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Blessed with being both bold and charming, Fandral is a very forward person that's easy to like and be around with. AVENGERS--ASSEMBLERP GROUP FANDRAL

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The Difference between a Biscuit and a Cookie || Fandral + Kitty

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He is not entirely sure what Kitty had said about Thor - something about a toddler? He would certainly disagree if he knew the words meaning, although in the quiet of his mind, he does neet constant observation and a gentle push in the right direction once or twice, to keep his temper from escalating.

Well, used to. He had grown up a lot since he’s been on Midgard. Fandral wished for himself the same growth in character.

"I am not aware I needed to fulfill a task fit for my profession." But now that he knows he will ask Lady Sif if she needs his service for the next hunt, or if there anything she wants protected. 

He wouldn’t want to offend the city rules.

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He’s either an Asgardian or a very dedicated Renaissance fair type, Kitty is sure of it now. She needs a good way to pose the question.

"Unless someone is paying your rent, you’ll probably need a job sometime soon. The unfair and unspoken rule of New York is that rent is unreasonably high and jobs are unreasonably hard to come by." She pauses. "Did you have a, uh, job where you used to live?" 

Aside from the other two possibilities, he could just be a clueless rich guy who lives in his own little fantasy world, and speaks like someone in a Masterpiece Theater Special completely out of choice.

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He does not understand most of what she is telling him, which makes him feel slow and dumb - both things he is not used to feeling which make him upset.

Not with her, but with himself.

"I am staying with Lady Maria of the Shield. I have not been made aware that I need to repay her for food or lodging." In the same second he wonders if perhaps Thor has already handled this, and he has just not been told about it.

The other question is much more easier to answer, which is why he focuses on that next, with renewed interest.

"I am a Warrior." He loudly tell her, chest filled to the brim with pride. "I give my Sword for the King and protect my home in time of need."

He has had more time for travel before. But the realms need them now, Asgard needs them now. And right this second - Thor needs them, the soon-be-King.

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Shooting Range - Distance Optional | Fandral & Bucky

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Fandral, without knowing any of the darker spots of Bucky’s story, felt the name Winter Soldier sounded fit for a great warrior who fell into a freezing river and survived.

He turned back towards the target that has been moved quite a bit further away but still too close to give him a challenge, which is quite frustrating. He won’t let it dictate his mood though, instead highers the stakes for himself by changing arms and eyes.

The first shot still hits the target, but only barely and already he’s grinning.

"It was in my youth, before the duty of a warrior fell upon my shoulders." He has not had ears to listen to this story before, although he has spoken the tale out loud several times. This though is the first time someone asked for it, which makes it special in his head.

"Midgard was something interesting, back then. You were still impressed by Asgardians and called them gods, although I did not like this approach, I wanted to belong."

And as all teenagers, he ran away from home to prove himself he could survive on his own, which proved a good lesson learned, as his family soon after fell in Battle.

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Bucky watched as Fandral switched the bow into his other hand, obviously craving more of a challenge than the distance alone could provide.  The arrow hissed from the bow, cutting through the air to embed itself in the target.  It’s almost a miss, but the grin on Fandral’s face says that he relishes the challenge, that he is enjoying this far more than taking shot after perfect shot.  Bucky figures he can respect that.  Someone who wants to challenge themselves, do better and better, push themselves. 

He nodded as he listened to the beginning of Fandral’s tale, the cadence of his words, the man obviously used to telling stories.  “You say Midgard was interesting back then, that you wanted to belong…how long ago are you talking?  You gotta excuse me because I’ve never picked up on that much mythology.  I know that Asgardians were revered as gods but I don’t know much more than that.  It’s never been something that came up for me in life.” 

