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Astrid was giddy. She was also hella nervous too. It wasn't everyday that she got to meet another Asgardian. Well, an Asgardian who wasn't a jerk in her opinion. The Claremont student had been waiting on Valkyrja's arrive for an about an hour now in the front entrance to the school and practically leaped out off the column she had been leaning on when she saw Valkyrja's taxi come on to the scene. "Heil ok sæl!" she excitable hailed Valkyrja in the Old Norse before immediately going back to her Norwegian accented English, feeling a bit self-conscious that she was so stoked for this meet up. "Hey there. You're Valkyrja, ja? Astrid Torsten here. Happy to finally meet ya."
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"Oh." Well this was a shock. Astrid awkwardly scratched the back of her head for a moment not knowing exactly what to say. She had expected escalation, not understanding and an apology. "Hey, don't beat yourself up over it. We've all make mistakes. Gods know that I've made a couple." When Astrid saw that Eira was seriously not taking this well her eyes suddenly filled with alarm. "Å helvete," she quickly mutters in Norwegian before reaching to an ashamed looking Eira. "Hey, hey. As far as social faux pas' goes this isn't quite stick your beard in a letterbox levels of awkward," Astrid playfully admits with a smile. "Look if you want to bail back to study hall and pretend this didn't help than that's fine by me. But if you want to start over that's cool too." Astrid shrugged trying to be as causal as possible about the offer. "You could tell me about your family? Katastroff sounds familiar."
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"A little of column A and B," Astrid answered Heroditus honestly. Astrid didn't really know much about Heroditus' taste in music but figured that it won't hurt to get his opinion. After all, it wasn't like she knew a heck lot of Atlanteans back home and learning about their view on viking metal sounded like a pretty rad form of cultural exchange. "Here," Astrid said, taking off her headphones and handing it and her smartphone to Heroditus. "Give it a listen, ja. Tell me what you think and don't be afraid to be harsh about it. I'm a big girl and can take a bit of criticism it."
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Astrid raised an eyebrow at the public record answer. It sounded like bull to her that Claremont would have something like that on public record but Astrid wasn't particularly interested in reading up on Claremont's record policy so she decided to let that one go. What she wasn't willing to let go was being called out on her origins. Astrid crossed her arms and gave Eira a rather unimpressed look. Sure, even Astrid had to admit backstory was a bit... much, but it was her life and her story and she wasn't going to let some rando call it a bunch of lies. At least not without giving said person a piece of her mind. Now out in the quad, Astrid made her thoughts known. "I never implied you were stupid," she says incredulously, her eyes rolling as if to emphasize the absurdity of Eira's accusation. "But whatever. I said the truth. Don't believe it? Fine. Stay ignorant if you want. But maybe you should ease up on the ego a bit, ya? Just because you're Nordic too and some big shot Katastroff doesn't mean you know about everything going on back home." Astrid probably should have turned on her heel right then and walked away, but the stupid part of her that liked conflict and hated backing down wanted to see how this played out.
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Here's Ms. Thursday's Check. Notice: 1d20+5 13
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Ms. Thursday Ok. Astrid was fairly sure she wasn't being a total arse. Yeah. She had up until this point been totally spaced out and singularly focused on her phone while everyone else was gushing about the animals she was supposed to be gawking at but she had a good excuse. Sort of. From the moment they had hopped on the bus to Hanover Zoo Astrid eyes had been glued to her phone while her ears were closed off by her headphones. How she was able to pay enough attention to the outside world to get off the bus and grab her badge was a tiny miracle on to its self. But she had her reasons for that. Zoo animals were cool and all but the fact of the matter was that Astrid had work to do. Said work being her music. She had been listening/watching her last recording since she got up this morning. Examining it with a critical eye and trying to figure out what wasn't clicking about it. She was shredding like a demon but there's something missing in the vibe. She just didn't know what. Yet. Frustrated, Astrid was on the verge of exiting her isolated bubble and asking Micah for his opinion despite well-knowing that he guy wasn't necessarily into her brand of death metal when something else entirely distracted her: Benico and Heroditus were having the weirdest chat, with 'cannibal turtles' being the most striking part. Despite herself, Astrid actually kind of liked Benico's schtick. The dude had high-energy and a motor-mouth which verged on obnoxious but at least he was openly emotive if only in a superficial way. It remembered her of a few of her old friends back in Norway. Loudmouths that talked a lot in the hope that it would make them come across as cool or fun to be around. They didn't always hit the mark but neither did Astrid. That was why she liked them in the first place. Astrid took off her headphones and pocketed her phone. A wicked smile was on her face. "That sounds like something a cannibal would say," she says faux-seriously. "Watch out, Heroditus! We got a man-eater over here. His tendrils may seem inviting but he'll gobble you up the moment you drop your guard."
