Scene #2529: Mjolnir Buddies!

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Sarah Rogers	Sarah knocks on teh door to Inga's cottage. "Hello? is anyone home? We never did get to finish our talk, and I kinda wanted to say I'm sorry too." She made a point this time of landing somelpace where she wouldn't be noticed and walking there like a normal person, She's still dressed in here green 'Crusader' outfit, which looks rather impractal for a world like this, and her shield's impossible to hide, but she doesn't like to just leave it lying around. She's got a pan with a loaf of freshly baked bread in one hand.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga is currently sitting by the hearthfire with spindle and distaff nearby, her hands moving in highly practiced almost mechanical motion as she draws out the wool as the spindle whirls. She's clearly very practiced at this, so much so she doesn't seem to need to watch what she is doing or even pay much attention to it. Her eyes are wide open though, staring into the distance, watching the wyrd and invoking the norns. The knock at the door startles her from her trance though. The spindle hits the floor with a small clatter followed by a soft curse. "Come in!" she calls.
Harry Dresden	Harry... well he's in the corner. It was a long day of tracking down a missing kid who had gone off into the forest and not come back and well... He was home, he was not a changeling and Harry was pooped. Another day in Paradise or a small sliver of it. at least the work hadn't gone away. There may or may not be snoring from the comfy chair he'd infiltrated from Chicago.
Sarah Rogers	Sarah steps inside, bring the scent of warm banana bread with her. "Good afternoon!" She says as she gently closes the door, then makes her way over to the fire and finds a place to sit down. "I'm guessing you had a rude awakening on the station at some point? Blurr refused to let me leave you here with a Confederate." She sighs, "I'm hope everything worked out okay? I brought Banana Bread!" She says with a hopeful smile. She does notice Harry snoring in the corner, but decides to let him wake up in his own time, "Who's your friend?"
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga picks up her spindle, wrapping the yarn around it before tucking it away into her work basket. Inga has a smile ready to greet Sarah, even though she'd been given quite a shock. Still, embarassing that she'd actually /fainted/. Sigh. Inga takes the bannana bread, smile growing. "Ah, thank you! How kind. Yes I was rather suprised to wake up there...but I'm not unaccustomed to such things," she says with a small shrug. Inga grabs her wooden staff from nearby, using it to aid her as she stands. Inga then takes the bread to the kitchen and puts some water over the fire for tea. "Will you take tea? Or ale again?" she asks, mouth quirking in a smirk. Inga looks to Harry then, her eyes softening. "I do not think he'd forgive me if I let him sleep through a visitor," she says, then reaches over to gently poke Harry with her staff. "Harry, wake up. We have a guest," she says.
Harry Dresden	"Whaaahabbaa I'm up I'm up buh." Harry reaches for a blasting wand or shotgun that isn't there as he startles awake, and looks at the room and the house in general and just... uh... takes it all in. Okay, we're cool, we're okay, nothing is here to kill us all that's fine we're at Inga's, everything is safe. Bad dreams? In any case he lets out a sigh and rubs his face. The wizard is out of the usual gear, and is dressed in some sort of fishing shirt with trout an bass all over. It is very loud. "...good... ah, morning?" He glances at a window.
Sarah Rogers	"Tea would be nice, thank you!" Sarah leaves it unsaid that she hopes it will be loose tea or tea shaved from a tea brick steeped in a proper teaball. If Inga produces a Box of Lipton she's going to be disappointed! "Hi there. It's sometime in the afternoon or evening. I'm Sarah. nice to meet you!" She staands up again and walks over to Harry, extending a hand in greeting. "Did you have a nice nap?" She smirks.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga smiles, reaching over to give Harry's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Afternoon," she corrects. "Harry this is Sarah Rogers. She is the one who was with Blurr when he nearly crashed into the cottage," she says, mostly amused at this point rather than annoyed. The mad sort of things that happen...sometimes you just have to laugh them off. "Sarah, this is Harry Dresden," she introduces. Inga is pointedly not looking at Sarah's mjolnir necklace. She doesn't want to talk about that until she has either tea or booze in hand. Maybe both. Inga turns to make tea. It is most certainly loose leaf! No lipton here. Someone had impressed upon her good tea and she's taken it to heart. Now she keeps the dried leaves with all her other herbs. She starts making a nice lightly oxidized high mountain oolong from Taiwan. Not that she even knows where that is.