He paused, taking the bow from Fandral giving him a slightly self-deprecating look.  “The bow ain’t my weapon but I’ll give it a go.”  He stated.  He knew the basics.  Training over the decades had covered every damn weapon under the sun it felt like at times.  Some he had never used since, the bow being one of those.  He took a slow breath, testing the draw strength of the bow, glad again of the way he’d been changed, the way the serum had enhanced his strength, his cybernetic arm.  Still he could feel the pull in the muscles through his shoulders and back and he smiled slightly as he nocked an arrow, taking careful aim, loosing it towards the target.  He grinned as  it actually hit the target before handing the bow back to Fandral. 

"So, what happened next?"  He asked, genuinely interested to hear more of Fandral’s tale.

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"About three hundred years." He doesn't think much of the question, answers it before he's thought about the age of the man he's talking to (he would be surprised if he asked).

"I hid, for a few weeks." He still remembers it, the thorns of the bush he had crawled into peeking at some outlaws, as he's come to know them as. "Observed. I knew from Thor and Other's that Midgard was still young as a race. And that was interesting to me."

He had been young then too. Starved for people to look up to him, but not because he was Asgardian, but because he was good at something. (Which he lied to himself about, his supiority was only because he is Asgardian in comparison)

He smiles as he takes the next shot, closer to the middle now. "There were still horses on the roads, and swords to draw. Gold was shaped into coins and were hoarded and stolen and thrown into the crowd."

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Midgard has found peace now, it seems.

He has more days sitting in the sun, reading a book in good company now. Before he would have fought, stolen, and ran through the woods - which he had found was the charm of Midgard. It had been so wild, just like him.

He is currently reading a love story, something which seems a favorite topic, because nearly everything that had been a quick read, enjoyable for the sunny afternoon, had involved romance and love and the perfect ending.

So far he has had more fun conversing with Lady Jean than reading the story unfold inbetween the setences.

Which is perfectly okay to him.

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After he finally looks away from the shopping windows he realizes that he lost Darcy in the mass of people.

Not to be concerned by something like this - when anybody else would have looked for whoever was missing - Fandral keeps on walking and looking at everything that seems interesting to him.

Darcy had said he should come to the mall with her, buying presents for his friends. He had thought that a great idea. He had even found a lot of things that would be perfect for either Volstag or Hogun. He would put them save until he returns.

When he looks away from the windows again, he notices someone staring at him. She dresses a little differently than the people around her, and her eyes hold a heavy gaze of someone older than their appearance.

She must not have liked him looking back because she turns around to flee. 

Darcy catches up to him at that second, arms full with bags and hitting him on the arm angrily for running off.

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"Excuse me." He says and reaches out towards a weapon that seems to be flying in mid-air when it had been in the hand of a man mere seconds before. It doesn't seem to evade his graps, so it is probably not sentient enough to understand him talking to it.

Before he can get his fingers around the grip the pistol flies forward and with a loud noise shatters against the stone wall. Sparks fly for a few seconds before the pistol seems to have run out and lies quietly at his feet, as does the man.

He has wanted to know what exactly the man had meant when he said his Superperforator will show him. Now he might never know, although he's puzzled as to why he would be clumsy enough to knock himself out with his own weapon.

Perhaps he should turn back around and converse with Lady Jean about the matter. Looking over his shoulder he blinks at the man whose intense focus seems to sit heavy on his shoulders, before he walks on towards inside the building.

Well, the matter seems to be handled now. However curious this has been, perhaps this place is enchanted, too? With so many magic users inside, it does sound true.

Nothing to worry about.

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Forest Heart | Fandral & Amora

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If he were any younger, or more childish, he would have replied that he would if he would only see a proper lady to offer his arm to.

But he has outgrown these childish taunts. He still has them available - his mind always quick to point out the opportunity for a cutting remark -  thought Fandral rarely lets them out of his head anymore.

So he keeps his tongue silent and his smile true as he raises his arm for her in silent invitation.

He is truly puzzled by her in this moment, hoping that perhaps talking with her some more will clear up some questions he has let unvoiced. If that doesn’t help, he will seek Sif’s advice on the matter.

