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So we are to fight. [Odinson is freshly bathed, his hair tied back in a knot. There's a new light in his eyes at the promise of this. Killing robots is a task well-suited to him. This he can do.]

Being newly-come to this group, I know few of you, and few of you know me. I would know the skills and knowledge of those I will fight alongside. Or die alongside, if this enemy is truly so formidable. [The half-smile that follows indicates he doesn't quite believe that's a possibility.]

Myself, I am Odinson, of Asgardia, God of Thunder. [There's the slightest hesitation there, for anyone who'll notice such a thing. Something unsaid.] I have fought across the nine realms of my universe, and will fight here with hammer or blade or my fists until the enemy is routed or I am slain. If any wish to spar or learn to fight in the days before we are summoned to Oska, you have only to call on me.

Likewise, any tacticians or those with knowledge of Oska or the enemy, share your knowledge. We ought have some plan before we are shipped back. [Is that sarcasm???]

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[Excuse the appraising look Odinson gives you. He's learnt not to judge a book by it's cover, but nevertheless... the cover usually gives an indication of what a book can do.]

With what do you fight?

[It wad a familiar look, at least. Ban couldn't count on a parade crowd's hands how many times he met eyes like that.

As if it were nothing, Ban grinned and lifted up a four-sectioned staff. It looked ornate in how it had a spiraling engraving srt in its sections, but ultimately it looked fairly plain. It was well-made but plain. At the end of the last and first sectioned, the ends were sharpened into spikes.]

Wellllllll, I got my fists... and this guy, here. Does that sound fine~?

[That's a weapon unlike any Odinson has seen before, and he's excited to try himself against it.]

That is well. I have only my fists, but they will suffice for sparring.

No weapon, huh? Won't bother me at all~.

[He used to fist-fight his captain for an on-going tally, so Ban would be remiss if he felt robbed from a fight with weapons. He was a thug that loved fisticuffs, if anything.]

So, Odinson. Only problem issss, we gotta trek for a bit before we can find anywhere quiet to have a scuffle. Is that good with you?

It is good with me. Tell me the location and I will be there.

There's a great big park near the suburbs. It pretty much runs into the woods. Pretty sure nobody'll be there since those cats spend half the day nappin' and groomin' themselves in the sun. It's nice and shady, there.

Norns forbid we disturb those sunbathing cats.

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Weelllll, I struck a deal with a few of 'em to fix somethin' up for me. Wouldn't shine a good light on me if I disturbed 'em before it got fixed!

Oh? What use have you found for them?

[They won't fight and they can't make him a hammer. Odinson's found no use for the cats at all.]

That, I don't feel like sayin'--just that it's important enough to me that I feel like bein' polite.

[For once, cats actually had a purpose for Ban other than distracting shop-keeps.]

[Well that's just cryptic.]

May they come through for you, then. In my experience cats are not the most reliable of creatures.

Yup. They're self-serving creatures, aren't they~?

[He made a flighty shrug of his shoulder.]

So, I may have to pay more than what it's worth, unfortunately.

[Odinson snorts, well aware of what it's like to deal with craftsmen who want to charge the moon for something worth a few gold coins.]

If they do not give you an acceptable price, I am willing to go and spar so as to disturb their precious rest. [There's the hint of a smirk on his face.]

[Normally, he would have agreed. Messing with the smiths would have been more fun than getting what he wanted. Normally.

Ban's smile turned just a touch more sedated--almost a bit defeated.]

...Pass. Not this time. Some things are worth more than their price, y'know~?

I do. [Whatever it is, it seems important to him.] I hope, then, that this is worth it.

[He won't press to find out what it is. It's doesn't matter, so long as they get to spar.] I'll see you shortly.

[Ban rarely showed gratitude but there was a moment of pause in which he seemed to look at Odinson with more consideration than he gave most others. That was the best he could manage.] Sure~. Meet up by the lake and waterfall.

[A final nod, and he ends the feed.]

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