[Sixth] Action

[midgardserpent]

Outside 839 Hastings

[Jormungandr doesn't usually check the mail, he doesn't really care. But today there's a package. And it's addressed to him. He picks it up and turns it over in his hands. It doesn't look particularly strange, nor does it weigh very much.

Jormungandr finds himself curious.

So he opens it. It's empty.

But suddenly he feels a whole lot stronger than he did before he opened the package.

He blinks, staring down at his hands.

When he heads back inside he accidentally pulls the door right out of the frame.

...

Oops.]

Around Town

[And now he'll be walking around town late afternoon/evening as he tests his regained strength on various things. Like trees in the park. Or cars parked on the street. He's not trying to show off, really. In fact he's trying not to draw attention to himself. But when you're pulling small trees right out of the ground, roots and all, you're bound to draw at least a little attention to yourself.]

((OOC: So yeah Jormungandr, who is naturally a HUGE ASS SEA MONSTER has regained a small amount of his natural strength. Put that into a human body and you basically get super strength. He's still getting used to it though, so he may be breaking stuff for a couple of days. But hey, he's already way tall. Now he's way strong, too. Best not mess with this guy.))

Comments

Around Town

[imjustpicky]

[It's after school and the entire afternoon lies before him, so Picky doesn't want to be home. He wants to explore Mayfield some more!

...he's not as sure that he wants to explore Mayfield too much more after he finds some guy uprooting trees. Okay. One tree. But that is plenty impressive.]

Woah!

[midgardserpent]

[It's just a small tree! But yeah okay uprooting any tree that isn't a sapling is pretty impressive, sure.

Jormungandr turns at the noise to see who spoke.

...small human child.

He puts the tree back down and... tries to pretend it's no big deal.]

[imjustpicky]

[Even with the tree put back, Picky is still staring.

...the guy seems to have been caught at it? Or embarrassed?

Picky edges closer.]

Won't... won't you get in trouble for picking up trees?

[midgardserpent]

[He's considered it, which is why he's tried to not be too obvious about it. But hey. He's picking up trees. He can't really hide that.

So he shrugs.]

[imjustpicky]

[Shrugging? He's not afraid of getting in trouble?

...well, if Picky could lift trees, maybe he'd be less afraid of getting in trouble...]

It's not very nice to the tree, either.

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr isn't afraid of anything, small human. No, really.

At the tree comment he raises an eyebrow and looks at the tree which is now leaning oddly where he put it back down in its hole. He straightens it. It looks better now.]

[imjustpicky]

...yeah. That looks better.

[Yup. That's all settled.

Picky walks the rest of the way over to the guy.]

Uh... I'm Finch. Who're you?

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr nods.]

Jormungandr.

[He doesn't say anything else. He doesn't really like talking. At all.]

[imjustpicky]

[...he's not too sure that he can pronounce that. Wow.]

Uh... Okay. Jor...mun...gander?

[He shrinks back slightly, not wanting to have gotten him mad for getting it wrong.]

Do you... usually lift trees?

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr doesn't really care. Took him a while to learn to pronounce it, too. Stupid human mouths.

He looks at the tree, then back to Picky. He shrugs and shakes his head a little. Not really.]

[imjustpicky]

Oh. Okay.

[Well... this guy didn't seem to have a lot to say, and didn't seem terribly friendly. It was usually good not to poke guys like this. Picky looked all around, looked at his watch for good measure, and then started to walk away.]

Uh, well... I've gotta go!

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr watches him edge away for a moment then shrugs and turns and walks away. He's done here.]

[richtighammer.livejournal.com]

[Thor's on his way home from the construction site, pleasantly sore after a hard day's work and actually sort of looking forward to making it home - while the strange woman now inhabiting his house doesn't make casseroles like the drone woman did, it'll still be good to kick back with the last of the leftover mead, maybe turn on the strange talking box for a few minutes...

He doesn't see Jormungandr, lost as he is in thoughts of 1950s radio dramas and casserole. This is probably for the best - seeing his archnemesis ripping trees out of the ground probably would not sit terribly well with him.]

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr sees Thor, though.