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For that brief moment, her breath stewed slightly in anticipation within the confines of her lungs - stray puffs fleeing from her nasal cavities, unable to contend with the tension - the intrigue danced within her irises as Amora watched Fandral mull over her request. (Would command be a more fitting term?) 

Delicate fingers accepted the wordless invitation, acquainting themselves with the curve of the warrior’s bicep as they curled around his proffered arm. The Enchantress allowed herself only a sparing moment to ponder the gentle curve of his lips in an ostensibly genuine smile, finding her eyes trailing the contour of his jaw before her attention drawn toward an arrant bird that fluttered past. 

The confusion emanated from him in waves, ebbing and flowing over her before the emotion manifested in the form of carefully carved lines that adorned themselves on his brow. The dexterous digit of the hand that didn’t hold a grasp on his arm reached forward to lightly run over the lines that marred the expanse of his forehead, as though attempting to smooth them from his visage.

"What plagues you?" The query falling lightly from her lips, dancing between concern and amusement in the desire not to be pigeon-holed, heels clicking against the pavement as they started walking.

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"I have battled my friends to win the place beside Thor." He confesses to her, looking towards the men and women walking ahead of them. Although it was no match to death and none of them had come to harm, it is now of importance to him.

Because he had pictured it a little differently. 

"Midgard does not own the charm it once did."

It is as if her touch had startled him into motion, his feet gaining life and walking forward, as if to flee - if only she weren't hanging on his arm he would have succeeded.

He shies away from that realization, he will not continue to distance himself from her. 

"What have you done in your time here, Amora? I have gained a lot of well meaning advice in the past few days. Have you aquired a job? An apartment?" The words taste strange on his tongue. "It seems the gold holds a lot of value, more so that it did before. Now it comes in paper, instead of coins."

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"I am." He tells the man joyfully, proud of the fact that he can call Thor his friend. And much prouder that he has won the competition to join him on his adventures in Midgard.

The place among him and Sif had been wanted by all of the Warriors Three but the other two had to remain in Asgard, they could not leave it unprotected.

Still he was happy to have Midgard to his feet again. While he would not have know it, he had grown to miss this place.

"It would be most kind. I am not to meet anybody, but Lady Maria has told me there is much to find in each of these locations."

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Bruce grinned. He couldn’t help it. Ninety percent of the time, he didn’t know what to make of the Asgardians he knew, but if there was one thing he absolutely loved about them, it was how genuinely earnest they were about everything. It showed through in nearly everything they did, and it really made for a fascinating difference between their race, and the humans he had observed over his lifetime.

"Well, if there’s a lot to find, then we should get going! I’m… an associate of Maria’s. Bruce Banner. I can’t remember if I mentioned my name… But it’s nice to meet you. Come on, the first place is just up this street here… shouldn’t be too far."

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"I am very pleased to meet you, a friend of Lady Maria is also mine." He grabs for the mans shoulder, treating him like a warrior since he’s not sure how else he would greet someone who is loyal to the same - he would not call Lady Maria a queen, although she seems to rule like one born.

Sif had advised him not to think too much on his first weeks, and just to accept the most of it as given. So far it has done him good.

"If you were so kind to lead the way then." He reminds the man when he doesn’t start walking, still looking at him instead. 

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He blinked, snapping out of his train of thought, and laughed. “Oh! Of course. Sorry. Come on, it’s this way.” Bruce started up the street, sticking his hands into his pockets as he went.

"So, if you don’t mind my asking… Fandral, wasn’t it? What brings you to Midgard? Is this Thor’s way of saying he’s coming back soon, or were you just curious about the area?"

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Fandral follows at a slower pace, the question catching him unprepared. He has not been aware that Thor's presence has been kept a secret.

Perhaps this man should not know that his friend is back on earth. He can think of a few reasons why that may be and none of them are of the pleasant sort.

Has he been giving information to a fiend? But he is a crowned warrior, he will not let the man know he's looked behind his scheme just yet.

"I have enjoyed Midgard in my youth, I had hoped to explore it now that a few years have passed."