Harry Dresden	Harry's eyes focus a bit better as he comes out of REM, and he bluhs, and shakes that hand. Even sitting down he's nearly at eye level with Sarah. "Buh, Hi. Harry Dresden. Wizard, detective. All sorts of stuff. Partner to Vikings." Yawwwwwwn. "And thanks, I guess. I shoulda been here but I was taking care of stuff back home for a while. We uh... We sorta split our time between the two places." He grumps and stands up, twoering a bit in the room as he shuffles over to the kitchen to 1: smooch Inga on the head and 2: to go right past her, into the pantry and get out some cookies because you don't have the tea without cookies.
Sarah Rogers	"Nice to meet you Harry. Sarah Rogers. Crusader. ahh.. Avengers Youth Auxiliary?" She looks sheepish, "Okay I made that last part up, but Stark did give me access to the Avengers radio channel?" She peers a little darkly at Harry when he goes to the panty for cookies. She brought Banana Bread for a reason! She follows Inga into the kitchen after a moment, wanting to be helpful "I'm going to make it a point not to travel with Blurr again unless I have to, and even then I want to be the one driving. Can I help you with anything in here?"
Inga Freyjasdottir	"Mmm," Inga says as the top of her head is kissed by the giant wizard. Inga is petite, he has to bend down to do it. "Yes, this is our new place. Harry is from Chicago and has a place there--but I needed somewhere to go when I needed quiet," she explains to Sarah while getting out teacups. This would explain the bits of modernity about the place. Inga opens up the banana bread and slices into it, arranging everything on the table before she pours the tea. "Ah, so you know Tony as well then? He's rather interesting," she comments. "Made donuts at his home in 'Malibu'," she adds, remembering. Thor was there. That makes her think about the hammer. The one that is suppose to be wielded by Thor, or by his sons after Ragnarok...gurk. Inga swallows, then takes a deep breath. Different worlds Inga, different worlds. "No no, you are our guest. Have a seat. Yes, Blurr should...probably not come to this place too often. The people here are not used to such things," she says. "If I may ask...what do you know of Mordred?"
Harry Dresden	Harry smells the banana bread and the attention difts a bit a he glances over at Sarah. "Oh hey, an Avenger. That's Tony's bunch of misfits who save the world." A wry little grin and he sighs. "Kidding, kidding." And then... "Rogers. You're the Cap's kid? Or, something?" The cookies are forgotten though as he looks the young lady over and hmmmms.
Sarah Rogers	"Tony makes donuts too? Huh.. For a guy that lets his Fiancee and his Computer handle most of his adult responsibilities, He's an awfully good cook." Sarah Muses, finding her way back to the hearth and taking a seat. "I don't know much more about Mordred than when I met him here. I keep up with the Union reports on him, He has that big mech and seems to hold himself to a code of honor. But, I get the feeling he's leaving a big part of his story out." She nods to Harry, "Mostly yes, It depends on your point of view really. The Cap in the Union isn't my father, but he does look exactly like him, and acts very much like a younger version of my father." She watches Inga work in the kitchen and fidgets with her necklace a bit, but seems perfectly happy to put that part of the conversation off as long as she can.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga snickers. "No, I made him donuts. He and...Thor. And Toph. Tony watched me like I was making magic," she comments, shaking her head in amusement. Inga pours the tea then takes a seat herself, looking thoughtful. "Mmm, well, most of us do not reveal our entire stories on first meeting," she says with a small smile. "But as Lady Arturia and Sir Bedivere have given him their protection that must be respected," she replies. Inga looks to the necklace once attention is drawn to it, closing her eyes for a moment. When she opens them, her gaze is dark and intense. Unnerving. "So...you wield mjolnir...but are you a god?" she asks. Get that out of the way, shall we?
Harry Dresden	Weild Mjolnir? That gets Harry's attention as he hops up to sit on the edge of the kitchen counter, watching Miss Inga and Miss Rogers chat. "Baking is magic, Inga. You know that as well as I do. That science crap is just crap."