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Astrid made a surprised face. She did not expect a rando knowing about that. Astrid took the surprise in stride though. "You stalking me, new kid?" She says seriously before immediately laughing it off. "Ok, yeah, I do play up the Viking thing when I'm in a fight. Some people weirdly find that intimidating so I go with it. Plus it's fun to do." Astrid shrugged causally. "The gold though, well, that's a bit more complained. And weird." If Astrid was being entirely honest she really wasn't a fan of explaining her past. It was still a sour spot for her and talking about it tended to result in awkward conversation. How exactly do you explain that you're the bastard daughter of a god? Even after doing just that couple times now Astrid wasn't entirely sure how to go about it. Still, as blunt as Eira sounded, Astrid guessed that she wasn't the type of person that would make someone feel to awkward about their origins. And so... "Ok. So the long and short of it is that my extended family paid the admission with literal freakin' gold. Aesir gold to be specific. I'm a demigod. The bastard daughter of Thor himself. Surprise!" squealed theatrically before going back to her normal, dry tone. "Like I said, weird. Turns out that Thor sometimes likes to slum it in Midgard with mortals every couple of centuries in some weaker avatar form. It's how he avoids some Pact or whatever that says that gods can't goof around on Earth fully-charged." Astrid shrugged once again. Arcane cosmology wasn't exactly her favorite subject. "Anyway, that's how he meet my mom in Norway. I think you can figure out the rest. Thor-Dad jetted back to Asgard few years after I was born. Real Dad of the Year move. But he came back. Eventually. After..." Astrid suddenly felt real tired of telling her story and noticeable began to rush to its conclusion. "I got old enough. He said that as a child of the Aesir I needed to train and learn to be a warrior. That's how I ended here in Claremont." Her story finally done Astrid gave Eira an analytical look. She was kind of done with being the focus. "Welp. Said my crazy truth. What about yours. You're new here, ya? Good with tech I heard. A cyborg or something, right?" Astrid was honestly curious. Eira's last name sounded oddly familiar but she couldn't quite place it.