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"Greetings." He calls out over the distance he is seperated from the man that came to meet him. Or possibly to keep him away from entering the building.

He waits a breath before he fluidly descends from the horse. It is a beautiful creature. She has been given to him once he had asked. It is no replacement for his own, but an adequate companion for now.

"There is no matter that leads me here." He answers the question, looking up at the building. It is small in comparison to what he’s used to on Asgard although the different way it is build makes it interesting to look at.

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"Then how can I help ya?" Remy asked, walking over to the man. "Are ya a mutant? This place, it’s a safe haven. Eh. Well, for the most part. Usually, we get the kiddies, but I guess there’s room for ya." Remy was not one for advertising the school, but unfortunately for this homme he was the only one here.

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Fandral pets the horse to keep it calm while listening to the man ask him if he is a Mutant. He is not sure what he means by that - surely he doesn't look like a mutated creature? But it might be that he means something entirely different, like the biscuit and the cookie dilemma.

"I do not know what a Mutant is, but I am glad to hear that they find refugee in this beautiful place."

He looks up towards the building, once more admiring the look of it. He shakes his head a little, smiling before he bows to introduce himself. "My name is Fandral. I like with the Lady Maria in the Building of the Shield, but thank you for the offer."

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Fandral nods along to what Lady Darcy is telling him. While he is not exactly sure what she is telling right this second, she does look rather happy doing it. And the last time he hadn't understood something three times in a row she had become increasingly frustrated.

Before he knows it, there's something pushed on top his head, and over his ears and for a few seconds everything is silent. He can't even hear his own breathing.

Lady Darcy is still talking, and he's answering that he can't hear her, which he can't hear himself and he's on the edge of panic when there's suddenly noise - and loud.

Lady Darcy holds out a hand and pulls the disc that's over his ear a little away, and suddenly he can hear her over the noise and it's not so bad anymore.

"You have time right? Because my library is massive." And again, Fandral is helpless to do anything beside nod.

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While he has full convidence in his ability to suceed this activity that has been introduced to him as "SECRET AGENT LASER OBSTACLE LUNCH" Fandral does wonder what exactly will happen once he hits any of these Lasers that the young girl's "uncle" has set up for her.

While Thor has assured him that everybody in the building is a friend, he has to wonder about the sanity of some.

Well, as long as it's fun. Fandral might not know the reason behind the fun game over a box of pizza, but he does enjoy it for now, biting into his slice and watching the young girl duck underneath a sinister red line.

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Shooting Range - Distance Optional | Fandral & Bucky

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Bucky could see that Fandral was shifting slightly, perhaps uncomfortable, perhaps on edge, waiting for something.  It wasn’t easy to get a hold on particularly.  He let out a sudden laugh and shook his head, Fandral’s words tickling his sense of humour.  “Unfortunate?  That’s one way of putting it I guess.  You want to know the story?  Well, me’n Steve had boarded an enemy train during WWII, we were headin’ off to carry on fighting Hydra.  There was a battle on the train, Steve saved my life, but in doing that ended up vulnerable himself.  I couldn’t let him die, hell he was my best friend so like an idiot I acted as a distraction to give him time to get up, to fight back. The enemy we were fighting shot me out of the side of the train and although Steve tried to pull me back in, I fell from the train down the side of a mountain and into ravine with an icy river at the bottom.” 

He broke off for a second, unsure as to how much of it would have made sense to Fandral.  He couldn’t imagine that Asgardians knew much if anything about WWII so he was trying to keep it as simple as possible.  “When I woke up I was strapped to a table in a laboratory with no memory of who I was, with a foreign language in my mind and my mouth and a metal arm.  That’s the story.”  He said with a shrug.  “Not that interesting, not really.  Tell me about yourself though?  Gotta be more interesting.  Unless you want to go back to shooting?” 

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Fandral watches the warrior with interest, not paying attention to the words themselves though he was still listening.

