was cleared up. Her and Clint were definitely not a thing and just no. Eww, no. “He probably just doesn’t want the others to know how often he needs his butt saved.”
A guide to their world? So he was super new to… what did the Asgardians call Earth? Middle Earth? No, that was Tolkien. Middlegard? Eh, close enough. “Conventional… Not exactly a word I’d use to describe Barton,” she chuckled. “He is probably one of the more down-to-earth dudes, though, so I can see why Thor would pick him over guys like the genius billionaire philanthropist.”
Kate was still happily imagining Baldr kicking down Clint’s door to really notice the smile on the Asgardian’s face. Maybe Clint would bolt all the locks and it would take a few kicks. Or maybe he was strong enough to just smash through them all in one fell blow. Probably the latter. God, that would be beautiful to watch. She’d totally buy Clint a new door - hell, she could have one ready and waiting beside his old one - just to see it happen.
Snapping out of her daydream, she returned to the conversation at hand with a little extra pep. The sudden light emanating off of Baldr caused her to falter and she leaned in a little to decide if her eyes were playing tricks on her. “Are you… glowing?” she asked, her mouth open in a little ‘o’ of surprise. That was pretty nifty! “Oh wow, you’re warm, too. Can I take you camping with me next time I manage to get some time off?”
Still grinning with delight at this new revelation that Baldr was a living, breathing heat lamp, she started heading through the halls at a leisurely pace. She managed to stop herself from telling the Asgardian Prince that she needed him in her bed every night - this school’s dorms were always so cold. That would be incredibly forward and more than a little rude, two things she tried not to be. “Well, we’re glad to have you as long as you want to stay. I know there are some spare dorms in the north wing where I live. It’s close to the cafeteria and the gym,” she announced proudly.
“Speaking of… This here is the cafeteria…” Pausing in the doorway, she smiled in at the large space. A selection of counters boasting different signs created a ring around the room. Both students and staff milled about, some placing orders, some sitting down at one of the many tables to eat. Her eyes shifted from person to person, scrutinizing each to see if she spied a familiar mess of blonde hair. “I’m guessing Clint’s off-campus,” she suggested with a shrug. “Did you want to try anything before we hit the range, or maybe after? My treat either way, of course.”
Post by Baldr Odinson on May 10, 2017 20:15:02 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/gXwkX.png) ][style=width: 400px; height: 250px; background: #fcf76b url(http://i1291.photobucket.com/albums/b559/mortalends/mortal%20ends/hunnam.png); border: 1px solid #161616; border-left: none;] [/style][style=width: 381px; font-family: great vibes; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #f3f1ba; text-align: right; background-color:fcf76b; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; padding-top: -23px; padding-left: 10px; line-height: 16px; padding-right: 10px;] How beautiful you are [/style][style=width: 381px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 5px; color: #222222; text-align: right; background-color:#fcf76b; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-left: 10px; line-height: 8px; padding-right: 10px; font-style: bold; text-transform: uppercase;] completely torn apart[/style][style=width: 381px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; letter-spacing: -4px; color: #f3f1ba; text-align: right; background-color:#fcf76b; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 10px; line-height: 1px; padding-right: 10px;]- - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/style][style=width: 381px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; background-color: #f3f1ba; color: #222222; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;]Baldr blinked a bit in confusion at her insistence as to the elder Hawkeye being akin to an uncle. "All the more reason, truly, for him to wish to keep you to himself and out of harm’s way," he replied, "My own family kept me from anything overly violent for some time - and we are a warrior society." Eventually he had joined in on the training and become a warrior and general in his own right, though there were still some things that people tried their hardest to keep him from. One day, perhaps, he would not be seen as an innocent child - but likely not anytime soon, given those things he’d been designated to rule over.
He chuckled at her next words. "So it is you that is the responsible one, then, I take it?" he replied. It was easy to imagine the elder Hawkeye getting himself into trouble, and this Kate seemed to have a good grasp on his personality. Enough so to save him from himself.
"I would not expect anyone who spent time as one of your superheroes to be truly conventional, but I have been led to believe that among Thor’s friends, he is the most human," Baldr replied easily, "I wish to understand the populace of Midgard, if I will be staying here for any length of time." He had a better grasp on things this time around, but it would still be good to have a… refresher of sorts, given the changes that had been made to this realm in the wake of whatever had happened.
