VIDEO; UN:ODINSON

[deemed]

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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[deemed]

[Hm.] There is a time when warriors boast of their strength to each other, but this is not that time.

Now is the time to face plainly what skills one does or does not have. If you are strong, then do not hide it. Use your strength in defence of Oska. But there are roles in the fight for those who have other skills as well, and there is no shame in that.

[He's seen stranger things than girls who look like Maya turning out to be strong enough to benchpress buses, so who knows. She could surprise him.]

[feytality]

[too bad Maya's noodle arms can't benchpress buses. She's gonna give up with her shenanigans, though, and be a little more serious]

....

W-Well, I might have been exaggerating a little.... or a lot. I can't actually fight.

[or do anything that's useful (in her opinion), anyway] B-But I'll be cheering you guys on!

[deemed]

[He doesn't look any more grim or disappointed when Maya admits it, he just nods.]

There will be those in the infirmary who need help, as well as others. It will be good to have your support.

[feytality]

[Thanks for not judging her for clowning around on your serious post, Odinson]

I'll help out in any way I can!

[she's sincere about that, at least]

So, what's the whole "God of Thunder" deal? Can you shoot lightning with your biceps or something...?

[deemed]

[If he thought she was lying maliciously, he'd be harsher. As it is, he thinks she's harmless.]

I can call down storms and lightning, yes.

[feytality]

[She is pretty harmless, like a yappy puppy]

Like.... whenever you want? How does that work? Whenever you wanna make a cool entrance, you just snap your fingers and-- Bam, thunder?

[Now she's becoming excitable again]

[deemed]

[He would do it now, but there's been little thunder around Oska since the fight.]

It would be a poor thing if I were a god of something and could not control it. [There's a touch of irony in his voice.]

[feytality]

That's so cool! I wish I could shoot lightning. I'd be all like, zap, zap, boom! Every time I wanted to make an entrance.

[deemed]

[He sighs.] Then it is good you do not.

[feytality]

C'mon, you can't tell me you've never used lightning or thunder to look cool.

[deemed]

[She's right, but he's too grumpy to admit it.]

That is not what I'll use it for in the upcoming fight, which is what matters.

[feytality]

Sooo, you've totally done it, then.

[gotcha]

And you're telling me you're totally not going to show off, not even a little bit?

[deemed]

[flatly] I have seen men killed and maimed in battle as they tried to impress the enemy with their prowess.

[feytality]

Thaaaaat doesn't sound like a no, though.

[deemed]

No.

[Robots don't care how you fight.]

[feytality]

I guess I'll just have to see for myself, then.

[deemed]

[He makes a low, non-committal noise in the back of his thread.]

Be safe. [And with that he cuts the feed.]