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[synergismus]

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[berserkergang]

The continual thrum of water striking the wide brim of his hat lessens due to cover, second to Thor noticing the presence of another. He drags the object in question off his head as he peers upwards, and he gives the other man an automatic smile of recognition. "I was given this hat," Thor says, "by a stranger. He had many to spare."

Rather than sit and sulk on the wet curb in defiance of company, he gets to his feet, cape dragging wetly after him. He moves somewhat stiffly, slowly, as if sore and weighed down by his own armor.

"Do I look worse," he says, that smile waning, but remaining. "I plummeted from the sky, and thus have leave to. But the weather favours no one."

[boomvox]

"Yeah." You do look worse, sorry Thor, but Jae smiles when he says it. The protection of the umbrella remains - Thor is xbox huger but only three inches taller, and so it's not much of a stretch to hold it over both their heads.

"How'd you fall? .. Why are you sitting out here?" His gaze slides over the hammer smashed in the road and.. Oh, that's probably not good, huh.

[berserkergang]

Thor follows that glance with one of his own, sort of by way of answer even if not everything is apparent in such a subtle exchange. "I attempted to leave this realm by summoning enough cosmic power so as to break through its veil," Thor explains, as if that's just a totally normal thing someone might do on any given day. "I think I was thrown back here, but I do not exactly recall."

And as for why he's sitting here-- he turns the hat in his hands in a fidget, attention now back on the object half buried in the road.

"I don't know," he admits. "I did not wish to leave it, but I cannot wield it either. My powers, they've waned." Which is a big deal, actually, as it was before and is now, but he's already had his tantrum and there is no one to punch. Technically, punching is what got him here.

[boomvox]

Wh..

Uh. Okay.

Jae blinks at him a little with that explanation, fluttering slightly. All right, guy. The more it sinks in that Thor is actually a god the more surreal it feels to be speaking to him. Maybe it's because he really stubbornly didn't believe in any, at home - the ones here are much the same, out of sight out of mind.

But uh, it's hard to miss this guy.

"Is it really heavy?" WOW, he thinks, that sounds REALLY DUMB out loud. Jae winces.

[berserkergang]

Thor laughs -- it's mild, a baritone chuckle pulled deep from in his chest, and he tips his head as if to say something like that.

"On the best of days, it is heavy. On the worst, it is more than that. You may try it, if you wish." Which is a funnier game when Thor himself can actually lift the thing, but it's an instinctive offer. Meanwhile, some recent memory is slowly keeling over into an idea -- in contrast to the snake-like agility with which plans and notions occur to his brother, it's a more ponderous, slow-moving thing in Thor's mind.

He glances back towards where he'd pitched his already broken CiD.

[boomvox]

"I don't know, if you can't pick it up I'm pretty sure I'd sooner do one of those cartoon flips over it," he says. "I don't know if you've noticed but you're kind of The Rock compared to me, waned powers or not."

Jae peers across at the hammer again. If he was a bird, his feathers would have all puffed up in slight distress. He's not sure how he feels about even touching a god's weapon, but he's kind of curious at the same time.

[berserkergang]

"That is probably so. But I know better than to speak so quickly, and you are obviously more than just your shape."

Wh--

Whatever that means. Thor says it as effortless as he does words of cosmic power and attempted breakouts that scratched the surface enough to invoke divine intervention, but not to create a rain of monsters. Just water, and strange abilities.

Thor rakes rat-tail wet locks of blonde off his face, breezing by with; "Do you know where I may obtain another speaking tablet?"

[boomvox]

Miraculously, Jae doesn't take that as weird. Of all the things happening right now, the notion that a god can tell he uses magic is way, way down on the weird list, right up in the 'completely normal, given context' category.

Because that's totally what Thor means. Magic. Since Jae is a sorcerer.

Yes.

"Did you break your CiD?" ... Yeah, looking at the mess out here, he isn't surprised. "I think you can get help through the job office, they're the sort of unofficial new people social workers."