2Lyla, her steps calm and steady, walked through the streets of the neighborhood. Casually looking down alleyways, unused streets, and the once and awhile dark corridor. Her search brought her to a run-down shack, wooden rubble lay wasted about near its doors, obviously torn down. But by who? She thought. Curiously, she walked towards the torn down wooden rubble, and without an ounce of disgust, kneeled to get a better look, clothes being dirtied in the process.
The rubble, while not bearing any evidence of human-caused damage, there was still evidence of forced entry. Getting up off the dirty ground, she walked up the stairs, and with little delay, pushed open the old wooden doors that were once barricaded and paused.
Eyes turned towards her, faces were filled with unexpected surprise, and the smell of unwashed human flesh mixed with the smell of spoiled garbage assaulted her senses. With a guffaw, she quickly put her hand over her nose, not out of disgust mind you, but out of shock.
Before her lay, 10's, no, dozens of homeless nobodies, their clothes were torn and haphazardly fixed together, obviously with scrapped together money, clearly meant to purchase a tailor. With a sigh-like chuckle, and a huff filled with accomplishment, she finally entered the building proper, no longer standing at the entrance like a beggar.
With a casual ease, she did not know she possessed, she strutted passed money grubbing beggars, and made her way to the center of the room, but before she got to her destination, she was intercepted by alpha looking males. Thier ragged clothes, along with poisonous breath, to which those with a clear sense of hygiene would find horrendous, stood before her.
"Where do you think you are going? This place is reserved for those that have nothing out in the real world" the man on the right said, looking her up and down in the processes. Clearly looking at her rich like clothes. She could laugh, these rich clothes that he sees are nothing more than half baked illusions, their only purpose is to be used on missions, or whatever, such as this. They were meant to help her blend into society. "I do not think your kind belongs here, no?" he continued, his arms crossed, almost unconsciously.
Looking at the man that spoke, she found herself impressed, no, that is not the right word. With an air of superiority, she turned her back on the males before her, and casually put her finger underneath her chin, in a sort of thinking motion.
Ahh, pity, that was the right word. With a humph of accomplishment, she turned around to face the males once again. With a slight brush of her hair, she spoke, words just loud enough to be heard throughout the room. "My Master-Son has ordered me to find suitable subjects for the beginnings of his great plans, and lucky enough for you, you have been selected." bowing, a gracious bow, she awed the homeless spectators with her masterful performance, and greeted them with a smile.
She quickly found out, however, that multiple of her future Master-Sons subjects were leaving, headed towards the door. With a quick spin, and a throw of her arm, her newly found magic activated, and with a small flick of her wrist the doors closed, sealing the homeless beggars inside. "Ah ahh ahhh" she hummed, wagging her finger at them, clearly not wanting them to leave just yet.
At the use of her magic the homeless people's jaws fell open in surprise. The supposedly Alpha males, who were still recovering from their earlier Suprise from her earlier blatant superiority, found themselves on their knees, once again, in not just Suprise but also amazement.
Stifling a quite chuckle, she got to work. Putting her hands in a sort of prayer motion, she spread her magic throughout the room, and one by one it connected with the souls of the homeless. With a force of will, she broke down their natural soul protections, and did what her master-son did to her and his father, but just weaker.
Thier souls submitted to her will one by one, and just about when she was to finish, she felt resistance. It was small, but noticeable. With a calculating eye, she found the interloper, a small little magical tether attached to one of the homeless. With a ruthlessness that was surely to be felt by the other magic caster, she destroyed the magic link using her newfound magic, not caring to whom it belonged to, because these homeless people now belonged to her and her Master-Son, and them alone.
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Thor liked the quiet. That may surprise some, as he, a god, was usually of a loud sort. But it was true. The quiet soothed his anger, his embarrassment, his shame. While not completely ashamed of his actions in Asgard, he could say that he regretted the way it was accomplished. The way that it ended, that is. The memories of his father ruthlessly banishing him come to mind.
He found it funny in a way. His arrogance caused his banishment, but his father banished him because of his own arrogance. Now that may surprise a few, but it was clear to even his eyes. His father, his arrogance knowing no bounds, thought he, Thor, did not have the right to rule. Banishing him Infront of the Asgard council, Infront of his mother, and heavens above, even Infront of Loki.
Tch. What a disgrace that was, the smug look on Loki's face as their father sentenced him to banishment, it was a revelation that was for sure.
For when he fell to Midgard and found out Miljnor did not respond to his calls, he saw what his father meant to banish him. He did not want him making the same mistakes as him. Not wanting his favorite son, that Thor was, to fall for the same downfalls that befell him.
The downfalls of arrogance and a surplus of pride.
He found himself surprisingly grateful that he was now considered mortal. For now, he can do things that were considered taboo back in Asgard and release him from the high expectations that come from being a royal that were now no longer required of him here on Midgard.
That expectation however drowned quit quickly, once this bull of a man found him. Inviting him into this sort of weird group like initiative. He did not know why, for he no longer had the honor of wielding miljnor. How could he possibly join a group that was obviously meant to be of an offensive type? How could he possibly be of use?