gonna make a comeback

[forsooth]

CHARACTERS: Torunn (forsooth) and YOU!
LOCATION: Anywhere on the ship!
WARNINGS: Not much. Maybe a wee bit of violence, but otherwise safe.
SUMMARY: The mini-demi-god finally makes an appearance.
NOTES: oh my god i completely forgot to intro I THINK MY BRAIN THOUGHT I ALREADY HAD SOB


It's been about a day or two. Maybe longer, maybe less. Probably longer.

She'd been so startled waking up, finding herself in those .. capsules. Unlike anything she'd been in before, and yet so familiar she'd initially thought of Ultron. Surely he hadn't won, hadn't caught them all--

So she'd taken off. Snuck in the heights of the ceilings, waited till the unfamiliars cleared out, before grabbing her own set of clothes, and leaving. It wasn't that she was scared, because she wasn't (maybe a teeny, tiny bit), it was just that she had been on her way home. To Earth. She'd gotten rid of Ultron for good. Surely the Bifrost hadn't messed up and landed her somewhere dangerous, had it?

So for anyone wandering around the ship, they might catch a glimpse of waist-length blonde hair, gold winged armor or even a set of confused yet cautious blue eyes. Be it in flight or on the ground. She looks a bit young to be wandering around, looking so lost, perhaps?

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[falsehoods]

Loki had seen the girl before, but only briefly. The glimpse had been enough to haunt him and cloud his heart with unspeakable loathing. Who was this girl that had such a resemblance to his hated brother? The Trickster had to know.

When he saw her walking down one of the lonely corridors of the Tranquility he teleported in front of her, allowing his aura of magic to flutter his cloak and reach out to the walls, filling the very air with his arcane presence. The entire display was intended to be intimidating without being openly threatening.

its always okay ahhhh

[forsooth]

Though she'd only met her Father once or twice in her just-over-a-decade span of life, even she knew how much she resembled the god. Eyes, hair, features... There was very little she took after her mother. At least, not yet.

But, like all trained warriors, an unknown figure suddenly appearing before her set her on edge, dropped her to a defensive position, hand flying to her shoulders where her beloved Sword lay sheathed. Intimidating but- not dangerous. At least, not entirely. Nothing she couldn't handle without her sword.

"Who are you?" Straight to the point. ... Well, it was that or bitch, get outta my way. Figured the former was more polite.

[falsehoods]

Loki's eyes lit up as the girl dropped into a warrior's defensive stance. For a moment, he said nothing and simply watched her. She was a fighter, of course. No blood of Thor-if indeed that was what she was-could possibly have enough intelligence to grasp the vagaries of magic.

Thor...

The name alone raised fire in his blood. He stewed in his loathing then remembered the girl had asked him something.

"I am called Loki."

He waited for her response.

[forsooth]

Well, she may have known magic had she not been left to live her life on Earth, thanks. But regardless, Loki possesses it, and she does not. It's different. Threatening, in a sense. Not because he himself is threatening... But there's certainly something not-nice about this one. That much is obvious.

... Loki. Loki. She knew that name, didn't she?

"Of... Asgard?" The defensive hold is gone- or mostly gone. Was he of Asgard? A brethren of her own? She knew the name. She just couldn't remember why. Related? Knew of? Enemy? The latter seemed the most unlikely, despite the obvious. But maybe that was just wishful thinking.

[falsehoods]

Of Asgard...

Part of him recoiled at the name. No, not of Asgard, never of Asgard! Nor was he of Jotunheim. He considered himself a being born from nowhere and, as such, one that was forever alone. Thor, Thor was of Asgard and he was...

Loki deflated in mid-snarl and refrained from launching into a rant on the matter.

"Aye....the one and the same."

He clasped his hands together.

"You know of me, then."

[willpunchfaces]

Francis is getting used to this SEC deal faster than he thought he would. Sure, he's still got his Avengers on the side, but doing routine patrols isn't bad, and it gets him out and about the ship in ways skulking around with Azari and James never could. Not that he can do much skulking with Azari, anyway, seeing as the kid is still in stasis.

He's actually on his way to the pod bay to check on said friend when he spots the familiar blonde hair, the shine of gold armour. That ... Torunn was wearing that when she came back from Asgard, wasn't she? But she wasn't here. James said she'd gone home, so-

"Torunn?" The word is out of his mouth before he realises he said it, and then Francis is hurrying after the blonde, quiver rattling against his back. "Wait!"

[forsooth]

She hadn't seen anyone since her arrival. No one she recognized, at least. Which was ... just more upsetting and disconcerting than anything. She'd wanted to return 'home', and yet none of her family was here. No one she knew and--

Wait. She knows that sultry voice. Something that makes her halt her steps, turn round to search because yes, she does recognize the voice. Maybe not one of her brothers, but she knew it, and and and.

"...Francis?"

[willpunchfaces]

He pulls up short, looking a little disgruntled at her calling him by his name, but it's shortlived. She's here. She's really here.

"It's really you," he breathes rather lamely. "Oh man, James is gonna flip. And Azari and Tony and-" He cuts himself off, looking her over. He's only really known her for day, maybe a couple, but it's the same as with James. There's that instant connection, that sense of camaraderie, and he's honestly just really happy to see her. "Have you seen any of the others yet?"

[ironrusts]

Tony's wandering because... really, what else is there to do? Other than try again to get Azari out of his pod... and fail again, most likely.

To say he isn't in the best of moods would be putting it mildly.

And so the first time he catches a glimpse of someone that looks, for a moment, like Torunn, it's easy to tell himself it's only wishful thinking. The Torunn he left behind was bigger, for one. Besides, James and Francis would have known if she was there, wouldn't they? But after a second look...

"...Torunn?"

It could be a younger version of her, like with Francis, and he feels hopeful for a moment, before he fights the feeling back down. Hope leads to stupid mistakes... and besides, he's not certain having any of his kids on this ship is something to be hoped for.