{01} you let me in your house with a hammer

[gotyourbones]

[phone]

Vhell. Vhat is zhis?

[A rather calm call from someone who just spent a good hour or so tearing apart most of the interior of 504 Ricardo St. looking for any hint of his things but especially his Medigun. That is prized technology dammit and losing it(or worse, having it stolen) is unforgivable.

His call, though, doesn't really communicate that.]

I just have a few simple qvestions for anyvhone hospitable enough to provide. I can be qvite civil myself, you know.

[Wait, that has to be clarified from the start? And why does his tone indicate that he'd much rather be eviscerating someone?]

[action]

[a. Closed except for housemates. Medic is either tearing all of your shit up or not giving any fucks about the mess and digging through the pantry, depending on when you show up.]

[b. Around town! Screwing around with the drones(they don't fight back when cut! Also he got a knife somewhere), checking out what kinds of birds they have at the pet store, inspecting the park, getting thrown out of the hospital for trying to steal medical supplies... usual first day in town stuff. There is a curious lack of color-coordinated destruction, so for the moment he's more concerned with where he is than anything else.]

[c. If anyone has any reason to be at the school during the summer, Medic seems to have figured out what his job is supposed to be and is familiarizing himself with the school labs and classrooms. He is clearly disappointed with what's being provided, because he's trashed about half of it. There will probably be another trip to the hospital soon, this time a bit more sneaky-like.]

[d. The tavern has a very disappointing selection of alcohol, but Medic will soldier on regardless. Besides, everyone knows that bars are where you go for sensitive information from shady characters.]

Comments

[richtighammer.livejournal.com]

[Thor gives a discontented grunt.] They have never tasted beer in this place! I would as well drink water. [But he gives the Medic half a grin, to let him know his annoyance isn't directed at him. No man should shun company in a tavern, after all.]

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

Zhey have never tasted anyzhing. Zhey vould not know variety if it spat on them, zhough zhey may mistake zhe spit for alcohol.

[He drinks anyway. What the hell. KINDRED SPIRITS.]

[richtighammer.livejournal.com]

[YEAAAAAAH. Thor will raise a glass to that. And then try not to pull a face when he drinks from it.]

They could give me enough to drown in, and it would not be enough! [Thank goodness someone agrees, the drones all seem to love this stuff and it was genuinely beginning to bother him.] What are you called, friend?

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

I am not called friend very often. Mostly I am called Medic, over and over and over and over again.

[richtighammer.livejournal.com]

And is that your name?

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

Zhere are very few vith cause to know my name. Maybe you vill someday, maybe you von't, but I don't lead vith it. It isn't anyzhing personal.

Vhat may I call you?

[richtighammer.livejournal.com]

I hope one day to have the honor! [Hey, he goes by his title half the time, he can't really fault the guy.]

I am Thor Odinsson. Called many things, but my name will do. [He's kind of started giving up hope that people will know him by name here - it's happened infrequently enough. But there's still that glimmer of hope...]

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

...As in, vith zhe hammer?

[Medic even makes a little hammering motion with one hand, as though it may be unclear what he's talking about for some reason.]

[richtighammer.livejournal.com]

[He grins, but there's... definitely something hostile under the friendliness in that grin this time.]

The same! Though I am without my hammer since coming here.