regarding the so called "Sixty-Third Rule"

[ladygrim]

[ There are many things Hogun could say, like how if you are to change a person's sex, it would make more sense to do it to one who already has the power or predilection to do so (a sorcerer, say, or shapeshifter). Or that this mun's stance on feminine strength and gender equality is noble indeed but this is not the proper forum for such matters.

But Hogun says nothing, because no matter the body, she is Hogun. ]

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[lion_of_asgard]

*peers quizzically*

[ladygrim]

[ Stares stoically. ]

[lion_of_asgard]

Do I... know you, m'lady?

[ladygrim]

You do, though not as I appear now. I have fought by your side for centuries along with Fandral.

[lion_of_asgard]

Not Lady Sif, of course, but...

Hogun?!

[ladygrim]

Aye. This new form confuses you? My skills in battle have not lessened.

[frog_of_thunder]

You seem familiar to me, valiant warrior. By what name are thou known?

lajsf I love frog Thor so much

[ladygrim]

[ There are many strange things in Asgard. A talking frog wearing familiar armor and bearing a minuscule hammer is, frankly, a new one. ]

I am called Hogun.

Thanks!

[frog_of_thunder]

Thy countenance has changed since I last saw thee, Hogun. How didst this occur? Or art thou from some parallel world from mine own?

[ladygrim]

It happened at the whim of my mortal mistress, and I was helpless to disobey.

[thundergod]

Though much is unfamiliar... I would recognize that countenance anywhere. Hail and well met, grim one.

[ladygrim]

[ Prince Thor has many talents. Thankfully, observation and intuition are among them. Hogun bows her head in greeting. ]

Well met, Thor.

[thundergod]

[He can be on the dense side now and then, admittedly - but he knows the people who've stood beside him through thick and thin. And if one's brother is the God of Mischief, it has a tendency to teach one appearances aren't everything.]

And you. As verbose as ever, I see.

[ladygrim]

[ Yep. ]

[thundergod]

If you're to be silent, there should at least be an excuse as good as a proper tankard occupying you. Have a drink with me, my friend?

[ladygrim]

[ Is that-- ? No, surely that cannot be... a smile beginning to show itself on Hogun's lips? ]

Aye, I will drink with you.

[odinsdottir]

Is that Hogun, I spy, or a maiden playing poor at mystery?

[ladygrim]

Aye, I am Hogun. And you are Thor? Or has your mortal chosen a different name for you now?

[odinsdottir]

Thyra! A name for a goddess, not a name for thunder; I claimed the thunder on my own.

[ladygrim]

As you always do. My mistress was unable to think of any more feminine names for me, so I retain my own.

[odinsdottir]

I can imagine you named nothing else.

keywords

[lunging]

...you look familiar.

[ladygrim]

I should. We have fought together for many years, friend Fandral.

1/2

[lunging]

[lunging]

Hogun?

[ladygrim]

Aye. 'Tis still me, despite the change in form.

[ Whatchya gonna do about it? ]

[lunging]

[Tap that ass?]

Still just as grim, I see, though far more beautiful.

[ladygrim]

[ Watch your step, mister. ]

Make no mistake. I can still best you before Volstagg finishes his first tankard of ale.

[ aka keep your hands to yourself. ]

[lunging]

[Oh no. This is no good.]

Are you calling yourself the greatest of the Warriors Three?

[FISTICUFFS, IS IT?]

[ladygrim]

[ That question doesn't even warrant an answer. ]