Thor walks through the busy square, his appearance obviously setting him apart
humans, not to mention the wide berth most give to him because of his size and
because of plain old awe. His reasons for being there aren't overly discernable
doesn't really look to be heading to a particular building, but merely seen to be
the people, the gaze of his deep blue eyes passing over as many people that he
passes as possible.
Succor is hovering about 50 feet above the nightclubs. Quite visible since her
blazing engine fire
calls a little attention to herself. That makes some look up and shake their hand
at her, uttering
cusses that would make their Mothers smack them up side the head. Succor is up
challenge of course. "You sure you kiss your mom with that mouth?' she shouts
down at one that
is particularly nasty with his mouth. The man mouths off some more and Succor
just ignores him
after that. He's not worth her time. Least til he tries something.
Thor is stirred from his partial reverie by the goings on of some human shaped
metallic being in
the air and a group of rowdy people below. He sees no reason to get upset at the
conversation, per se, but it can't hurt just to see what is going on. He
approaches before allowing
his own unique voice to boom out. "Verily, thou are unique among these people,
machine. The Mighty God of Thunder would know who thou are?"
Succor turns her head toward Thor and stares for about a full 10 seconds before
(DAMMNnnnnnnnn) she muses. (Mom told me about built like a brick ****house but
the cake.) She lowered down somewhat as the man comes closer. "My name is Succor.
Warrior. Now me doing my thing on my own. Keeping an eye out for trouble and
stopping it before it starts." she replies in a similar shout. "Just a FYI, I'm
not a machine ... but a
human inside one. Sorta like Iron Man in a fashion.. just not powerful like him."
she notes. You
almost sense the sadness there, like her prize machine she built herself from
scratch was nothing
compared to the better powered suit of Iron Man.
Thor smiles a bit in understanding as the obvious is explained to be something
be a protector of Midgard's people, anon?"
Succor takes a pause as she eyes someone staggering down the sidewalk not some 10
away. "Could say that, pardon me." she blithely flies up to the man and snatches
his keys. "Uh uh
uh... none of that now." she chides the man. He beats on her legs, which is all
he can reach as she
hovers up somewhat. "Call a cab, then you get your keys when it comes." she tells
Thor falls quiet as the man in the machine momentarily leaves. Thor takes the
watch and think up his next question. "Why doth thou hide behind a mask?"
Succor idly jingles the drunk man's keys like a tease. "Why don't you sir?" she
asks back. Surely you don't wish to know WHY.. that's just silly to her. The drunk man grunts and
calls himself a cab and waits for it to arrive. Staring at the metal menace. "There.. now don't
you feel better for calling a cab?" she asks sweetly. She jingles his keys again just above his head.
"To hide my true identity blondie.. wha' else?" she states. "Can't exactly announce to the world
who I am under this get up now can I?" she pauses. "What is your name.. I didn't catch it... God
of Thunder isn't that helpful."
Thor looks offended that Succor does not know who he is. "I am Thor, mighty
warrior-born son of Odin, the all father, denizen of Asgard and supreme God of Thunder."
Succor catches the look that crosses his face, oops... well guess she was a
little too busy in school and doing her own thing to keep up with the local hero structure. Really
should of studied it while she was with the Warriors. Ah well. "Nice to meet you Thor. Sorry if I
didn't know before." she offers. She jingles the keys at the man again, "So which one is it
hot shot? The red Porsche maybe?" she asks the drunk guy. "What is it with you men and your red
sports cars I dunno..."
Thor watches the continued interplay and eyes Succor curiously. "Why dost thou
belittle the mortal? Dost thou think thee better than he?"
Succor's little playmate doesn't want to answer, though his Cab arrives. "Your
ride is here." she announces. She waits for him to get into the cab, she sets down and gives the
keys to the driver.
"Make sure he doesn't come back here to get his car ok." The cabbie nods and
drives off she turns to Thor. "I was just playing a bit with him, no harm done. Face facts Thor,
I am better than a drunk ... He could of killed someone if he was allowed to drive on his own."
she states. "H e probably won't remember a word I said anyway once he
wakes up from his hangover."
Thor says "'Tis still nay a reason to fling insults. Thou wouldst nay feel the
same way were the mighty Thor to tease thee with thine own faults and shortcomings."
Succor chuckles softly, "Have I faults? Sure. Shortcomings? Yep. So I know I have
em and pointing them out would be an exercise of futility. I wasn't really insulting the
man anyhow." she points out. She hovers upward to about 20 feet to resume her scan of the area.
"Sides, even gods have faults."
Thor chuckles. "Thou switch subjects unto me when I nay didst a thing. Verily, a
sure sign of insecurity." Removing the battle hammer resting in the belt at his waist he
begins to whirl it round before letting it fly from his hand and grabbing onto the leather thong at
the last possible second and being pulled up into the air away from the area. "Thou think 'pon
this: Be thou truly aiding the mortals or be thou only trying to make thyself feel better?"
Succor watches him go flying. "Seems to me you sir have already made up your
mind.. that is your 'fault' Maybe you should think about that." she shouts after him. (Just like
ever other man that I come upon.. goes running cuz they can't take a little womanly standing up
to their ways... ( hmph.) she goes back to her scan, letting him fly off where he will. Surely
they'll run into each other in the future.