Torunn had only just received word that her roster for Exalted had been updated: new teammates to incorporate into their group. Rynda was a wonderful and respectful warrior, Torunn was proud to have her on the team, and her relationship with Dexter and Hazard, was only benefiting with more time spent together. It was a strange feeling to always want to smile when a particular boy stepped into sight, but it was a welcomed one. However, after reading the new list, there was no smile on Torunn's face. The list was crumpled and thrown to the ground like a child about to suffer a tantrum, her chest rising and falling angrily as she returned to her room as fast as possible on foot. The ground shook like thunder as she stormed in and slammed the door shut. All but ripping her clothes from her body, Torunn began suiting up in the only armor she trusted, and the only items that had come with her to Midgard. Red padded pants were held in place with a golden belt, her torso left exposed even as she tugged down the matching red top, fastening the straps to chestplate that soon followed. Armored boots of gold were tightened and secured, the knee plates set in place and fastened as well. Finally, she secured the golden vambraces and lowered her helm, fashioned similarly to that of her father's, upon her head.
A standard sword she had acquired from Midgard was sheathed across her back between shoulders, shifting with each powerful step she took as she made her way through the school. Anyone that got in her way was pushed aside; she had little time to deal with those of Midgard, even her friends, and all eyes watched the goddess clearly prepared for some sort of battle. Whispers followed like the wind as she marched on, looking through every room, every hall. The moment she saw the trickster in the kitchen, she was weightless and in the air, her shoulder colliding into his gut before he could even offer a word. The two of them would crash through the glass door to the outside, bodies colliding with concrete as she straddled atop him, her hand outstretched to summon her golden bow strung with her mother's enchanted hair. Fingers curled and around the string to draw back as lightning gathered in the form of an arm pointed right between the boy's eyes. "Igus Lokison," she snarled, her breath heavy and her temper flaring. "I demand an explanation of your presence here!"