And for the first time, a small smile creeps onto his face.

Yes.

He walks over to intercept Thor.]

[richtighammer.livejournal.com]

[Thor is startled out of his reverie by the appearance of Jormungandr - how he missed him, looming sulkily about like he always does, he isn't sure, but he covers up his surprise with some surly posturing.]

Ho, Serpent!

[He stops in front of him, his stance impatient - he's in no mood to be waylaid on his path home. That smile gives him pause, though - he's never seen an expression like that on Jormungandr's face before.]

...Just swallowed a fat rat, Serpent? Or have you learned the meaning of a jest today?

[midgardserpent]

[Thor's stupid taunts don't even bother Jormungandr.

Not today.

Still grinning that strange eerie grin that somehow doesn't seem right on his face, Jormungandr pulls his fist back and punches Thor in the face.

This was, of course, how Jormungandr first greeted Thor upon meeting him here. But this time, this time, Jormungandr has greater than human strength on his side.]

[richtighammer.livejournal.com]

[Thor doesn't even see it coming.

It's a repeat of their first meeting, yes - but Thor's regained none of his strength, and the hit takes him straight in the nose. He hears it break almost before he's registered what happened - and then he staggers back, too blinded by pain and shock to counterattack.

He lets out an enrages bellow and tastes blood - he's taken heavy wounds before, but somehow this pain is nearer, more real, and accompanied with a hefty dose of surprise that it happened at all.]

By what sorcery--?

[His voice is muffled from the broken nose, but somehow it doesn't diminish the anger in his face.]

[midgardserpent]

[For the first time Jormungandr wants to laugh. He doesn't, but only because it's not a sound he's really familiar with making. He will just keep grinning, though, a cocky grin that may or may not be reminiscent of his father's.]

[richtighammer.livejournal.com]

[Somehow, despite the blinding headache and blood now dripping down his front, Thor manages to rally himself enough to throw a punch. It is a wild blow, driven by pain and rage, and even Thor doesn't expect Jormungandr to take much damage by it.

He just hopes it hurts.]

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr actually catches the punch in one hand, stopping Thor. It's really rather amusing, he could probably crush Thor's hand right now, if he wanted to. It would be so easy. It would be so easy just to kill him.

...but ultimately, that victory would be hollow, meaningless. The only death that matters is the final one, and this is not Ragnarok.

So Jormungandr will just stand there, holding Thor's fist in his, and squeeze just a little, just to show Thor what he could do, but won't.]

[richtighammer.livejournal.com]

[Thor understands the message. His eyes widen briefly - in shock and maybe, a little, in fear.

But he covers the expression quickly, his face dropping into a deep scowl. He will never concede defeat to Jormungandr. Not if it means his life, whether here or in a place where death actually means something. He jerks back, hoping to pull his fist from Jormungandr's grip.]

...This is a cruel joke of Mayfield's-- as if you were not insufferable before.

[They are bold words, but they conceal a real and growing worry - he has no weapon here.]

[midgardserpent]

[Thor's fist is going nowhere, because Jormungandr doesn't feel like letting go yet. He isn't smiling anymore, but he's still got a dangerous look on his face. He hasn't completely decided what to do yet.

He could beat Thor within an inch of his life and then leave him alive. Or leave him to die of blood loss. That would be interesting.

Or maybe he could just not injure him any more and let him go. That would be interesting, too.

Both would probably infuriate Thor to no end. And really, that would be the most interesting.

He can't quite decide.]

[richtighammer.livejournal.com]

Damn you, I will not be toyed with!

[They're bold words, but Thor's struggling remains worthless. With a strangled yell he lashes out, striking with his opposite hand, attempting to plant a kick on Jormungandr's leg or torso, somewhere that will drive him back. At this point it matters little to him if he pulls his own arm off, so long as Jormungandr lets him go.]

[midgardserpent]

[He could dodge or duck back or punch Thor again, but instead, with the hand that's holding Thor's fist he pushes Thor back, just as Thor swings his punch and his kick at him.]