He doesn’t know a lot of the words he speaks of, the locations or the meaning behind them, but he gets the general idea of it. The big picture. The little pieces he can’t quite fit into it yet, he will come to get a name for them or a picture in his head he can recall. Thor has assured him that Midgard has not changed quite so much like it seems at first glance.

"A Tale to remember." He says seriously after he is done talking and Fandral is done listening - for now not answering the following questions. "Say once more how you call yourself. I want to be sure I got your name right, when I re-tell it. And then friend, I could tell you of the time I last spend on Midgard should you care to hear it." He guides him with a hand on his back towards the range once more, a silent invitation to join him in this activity while they talk.

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Bucky suppressed a smile at the serious look on Fandral’s face as he listened, it wasn’t often that people looked so intently at him when he spoke.  Most of the time they seemed to be trying to avoid eye contact.  It made for a refreshing change.  He nodded.  “Sure, name’s James Barnes, but people tend to call me either Bucky or the Winter Soldier.” 

Fandral’s hand was firm against his back and he could feel the latent strength in the other man.  He had heard that Thor and his friends were formidable fighters and he could well believe it, for all Fandral’s outward friendliness.  He stepped up beside Fandral.  “Tell me of the last time you were here then, I can imagine you’ve got quite the story there.”  He said, curious to know more about the man, to hear the way that he told a story.  Most likely a damn site better than he’d told his own. 

He leaned back against the partition, letting Fandral take the lead in the shooting while he told his tale. 

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Fandral, without knowing any of the darker spots of Bucky's story, felt the name Winter Soldier sounded fit for a great warrior who fell into a freezing river and survived.

He turned back towards the target that has been moved quite a bit further away but still too close to give him a challenge, which is quite frustrating. He won't let it dictate his mood though, instead highers the stakes for himself by changing arms and eyes.

The first shot still hits the target, but only barely and already he's grinning.

"It was in my youth, before the duty of a warrior fell upon my shoulders." He has not had ears to listen to this story before, although he has spoken the tale out loud several times. This though is the first time someone asked for it, which makes it special in his head.

"Midgard was something interesting, back then. You were still impressed by Asgardians and called them gods, although I did not like this approach, I wanted to belong."

And as all teenagers, he ran away from home to prove himself he could survive on his own, which proved a good lesson learned, as his family soon after fell in Battle.

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Looking down at the map for the last time Fandral just makes sure he’s in the right place, then he folds it back into the small square shape and pockets it once more.

Apparently one of the stops is a school - which he finds unusual after a movie ceatre, a chinese restaurant and a park - but he will not disappoint Lady Maria.

He walks towards it with steady steps, admiring the beautiful architecture and the surrounding, the flowers blooming the early spring, the windows scattered across the wall he’s walking parallel to, reflecting sunlight like stars.

He also quite likes the broad entryway, possibly build for the vehicles the Midgardians mastered. He could turn his horse easily on this path.

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Anja’s decided to start running in the evenings. Piling things onto her morning schedule before classes (especially given that she’s not at all a morning person, and has to grump through even her prayers until she gets coffee) just stopped being a good idea when she had to get up at 5AM to start getting ready for the day.

Running in the evenings, though, when she’s at the peak of her energy and has little else to do, seems like the perfect idea. Besides, after all of the fuss, it seems like an opportunity to run a patrol would not go unappreciated.

As she happens upon the rather handsome stranger, map in hand, looking at the school as though it’s a quaint country cottage, she finds that perhaps this was a good idea after all. “Hi. Who are you?” The question comes out awkwardly, but she can’t help it. Identification and neutralization are higher on her priority list right now than, say, politeness. “Are you here to see someone?”

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"Hello, my name is Fandral." He holds out his hand to her in invitation, not for a handshake but for a kiss which you might see in the way his hand is positioned, as if he's asking for a dance. (Lady Darcy did not realize before he had bend down, but she had looked pleased all the same.)

