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[petrichorian]

So many of my teammates already here, and now me. But still no Natasha. If I didn't know better I'd say you were afraid of her.

[A warm, booming laugh, rolling like the thunder before a storm.]

But no, I'm departure enough from your norm, she would be more of one, it's understandable that you haven't been able to make her stick, she doesn't stay anywhere she doesn't want to.

The same could be said of me, which given as how I'm still here, and you're finally giving me voice, is a telling thing.

I do appreciate the title, as well, though it would make me seem a mere muse of impending rain.

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[red_room_grad]

Hello, Thor.

[petrichorian]

Hello, Natasha.

[red_room_grad]

Mun said you were searching for me. What's up?

[petrichorian]

Ah! A misunderstanding, I was remarking that my mun has many of the team already, now including me, but no sign of a version of you, that's all.

[red_room_grad]

Well, I'm here! She said she was willing to have me play...so, if you want me, here I am.

[petrichorian]

That is good to know! I should seek out teammates besides the one already residing in the mun's head.

[trance]

Not typically underestimated, are you.

[petrichorian]

Not generally.

[An easy smile] And I doubt this title would be enough to make it happen. I don't mind, I think it's quite clever.

[trance]

It means...? [ despite her fluency, the more obscure english words can still escape her ]

[petrichorian]

Petrichor is the smell of the ground after a rain, and phrasing it the way she has makes it seem like I belong to that particular smell, the way one would belong to a realm or a country.

Which is the sort of intangible but very real thing a muse would belong to.

[trance]

[ so there's a name for that scent which follows him around -- or precedes him, maybe ]

In Slavic myth, the god of thunder is tied to fire, not water. [ a small smile of her own, wry and, well, far less easy ] He still carries a hammer.

[petrichorian]

[It's just... there in his presence. And it goes to charred ozone when he's angry. It's a Thing™]

Loki, my brother, is often tied to fire as well, which always makes him laugh to hear it

[trance]

Is he an illusionist too?

[petrichorian]

Oh yes.

[And we're not going to talk about how often Thor falls for those illusions, trusting lug that he is.]

He learned it from our mother, though he wasn't without natural talent before that.

[trance]

[ mighty trusting, one could say ]

It must be difficult to fight against him. [ emotionally but should he assume otherwise, she's fine with that ]

[petrichorian]

[One might say exactly that, yes.]

It is.

[That agreement at least is an easy one, and he may mean emotionally or literally or both.]

We were often at odds when we were younger, but things have changed, and not for the better.

[zeusrage]

...you remind me of someone.

[petrichorian]

I get that a lot.

[silver_deceit]

The widow is slippery. Much like the little silver fish we once tried to catch in summer streams. *There's a grudging respect there and maybe the slightest trace of nostalgia.*

[petrichorian]

[He thinks that over for a moment, and then nods.]

Something like that, yes.