even still, he'd be too much to assist the police.

[god_of_thunder]

My Lady Mun,

I would find a more suitable pass time than the –– nine to five. As you say. Go now, there is chaos and amok within the raid on level four. I have an aching to stretch my muscles; bones need breaking and mending.

Go.

Thor.

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[gimme_that_drink_now]

Complaining about a routine? The nine to five sounds rather simple to myself.

[god_of_thunder]

Aye! Brother, the nine to five has been my hours of business on the world I've resigned in.. for the last seven years. There is little myself can do there, thus I rely on my profession to keep me occupied.

But there is a disturbance on a lower level of the city I live in, thus I implore my mun to send me forth to avail whom I might .. alas, she thinks I am too long idle I would forget my own strength when up against mere mortals.

So I would not go as the God of Thunder, but as the physician, the trade in which I practice––

nine to five.

[gimme_that_drink_now]

It makes me pity you to see you have lowered yourself to working such hours. You've settled into a Midgardian profession but what have they done to deserve your time?

I find little joy in such things. A routine does not serve me well.

[Mun knows he lies he does what she says]

But whatever helps you pass the time

But you should not hide the God of thunder from them. Surely that would stop their disturbance for a long time. Or do you still not like to operate through fear?

[retrieverchef]

My mun would like me to add that she agrees with you. And, frankly, it'd be good to have some reliable doctors on the lower levels.

[lord_of_misrule]

Chaos and amok? Sounds like something I should go and see for myself.

[god_of_thunder]

Lowered myself? [ He huffs and finds a hand to his hip. ] I do not have need to show them the God of Thunder for this is a conflict that is not between myself personally and mortal.

Though I simply will not deny that I would avail those that need medical attention and should someone foolishly come to me in such an offensive manner I will break their arms and refuse to mend it. [ Shrug..... ] That is what I've decided..

Now, what have you say of that?

[god_of_thunder]

My main office is on the sixth level, and thus that was the initial issue in what my reasoning would be to be involved with the raid––

It seems to me my mun has worked out the reasonings and I am not to participate but to merely standby and assist. If need be.

Will you be there?

[god_of_thunder]

Nay, brother... nay.

You should precisely stay at bay for the temptation is but cruel ace in your hand of fate... I fret.

[retrieverchef]

Probably not at the raid, but in the near vicinity. Considering I have no where else to be yet. Unless she decides to stop waiting around for help and let me go back to that Damn hospital and make sure my team haven't gotten themselves in trouble.

[lord_of_misrule]

Fret if you must, but stay home to do it.

I must tend to the fun which may be had, despite you. [Thor knows all to well what this grin on his face means.]

[god_of_thunder]

Ah. That was another one my mun was considering in throwing me in, but she could not find the reasoning for my being there and thus did not.

However I will offer my services to you or any of your team that might need a doctor to mend your wounds. I care little for the way you received them–– just to note. It is simply my job now to .. mend them.

[ And thus the God of Thunder is reduced to this.. advertising on Craig's list for patients. ]

[god_of_thunder]

Hm.


... Send them my way, I have need to use my skills in this trade for there are too many things I need spend the money on.

[lord_of_misrule]

What ... is this?

Thor, be-still my heart. You care not for the humans who are not from your precious Midgard? Brother. Such talk will surely be a seductive note to my ears, for the temptation you would push me toward.

My, my.

[retrieverchef]

The problem is that I don't even know if they're there. And I have no way to get to L6 right now.

[god_of_thunder]

..... [ His brows draw together and then he shakes his head. ]

It's different. We're not simply there of our own accord, and if we need purpose than may it be of familiar taste to our bodies.

I will mend what you break. Loki.

[god_of_thunder]

I'll grant you a pass to see me, for my office is there.

Simple.

[retrieverchef]

I appreciate that.

[god_of_thunder]

It is no problem. Merely contact me, in the game, and I will send you a pass to access the level in means to come to my office.

There should be no problem after that.

[lord_of_misrule]

Then I shall attempt to break them most profoundly for you. Thor.

[retrieverchef]

With that damned neural implant, I assume?

[god_of_thunder]

I'm not favorable of it, no. I will email you the transcripts that will let you pass, just show the guards at the door-– so to say.

[god_of_thunder]

[ Snort. ] It is your way.

[retrieverchef]

I have no problems with normal email. I'll try to figure out this new version before I need your office.

[gimme_that_drink_now]

Then I shall grant you absence in this battle. But break their arms you say?
I can proudly call you my brother for this decision. It shows you have seized to be a push over

[god_of_thunder]

I was never a push over, it is simply the truth that this world has called upon me with such demand that they forget that I am a God. If I need break a few arms to remind them, then it must be done.