Doors Halloween (doorsween) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-10-28 22:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | plot: halloween |
Who: Jaeger pilot
What: Reveal
Warnings/Rating: Tame, lots of mythos.
There was a name written in stylized script across the side of his helmet. Silver Hammer. The name of his Jaeger, of a machine that he bonded with, a tool, a weapon. Yet, as he crossed into the realm he knew, he found himself reaching for it just as the pilot would have sought out the conn pod and the Drift, that nebulous now where he would find someone who would know him just as well as he knew himself.
The pilot would have called it science. Where he came from, science and magic existed not as two separate entities, but as one. Monsters were real, but they did not come as Kaiju, huge and beastly, but giants and dark elves, demons and those beings belched forth from Hel had the same desire to destroy and came in as many different shapes and sizes as the pilot's beasts.
His home though, that was the same. He still desired to protect Asgard, his home, his realm, and those realms that fell under her protection. How his story would end he already knew, regardless of what hopes he might have had otherwise. He'd drunk too deeply of the Well of UrĂ°r and there was no escaping the fate it delivered to him from the moment of his birth.
Hard plastic elongated, strengthened into long lines of metal, chips that spanned the length and width of his arms, curled into circlets that spanned his torso. The hammer (silver colored Uru metal) came at his call and the force of it smacking welcome into his palm jarred a flurry of blue, light scattering dust from his skin. Blue. There was a promise yet that Thor had to fulfill, but first another must come due.