Sarah Rogers	Sarah lets out a heavy sigh and puts her head in her hand for a moment. "I don't know!? I don't feel like a god. Is there a test or something?" She pauses and blushes faintly, "I mean.. other than the fact that I can pick the hammer up and no one else seems to be able to. I'm just trying to live the way Pop taught me too. Fight for what you believe in but always strive for peace, Protect the weak, never give up! All that kind of thing." She grins a little, "I guess Mjolnir likes that sort of thing?" She pauses and sighs again, "One day soon I'm going to have this same conversation with Thor. I suppose this will be good practice."
Inga Freyjasdottir	"Baking is magic if you employ magic while doing it, yes. It is woman's magic--er...it was," she corrects, looking sidelong at Harry. Most magic had been considered a feminine art--despite Allfather Odin being quite proficient. No one would be about to mock Odin--except that one time. That didn't end well. Inga leans forward slightly, reaching to touch Sarah's hand. Contact helps to open her Sight a person's wyrd. Inga lets down her defenses and lets whatever vision is waiting rush in and take over her consciouness for it's duration. The pupils of her eyes widen rapidly, irises swallowed until her eyes are dark pools. Her grip suddely tightens on Sarah's hand. "A difficult battle, heroes straining against the enemy--like gods at war. The son of the man who calls himself Doom, names himself after the inevitability of fate in his hubris. And as in the stories, a hero finds a weapon of legend. The very weapon forged by Sindri and Brokkr, the mightiest of weapons, wielded by the strongest arm....." Inga trails off then, her mouth turning downward into a frown. Her eyes dart back and forth, still watching what she sees... "and those you left behind, they are there still," she adds, voice barely a whisper. Inga's eyes close and she pulls back. Her hands tremble now in the aftereffects as the vision leaves her. She opens her eyes, shaking her head. A few deep breaths, then Inga sips her tea. A little liquid spills from the sides from her trembling hand. "My ideas about gods and humans has...changed some...but I do not think you are a god. More than a human, more than you were. Like many I have met in the multiverse, your wyrd is...it seems to stand out from the pattern some. It shapes the tapestry around itself."
Harry Dresden	Harry... always gets anxious at that. At the Seeing. His own methods of doing so are less savory than Ingas, which always... well. Prophecy is not Harry's wheelhouse, that's for sure. He does pour himself a cup of tea though and listens to the Telling... Frankly, what you and I are now, Inga... might have been looked on as God-like, you know. I... well. You know my thoughts on gods, anyways." Siiiiip. He also feeds on banana bread, which is the best use for brown bananas, by far.
Sarah Rogers	"What little I understood of that sounds right to me?" Sarah says nervously, tilting her head to the side. "I don't know anything about my weird or my tapestry? I'm just trying to do what it looks like I'm supposed to be doing and hope things turn out okay?" Oh wait there's an important question she left out: "What the heck did you just DO!?" She leans back and takes slice of banana bread, followed by a nice long sip of tea.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga looks to Harry, putting a hand on his leg under the table. She's alright. "But we are /not/ gods. Only their Chosen. We do not hear the prayers of out followers. We do no recieve sustenance or strength from sacrifice," she answers, hand tightening slightly on her teacup. This is a prickly subject for Inga. She lets out a sigh, reaching for a slice of banana bread. Food always helps her get back down to earth after she's been looking at the wyrd. "Your wyrd is your fate, though it is not something that cannot be changed in some ways. I see the wyrd and the orlog, which is spun by the Norns who sit by the well Mimir at the base of the World-Tree. I see the past and the future--I let a thread of your fate show itself to me and that is what I saw," she explains. Inga wrinkles her nose then. "You wield mjolnir and yet you do not know these things? Tsk! That will need to be remedied," she says, taking another sip of tea.
Harry Dresden	Harry's eyes crinkle a bit, but he smooches Inga's hair. "I know I know, just teasing. Sorry." A snort and he settles in with more bread. Though he points his tea-cup at Sarah. "She's got a point, you know. If you're going to be Worthy you at least oughta know why you're worthy and where that all came from, you know?" He settles in. "I mean it's cool and all to smash stuff, but /why/ and /how/ are good too. Smashing stuff can be its own reward though."