He couldn’t help the flush of embarrassment as the Lady Kate noticed his glowing (which began to fade as the blush increased), the coloring deepening as she continued on to invite him camping with her. "I… yes? I am the God of Light. I emit it subconsciously when happy… it is… difficult to control..." he replied, hesitating at her next question. "I do not believe it would be... proper for us to journey unchaperoned into the wilderness..." he added, flushing even deeper as he shifted uncertainly. These were the kinds of things that he needed assistance to figure out. Was she interested in him suddenly? They barely knew each other. Of course, the ladies of court barely knew him as well, so that was clearly not a requirement for this sort of thing.
Smiling with a hint of his uncertainty still present in his expression as she led him through the campus, he looked into the cafeteria. It was different than the one that he had become used to on SHIELD’s flying fortress during his last stay. "It is important to replenish your energy both before and after exercise," he said to her at the offer, "I have some Midgardian currency myself, so you do not have to feed an Asgardian appetite. My brother gave me one of those… plastic currency carrying devices?" Obtaining one had been slightly more simple this time around, as he had known what to ask for.[/style][style=width: 401px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; background-color:#fcf76b; text-align:right; color: #333333;]Kate Bishop. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.[/style]
Kate’s smile began to grow the more Baldr spoke, turning her previously embarrassed expression into an almost bashful look. She’d known for quite some time that Clint was protective of her. It just wasn’t a side he showed all too often, choosing to stick with sarcasm and teasing instead. That was perfectly fine for her, of course - she’d mastered the language of sarcasm at a young age, and had no qualms with dishing out just as much as he did.
She wasn't sure what to say in response to that, though, so she kept her trap shut. Thankfully, he spoke again pretty quickly, and she canted her head as curiosity took over her face. “Really?" That was odd. A young man in a society like the Asgardians... tucked away safely? Was he somehow weaker than the others? He certainly didn't look weak, that was for sure.
Realizing her eyes had wandered to the muscles of Baldr's arms, Kate quickly swiveled her gaze back up to his face, silently praying he hadn't noticed the slight detour.
"You can say that again," she chuckled, nodding her head. Sometimes, she wondered just how Clint had survived without her constant nagging assistance. She was fairly certain the man would have died no less than half a dozen times, and lost his head more times than that. Thankfully, his head was at least attached to his body.
Kate's lips pursed in thought as she mulled over Baldr's next statement, and she nodded, though not vehemently. "I think Sam's a little more normal, but they're both definitely more human than everyone else. Even some of the other non-supers are pretty incredible in their own right. And Widow is downright terrifying. I met her once, a few years ago. That woman has to be part robot or something, I swear." Realizing she'd let herself go on a slight tangent, she returned to his words and offered a cheeky (somewhat embarrassed) grin. "If you ever want a different tour guide than Barton, feel free to hit me up anytime." She and Clint were from two very different walks of life, so their perspectives on life varied. Their outlooks on life were eerily similar, however, which was part of the reason they made such an excellent team.
"Whoa. The God of Light?" That was one hell of a title. She could understand where he'd gotten it, at least. A smile fell onto her lips involuntarily as he explained how the ability worked - he was glowing because he was happy, which meant something she'd done or said had caused that. Cute. "Proper for - wait what? Oh! No, no, uhh... Not err... I didn't mean it like that, I swear," she babbled, her cheeks flushing with embarrassed heat. "I meant like... because you're warm... like a portable space heater... and it gets cold out in the woods, and yeah, there's no way I'm digging myself out of this one."
Best to shut up before she stuck the rest of her leg into her mouth.
Moving along with the tour and getting onto the subject of food and exercise helped to lessen the burn in Kate's cheeks. She was surprised to hear that Baldr had a credit card - she'd heard stories of just how incompetent Thor had been upon his first visit. It made sense, she guessed, that he'd prepared his brother for these kinds of things. "No worries. My bank account isn't going to be depleted anytime soon. Trust fund kid," she chuckled, just before realizing he probably didn't understand that reference.
"That is to say, uhh... My family is pretty wealthy, so one Asgardian meal ain't gonna kill me. How about this... I'll get the pre-workout food, and you can spend your moolah on dinner for us. Deal?" she asked, holding one hand out towards him in an offer of a handshake. Never mind that they hadn't actually planned to eat two meals together. He'd mentioned eating before and after a workout, though, so she'd just assumed he'd go for it. Maybe. Hopefully.
