#makemeagodagain

[scaringthehelloutofyou-blog]

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You three.

{ Having nothing against the set of humans among the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. deputy director, she stood before the man and woman. In attempts at 'protecting' them while her Soulsword appeared as she faced the other three with hostility.}

[inmyyouthicourtedwar]

Hail doctor.

[alwaystalkingback]

makemeagodagain

What's with adults and having to follow me? What do you want, Doc?

[destinedforvalhalla-blog]

Bill! Merry Christmas. [He hands Bill his gift: a photo album filled with photos of friends and family from Broxton.] We all got kind of carried away with the camera the last time I visited Broxton, and I figured--well, hey, I think Bill would like something back from home like this. Hope you like it, kid.

Aw, doc! You shouldn't have. Speak of the devil, I just came back into town from Broxton--except I didn't have enough sense to take anything like pictures or nothin' with me. I guess that's why one of us is a doctor and the other isn't. *Begins to flip through the pages.* Wow... this is some great stuff.  

[inmyyouthicourtedwar]

Oh. Hey. Thor. Word around the street is that you and your lady love aren't a thing anymore. Tough luck, man. I know how that feels. Broken hearts, am I right or am I right? So, uh, listen. I just wanted to run something by you, and I have a feeling you might take offense, so I'm just going to take three steps back now in case. So. DoyouknowifSifisseeinganybodyoristhisabrothingwhereIcan'ttapthat? Not saying I want to, not saying that I haven't tried--but hey, have you looked at her?

Speak another word of her, and perhaps thou shall have to find something better than a cane to walk.

Do not mock me or my loss, fool.

[agayjewishwitch-blog]

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Hi! I'm Wiccan. -smiles and offers his hand-

[inmyyouthicourtedwar]

Thor. Here. Thought you might like this for the holidays. [He hands a gift box that carried a red, knitted scarf inside.] So, how's the winter treating you?

[Smiles and wraps the scarf around his neck, patting Donald's shoulder] I thank thee, friend. Alas, the chill of winter bothers me not. But what of thee? I hope all fares well.

[inmyyouthicourtedwar]

Hey, Thor! Buddy! How've you been? Still with the girlfriend? Heroic business as usual? Seen Jane around? Aka business at the office is kind of slow, so here's to hoping you got something good to relay to me here.

...

I have little to speak of, Donald Blake, yet it would seem such threats that harmed e'en a god of thunder still roams freely.

Alas, I have yet to hear of anything regarding Lady Jane Foster. I would advise thee to find her thyself if thou wishes to seek her company. Hm?