the_odinson (the_odinson) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-03-20 16:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | thor, zatanna |
Welcome to Gotham
Who: Thor, OTA
Where: Streets of Gotham City
When: March 20th, 11:21PM
What: Thor arrives, and starts a riot.
Rating: R- Its gonna get violent. And sweary :P
The work was dull, degrading, basic- hauling pieces of wood and bags of cement were not meant for Gods. And yet Thor had found a strange pride in it. The sense of accomplishment, the ache after a day of hard work, a congratulatory beer after a job well done. He grew to appreciate the people of Midgard, and might have stayed, had he not felt the pull of his mystic hammer- Mjolnir. The weapon was here. But why? A sense of unease had permeated his thoughts. Had his father finally succumbed to the Odinsleep? If so, the realm was without a champion to defend it. Whatever the case, he could not simply allow a weapon of such power to be left for anyone to discover. The hammer was his responsibility, if not to wield, then to defend.
It had been four days since the elderly woman had persuaded him to accept a ride from Boston to the new city of York. Thor found it bore little resemblance to old York, but that had been some time since he had visited it. He had taken some time to pinpoint his next move. His connection to the hammer was a pale reflection of what it had once been, offering little in the way of a specific location. It had been an overheard news-crier's voice, speaking of “unusual thunderclouds massing over Gotham” that had given him his destination.
A blast of wind from a passing semi nearly knocked Thor off his feet. Stumbling, he regained his balance. Something drew his attention, and he looked up at the sky, pointing with an index finger “Don't even think about it” he breathed, staring at the clouds above. Thunder pealed overhead, and droplets of rain began to spatter upon the ground. “Traitorous dogs” Thor mumbled to himself, trudging on as the downpour began.
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The rain had stopped by the time Thor made it downtown, the streets still glistening and wet. The skyscrapers resembled great, bleak fortresses, forged of obsidian and iron. Thor nodded in approval at humanity's ingenuity, if not their aesthetic taste. The streets were bare and devoid of people, which Thor found in stark contrast to York, which had been busy and bustling at all hours. Still, as he continued on into figures began to emerge from the dark alleyways and side-streets. A screeching sound caught Thor's attention, followed by a series of low rumbles reverberating down the length of the street. Some horde of beasts, by the sound of things Thor thought, but decided to investigate. He had quickly learned that things were not always what they seemed in Midgard. Turning a corner, he saw a large building dominating the end of the run down street. It was squat and wide, with small windows and a fence defending it, the top of which was wound with razor wire. As he drew closer, Thor saw a group of people congregating around the entrance to the building, the gates to the fence thrown wide. They were celebrating, dancing about with women and drink, while others grilled. Loud music echoed down the street, occasionally overwhelmed by the roaring sounds, and as he neared them Thor saw they came from metal steeds. There were dozens of the machines arrayed outside the entrance, of varying sizes and makes. At the centre of the group, a great bonfire burned, billowing acrid black smoke into the night sky.
Ruffians and louts Thor thought, as the group whistled and howled at a pair of teenage girls passing. They were young, and pretty, and it was not lost on the group. A fat man stepped out and grabbed at one of them, but she knocked his hand away and yelled at him. His response was to break his empty bottle across her face. The girl fell to the ground screaming, her friend holding her in arms. The Fat Man just laughed and wandered back to his friends. His eyes widening at the display, Thor felt his blood begin to thunder in his ears. Never a good sign. Jogging forward, he fell to one knee next to the young women. "Let me see" he said, but the young woman's friend tried to push him away, protectively. Thor caught her wrist and stared into her eyes "I will not harm your friend, I swear it" he said in a surprisingly tender voice. The Friend nodded, and Thor began seeing to the young woman's wounds. The bottle had struck the top of her head, thankfully sparing her face from mutilation. Still, the wound bled profusely. Reaching into his bag, Thor pulled out some gauze, and began to field-dress the wound as best he could. After doing what he could, Thor helped the girls to their feet, and escorted them to a 24 diner across the street. "Contact the healer's guild, then lock the door" Thor said to the grizzled waitress at the counter, as he wrapped his jacket gingerly around the shoulders of the injured girl.
He exited the restaurant quickly, and began striding down the street toward the bikers. Pulling his toolbelt from his duffel, Thor tossed the bag aside, buckling the loaded belt on as he went. A crowbar dangled from one metal hook, a silver ball-hammer from the other. Sliding the hammer out of his belt slowly, Thor approached the open gates, then stopped. Flipping the tool into the air, he locked eyes with the Fat Man who had assaulted the young girl. Catching the twirling hammer out of mid-air, Thor stepped forward, throwing it with unerring accuracy. The weapon spun through the air, end over end, closing the distance with it's target within seconds. The Fat Man could only gape before the steel head slammed against his forehead. A resounding "CRACK!!" echoed down the street, and all music and noise stopped abruptly. The Fat Man coughed, and blood began to pour from his nose, before he tipped forward and crashed onto the ground, the ball hammer clattering to the ground next to him. The entire crowd stared up at Thor, agape, as he pulled the crowbar from the second metal hook on his belt. “Next?” Thor said, looking around with a smirk, before the angry mob of bikers surged forward, their eyes filled with bloodlust...