"I am not here to meet with anyone, but merely visit." The place is really a sight to behold, much more pleasing than Central Park had been. "Would you mind telling me of this place? It must be of importance."

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Looking down at the map for the last time Fandral just makes sure he’s in the right place, then he folds it back into the small square shape and pockets it once more.

Apparently one of the stops is a school - which he finds unusual after a movie ceatre, a chinese restaurant and a park - but he will not disappoint Lady Maria.

He walks towards it with steady steps, admiring the beautiful architecture and the surrounding, the flowers blooming the early spring, the windows scattered across the wall he’s walking parallel to, reflecting sunlight like stars.

He also quite likes the broad entryway, possibly build for the vehicles the Midgardians mastered. He could turn his horse easily on this path.

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Remy wasn’t expecting the horse to trot over down the driveway. Taking a long drag, he watched the beast stop at in front of the steps. The man on top of the animal was new, a stranger to the school.

Remy looked up and put out the cigarette. “Can I help ya?” he asked. Was this another mutant?

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"Greetings." He calls out over the distance he is seperated from the man that came to meet him. Or possibly to keep him away from entering the building.

He waits a breath before he fluidly descends from the horse. It is a beautiful creature. She has been given to him once he had asked. It is no replacement for his own, but an adequate companion for now.

"There is no matter that leads me here." He answers the question, looking up at the building. It is small in comparison to what he's used to on Asgard although the different way it is build makes it interesting to look at.

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"She did not." He frowns down when she pushes with her finger against the flat surface of the phone. So that’s what that is, but why is it shaped in different sizes and colors?

He has never spend much time thinking about the devices he uses, only glad that he has them and that someone bright thought to make them before his time.

Lady Maria had said these places might interest him, but maybe he would have better listened to her subtle hint of words beneath the lines. It would keep him interested for sure, for as long until she has figured out what to do with him.

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Darcy looked frustrated as she put in the different addresses on the phone, none of which interested in her and most likely would not interest him. Of course he would be interested in eating, but this was New York, there were better places to eat at than a hot dog cart.

"Well to me those places do not hold much interest and can be found anywhere else. There is a pizza restaurant close by and surprisingly I have not had pizza while I’m here. Of course you probably don’t know what pizza is. I know it deviates from your map, but would you like to go there?"

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When he is informed that all those places he had been looking forward to very much are not as interesting as he had been told he feels as if he's been robbed a joy he didn't have yet.

Of course he would not let this setback drag him down yet, he has just found one of the few people he's met on his most recent time in Midgard.

"While I am not known for the hole in my stomach, unlike one of my closest friends, I can always eat."

While he remembered the food in Midgard as boring, surely their cooking must have improved together with their technology and their industry.

He offers her his arm freely, ready to be pulled along in her wake.

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"I am staying with SHIELD, under the protection of Lady Maria." He pats down his clothes in look for the map he’s been given, before he locates it in one of his pockets. He unfolds it carefully, like the prized posession it is to him.

"She gave me this and marked down points of interest to explore."

Fandral looks down at the places he has yet to visit with no recollection on where he currently is. He wishes for one of the travelers map’s from Asgard. Perhaps he could ask for help in making one. She is a woman after all, they are said to be more adept at magic.

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Darcy sighed in exasperation, as her eyes wandered over the map. Of course Fandral was not going to understand it. She pulled out her phone and input a spot on it and where they were at now.

"I am surprised they gave you a map like that, did they not give you a phone? If they did I am sure they gave you a more advanced phone." She looked at her phone at the first point of interest. "Did she name any of these areas for you?"

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"She did not." He frowns down when she pushes with her finger against the flat surface of the phone. So that's what that is, but why is it shaped in different sizes and colors?

He has never spend much time thinking about the devices he uses, only glad that he has them and that someone bright thought to make them before his time.

Lady Maria had said these places might interest him, but maybe he would have better listened to her subtle hint of words beneath the lines. It would keep him interested for sure, for as long until she has figured out what to do with him.