Sarah Rogers	Sarah actually looks eager, "I'm ready to learn. There's a lot this thing can do that I know nothing about! I can barely get it to shoot lighting." She reaches up to her necklace and looks Inga in the eye, "I'm going to bring it out now. Please don't faint again, okay?" As she touched the necklace, it vanishes, and Mjolnir is once again in her hands. She lays it down on the table, inscription side up. 'Whosoever holds this hammer, if (s)he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor' "This is pretty much the whole instruction manual." She shrugs and looks at Harry, "I don't just smash stuff with it willy-nilly. I don't even like to admit that I have the thing, and this is one of the few times you'll actually catch me showing it off."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga takes Harry's hand and intertwines her fingers with his, resting this way with the other hand on her teacup. She grins mischeviously, "We usually don't smash things so much as light them on fire," she comments cheekily. Harry speaks and Inga nods in agreement. Sarah brings out mjolnir (that is a nice trick indeed!) and Inga gasps quietly, but does not faint. At mention of that, she gives a brief, baleful glare at Sarah. She sighs and shakes her head, then looks back to mjolnir, reading the inscription. Because HEY she can READ runes! "The powers of Thor...well, it would certainly help if you knew more about Thor then, wouldn't it?" she says, smiling anew. Tentatively, Inga reaches to touch it. "May I...?" she asks, hesitant. It is not /quite/ the hammer of the god but...it is close enough for reverence to be appropriate.
Harry Dresden	Ah jeeze, the Hammer. Harry... actually takes a step or two back, letting go of Inga's hands and sipping his tea from a short distance away. "J-just in case. Don't wanna make it explode or anything with my unworthyness."
Sarah Rogers	Sarah chuckles at Harry, "I promise it won't explode." She assures him. "be my guest." She says to Inga, "I wouldn't try to pick it up though, simply because that usually dissapoints people." She says knowingly. "When do we get started? Should I take notes? and How similar is the Thor in the Union to ahh, 'your' Thor? I've never met him, He's very hard to pin down."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga glances back at Harry, raising an eyebrow at his reaction. "You wear mjolnir yourself, it is what protects you from the Filth. Worry not, the gods see you," she says, smiling in an unnervingly knowing sort of way. Sheesh Harry. Why does he think he is so terrible a person? Inga doesn't think she's a bad person and she's probably killed more people than Harry has. Yet she reaches to touch mjolnir, though she makes no attempt to try to pick it up. Her lips form a quiet prayer almost without thinking. It doesn't translate well. Inga chuckles, withdrawing her hand, reaching to curl her long fingers around the mjolnir pendant she wears. "I would not try. I hold no illusions that I could wield this weapon--if it were a normal hammer I would not even try, nevermind /mjolnir/. I...it is unthinkable," she finishes, shaking her head again. "We shall start soon. If you leave me your radio numbers...well I will figure out how to contact you. As to the similarities...I do not know. There are certainly many, but all I can really tell you is about the god Thor, and about all the other gods and spirits. It is fitting," she says. She'll make a Heathen of you yet! Thinking of the Union's Thor just brings up memories of Riva yelling 'MANTANIUM!'. Mental facepalm.
Sarah Rogers	Sarah fishes her Union comlink out of her ear and turns it over in her hand until she finds the tiny numbers on it, which she copies down on a slip of paper and hands to Inga. "I guess it's a little late to start today." She says with a note of dissapointment. "I'll bug you in a couple days if I don't hear from you!"
Harry Dresden	Harry's hand moves to the stylized hammer at his neck, next to his Mother's pentacle. She's right of course, but he just eats the bread as well, before fishing behind his ear, and coming out with... a piece of ovoid crystal, delicately twined in surprising sturdy golden wire. A crystal radio! "Sure, trade numbers and we'll keep in touch."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga nods. "Indeed, a bit late today. I have the garden to finish planting--unless you'd like to help me with it," she says with a smile. Put her to work while she's teaching! Excellent! Inga nods to Harry, pulling out her own crystal radio. Inga had learned she needed one like his, as the usual kind would completely die in Harry's vacinity. "Thank you for the banana bread, it is delicious. Thor protect you," she says to Sarah, bidding her farewell.