[richtighammer.livejournal.com]

[Thor has known nothing like this for centuries. Not since he dropped to one knee under the weight of Old Age in Utgard, not since he was a child and there were still giants in the worlds who could hold him down. It has been so long since anything moved Thor when he did not wish to be moved that he is stunned into brief, shocked silence.

When he speaks it is with contained fury that would make any other being in the realms tremble. It is only greater because he knows that Jormungandr will not.]

Release me. Fight me like a man!

[He cares little if he dies - all that matter is that he not die like this.]

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr tilts his head, amused at Thor's rage, and just steps back, his hands clasped behind his back.]

[richtighammer.livejournal.com]

[Thor steps back, opening and closing the fingers of his stinging hand. His nose is still bleeding freely, and dizziness is setting in - it needs to be set and soon, or he'll simply faint in the street and be entirely at Jormungandr's mercy.

The moment Thor knows he is defeated is clear in the way his shoulders drop. The disgust and anger in his face are clear even through two black eyes.]

You are low. You are a worm, and the son of a worm - you are a coward and a liar, a serpent in a man's skin! When I have my hammer again, I swear--!

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr rolls his eyes. Really, those were some of the worst insults he'd ever heard, even from Thor. And it wasn't like he wanted to be in human form, and how could someone lie if they didn't speak? But then, Thor was not known for his intelligence, far from it. Jormungandr raises an eyebrow and shrugs.

He can't help what he is, and insulting him for it is stupid.]

[richtighammer.livejournal.com]

I will not forget this.

[Thor glares for a long moment, and then with a low growl turns on his heel and leaves, showing Jormungandr his back. He wipes at his bleeding nose with the back of one hand as he goes, accomplishing absolutely nothing.

Damn the serpent. Thor almost hopes he'll try to kill him while his back is turned. Even a meaningless Mayfield-death would be better than this humiliation.]

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr watches him go, a very faint smirk playing at his mouth. He turns and walks away.

That was definitely interesting.]

[meat-gum-and-me.livejournal.com]

From upstairs in her bedroom, Chie hears a loud noise. Did someone just break in?! She lets out a little yelp before jumping to her feet to investigate. She tiptoes down the stairs, ready to give any trespasser a good kick in the face. Seeing that it's just her not!dad, she breathes a sigh of relief.

Good, it's just you. You live here too, right? Uh, one question. [She glances at the amputated door.]

...Whaddya do that for?

[midgardserpent]

[He stares at the door in his hands in surprise.

...it was an accident.]

[meat-gum-and-me.livejournal.com]

[She looks back and forth between him and the door. Apparently he didn't know his own strength. Hmph. That doesn't mean you can just rip doors off though!]

Well....aren't you gonna put it back? We can't exactly live without a front door...

[midgardserpent]

[He looks between her, the door in his hand, and the door frame.

He shrugs. Won't it just reappear normally tomorrow morning? That's what everything else that breaks does. That's what the people do.]

[meat-gum-and-me.livejournal.com]

[She starts to feel a little uneasy because of his silence. Can this guy not talk or something?

Come to think of it, this was the first time she'd really said anything to her supposed guardian in this place. Should she introduce herself somehow...?]

Er, you know I'm Chie, right? I know we live together and all, but I don't think we've actually talked or anything so...[Her voice trails off. Jeez, this guy looks intimidating.]

[midgardserpent]

[He looks back at her and stares at her for a moment, then nods.]

Jormungandr.

[He steps inside and turns to set the door back on its frame. It stays, but it's pretty obvious it'll fall over if you push it. He doesn't really care, though. He's almost completely sure it'll be fine tomorrow morning. No sense in wasting time fixing something if it'll just fix itself.]

[meat-gum-and-me.livejournal.com]

[She watches him do this for just a second before telling herself to forget it. A door's a door, on its hinges or not.

Now came the hard part. Housemates should be friendly to each other, right?]

So, uh, how're you making out here so far? Pretty weird place, huh?

[midgardserpent]

[He turns to look at her, eyebrow raised, then shrugs. He's been doing fine so far, given the circumstances. He doesn't enjoy it. Not at all.

But this new strength thing seems to be promising.]