Verse Six, Backdated to 4/26, [Video/Action]

[stopmjolnirtime]

[He has had to shift his usual schedule and means after his brother did see fit to move all the books from the Library to the school- taking up a post in the courtyard just out front to ensure that no Owl nor fox nor creature of magic saw fit to attempt to return those books to the Library. Tis a strange post to take, a strange stance in and of itself but this is something his brother chose to believe in. Something he chose to do that resulted in no bloodshed and it would be remiss of him not to support that in some way.

Besides. He had not cared much to find foxes in his home attempting to retrieve the texts on astrophysics any more than anyone else that suffered their attentions.

In stead of his usual walk around the village he kept his vigil in front, smiling kindly to those that would pass for education or to make use of the relocated library. As is his custom he lifts his hand to the air at least once in the morning and once in the afternoon, willing his hammer to him.

As of yet, there has been no effect.

He has become so accustomed to not feeling the resonance that answers his call that when he chooses to reach for it this morn, he is in the midst of speaking to the network.]

Good Morrow, citizens of Luceti!

I know well that all are aware of the current conflict regarding the contents of the Library. I would ask for those who would aid me in my vigil to stand with me. To aid me in guarding against those that would hoard books and prevent their free and fair distribution and enjoyment.

[There's...something in the air that he feels. Familiar but distant. For a moment he frowns, eyes going to the middle distance, hand yet outstretched. He blinks, the sensation passes, and he continues.]

As I am limited in where I might wander I have taken to reviewing basic techniques taught to me by the Einharjar and would be more than pleased to-

[That familiar sensation is back- and stronger than before. There's a rush of wind, a crack of thunder in an otherwise cloudless sky- and Mjolnir whistles through the air to land in Thor's waiting palm. So great the force of it's return and so ill prepared is he that though he does grasp the familiar grip of his hammer readily the momentum forces his hand, striking himself a glancing blow across the temple ere he slows the force. Tis but a bruise.

He is, for a moment, stunned.

Then he beams brightly into the journals.]

Mjolnir has returned to me! I require mead to celebrate!

[With that he sets the journal aside, closing it. And very, very carefully finding somewhere to sit and massage the bruise to his skull the impact caused.]

Comments

[video]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki is still a sad little pile on the couch with a cool cloth on his brow, but he notices this. And it makes him laugh. Very, very quietly.]

Oooh, I think I heard the crack of your skull from all the way over here.

[video]

[stopmjolnirtime]

[He is careful to keep his voice low.]

I thought perhaps it best our head would match. Misery loves company, does it not?

[video]

[complicatedliar]

Mmm. If next our heads should match, shall you dye your hair and fill your skull with brains?

[video]

[stopmjolnirtime]

Dye and curl, I should expect, and make better use of the brains that I have.

Re: [video]

[complicatedliar]

You'll look fabulous.

Oh brother. Now you're getting fancy.

action;

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Okay, he was a curios captain sometimes, and he was curious about this. Loki had clearly tasked the other to guard the books against the owl or anything else that would try and get them. Frankly, it was just a giant owl, no matter what it said, so he thought they should recruit Katniss, buuuuut not his prank. Even if he was enjoying the benefits. Kirk was very firmly against tyranny of any sort.

So he rolled out of bed, tugged on his action pants, and headed out, but not after hearing that little statement. All right, call him more curious.

Sadly, when he arrived, he was devoid of mead. ]</sub>

I thought guards shouldn't be drinking on duty.

Re: action;

[stopmjolnirtime]

Good Captain- [Thor winces and waves from where he sits, hammer leaning against his boot.] I had need of something to say so I would not collapse for my own foolishness before the entire villiage.

Re: action;

[universal_charm]

Saving face, huh? All right, I'll let it pass this time.

_{[ He walked up to him, looking down at the hammer and then back at him. ]}

So, you going to tell me why you're so happy over a hammer?

action;

[stopmjolnirtime]

Tis no mere hammer, James. Tis Mjolnir, forged of uru in the heart of a dying star! It is an extention of my will, my most valued weapon in battle, a sign of my divine power.

[relictusdeus]

[Before long, a young though battle-seasoned warrior steps out of the school with a sack of several books slung over his shoulder and the quiet, confident smirk of a man returning from a fruitful hunt. He could have easily left as swiftly as he came via teleportation - but he looks to each of the guards and then to Thor instead, nodding in greeting as he slows his pace. With a grimoire different from those kept at his home now happily in his possession, there remains the small matter of dropping off a few gifts.]

[stopmjolnirtime]

Have you come to return something borrowed, or to return something that had been stolen to satisfy the owl?

[relictusdeus]

Surely we are not keeping them all to ourselves...

[For a man in favour of letting the owl have access to at least a few books, he's very calm and composed, no hint of combativeness edging his voice. He imitates Trevor's voice as best he can.] He and his sympathizers should at least be permitted this much. Their library is a sad one, stripped of materials as it is.

[Digging into his sack, he draws out a stack of books, his smile deepening with expectation.] ...I do believe even your brother would be inclined to approve.

[stopmjolnirtime]

I have been told they were left a single book when the Library was emptied...

[He looks at the stack as offered- something done out of kindness rather than to spite his brother or those that would see the books traded freely. He is uncertain what these books are, exactly, but they do not seem like anything vital to the rest of the collection.]

So long as they are not something you would mind lost to the Owl's intentions, I shall not stop you.

[Action]

[spohkh]

[Spock had wondered what happened to the library, because he had been hearing an awful lot about it.
Deciding to investigate, the Vulcan makes his way over to the building, only to stop when he sees Thor rubbing his head.]

Greetings, are you in need of medical attention?

[Action]

[stopmjolnirtime]

Mm? Ah, no good sir. I only need a moment's rest.

[He grins despite the bruising, too pleased by having Mjolnir back to truly be upset at the injury. Were he a more aware warrior it would not have happened in the first place.]

I do thank you for your kindness.

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[spohkh]

[Spock quirks an eyebrow, not sure if he believes Thor or not, but decides to let it go.]

Very well, though may I inquire as to what happened? I hope it was not someone in the enclosure who did that to you.

[Action]

[stopmjolnirtime]

None have caused me injury, I assure you. Tis naught but foolishness on my own part. I called for Mjolnir and found myself ill prepared to catch when it did come to my hand. My arm slipped and-

[He motions to the bruise.]

I am reminded to be more aware of my surroundings.

[voice] oh god what have you done

[selfhelp]

[Norse Nerd incoming. He's still kinda wasted after Loki took most of his magic, but that can't kill his excitement.]

Oh my god, it's back!? It's back! That's amazing!

Voice

[stopmjolnirtime]

Aye, Mjolnir has arrived at last.

[His voice is less of a booming rumble than usual. Could he even be...using an inside voice? THe horror.]

[selfhelp]

[Squirm. SQUIRM.]

...Can I see it?

[stopmjolnirtime]

Aye, there is no reason why you might not.

[video]

[searches_forhim]

Jane was watching as she got her apartment sorted and decorated the way she wanted. She was listening more than watching, until she heard the crack of something hard hitting another something hard. She sprinted over to the table where she'd left her journal.

"Thor? Are you okay?"

[video]

[stopmjolnirtime]

"Aye, Jane, I am well. Tis only my pride that is bruised." And his temple, but that he tries to hide by brushing his hair over it. It shall heal soon enough.

[action/video]

[searches_forhim]

She was putting her shoes on before he'd had a chance to answer.

"I'll be there in five minutes." It wasn't that she didn't believe him - she knew that it took a lot to hurt him, more than his own hammer. She wanted to share in his joy at its return, and to see for herself that it was just a bruise. And if she were truthful with herself and him, she'd been hoping for an excuse to see him again.

She shut off her journal, tucked it into her bag, and took off at a jog toward the school. Halfway there she paused for a moment to catch her breath, then pulled her journal back out. She had an idea.

"Thor? You mentioned something about mead. Want me to pick some up?"

[video]

[stopmjolnirtime]

"I will welcome your company, my Lady, but there is no need to rush! I shall be here all day." As he has been since the books were moved to the school- but it matters little. Once Jane has taken it upon herself to see something done, she does it.

Tis a most admirable and endearing quality for anyone, doubly so in this Lady.

"Truly? Nay. Celebration is best done when my vigil has ended- but I would not mind, perhaps, an iced coffee from the cafe? The day is hot and I would find it a sweet accompaniment to your visit ere you have the time."