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Astrid wasn't paying much attention to the history book in front of her. Sure, it was about 'her people,' but that didn't mean she was automatically enthralled with the prospect of learning about the expeditions of Erik So-and-So or the reign of King Olof Somedude. That was especially truth when the stuff she was learning was so... basic. Astrid was still figuring out how things worked in America but one of first things she noticed was just how narrow country's perception of Scandinavia was. Even Astrid was reflective enough to know that Norway could be very much the same, but it honestly took her aback just how Viking-crazy Americans were. If a person had to rely entirely on her assigned history book to learn about the region they'd come out thinking that its history began and ended with Vikings. Astrid was certainly no history buff but even she knew that was an offensive amount of bull. The fallout of the Great Northern War? Not mentioned. The rise of the Nordic Model? Not even an aside. Queen Christina being awesome? Nothing. The Asgardian groaned to herself. She was getting angry. Again. And about a book of all things. She reminded herself that a lot of people had it way worse when it came to an accurate retelling of their culture's history and that she was getting off relatively easy. There was no need for her to make a stand about this... that was until she heard someone loudly do just that in Swedish a few tables down. Astrid pulled off her headphones and scanned the study hall. It was a good thing was listening to some soft study music lofi instead of her typical hangbanger favorites or else she might not have heard the criticism. In no time at all her eyes locked on to someone she didn't recognize, a new student in all likelihood. Although Astrid didn't know who the Hel she was she immediately found that she liked the mysterious new girl. Calling out the terrible history book was one thing, but the Arch Enemy band shirt and rocking blue hair was equal parts perfect and awesome. Suddenly smiling, Astrid immediately abandoned her studies and waltzed right up to the blue-haired girl to make her introductions. Her Swedish was pretty fluent, but it had a mild Norwegian accent that a native Swede would be able to make out pretty easily. "Not taking the school's crap excuse for Scandinavian history well are ya? Same here. Yeah, yeah, Vikings are badass in all but there's more to us than just that. Pretty sure Americans would freak if everyone just thought they were cowboys for centuries and nothing else, right?" Astrid softy laughed at her own question and finally took a seat beside the Swede. "But whatev's. Name's Astrid Torsten. People here call me Ms. Thursday sometimes. But about you?"
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Ms. Thursday Daka Rush: Claremont (1 post) Nordic (4 post) Reptile Brain (2 post) = 7 IC posts (1PP to Ms. Thursday)
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Ms. Thursday "<Oh you got to be f*cking kidding me!>" Ms. Thursday loudly cursed in her native tongue as the situation got a whole lot more complicated, which was really saying something since she wasn't entirely sure what the Hel was happening in the first place. Not that it really mattered at this point. With the ringing in her ears gone, the Asgardian hefted her warclub to ready position and looked for a suitable target for smashing. With the smugglers of the Viper Star apparently charmed by Red Lynx's verbal thrashing, Thursday sight her sights on the three new arrivals that had just made their dramatic entry on to the scene. Maybe Red Lynx or White Lioness could talk them down too. They seemed to be attacking the smugglers because of some weird domestic issue going on in Dakana, after all. For better or worse, Thursday didn't not think to longingly about this possibility and instead opted for her preferred method of intense negotiation: Smashing. With but a scream of "Flaugun!" on her lips, Thursday Porrklubba activated in a flash of magical lightning sparks that quickly gave way to a small tempest focused around the Asgardian. A second later she and her weapon were off the ground and in the air, racing to meet the lion-faced drittsekk who seemed to be in-charge of the assault. With Porrklubba held firmly in her grasp, Thursday put a good measure of her strength into the blow as she slammed the weapon into the prince's armored side.
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Another head's up. Turns out I got Ms. Thursday new sheet approved! Which means I'll be using it for the rest of the game if that's quite alright. Here it is. Move Action: Using Flight on Þórrklubba Device to move into Touch range with Red Lion. Standard Action: Attacking Red Lion with Porrklubba. Using Strike + Dazzle on The Powers of Þórrklubba Array and exploiting All-Out and Power Attack. That's a 24 on the Base Attack. The DC for the Strike is 32 Toughness and the Dazzle is DC 25 Reflex. Edit 1: Also, Ms. Thursday will be suffering a -5 to Defense for the rest of the round. Meaning she's currently at negative -3 Defensive due to still being Flat-Footed, I believe. Which is totally fine. Edit 2: Weirdly forgot how Power Attack and All-Out Attack work in tandem. The Attack is 24 to hit only.
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Ms. Thursday Amygdala (2) Total: 2 posts = 1PP Power point to Ms. Thursday.
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Astrid noticed Danica's looks and returned them with a face of disbelief. Why the Hel would she go back into that shell after all she did to get out of it in the first place? The demigoddess figured that Danica was still under the control of the Black House's mind control, but reconsidered when she saw that everyone was getting in there as well. Maybe Danica had some plan that required them all bunkering up there as weird as that sounded? Danica flat out just telling her to get in the darn thing was the clincher, and even the though the idea still seemed mad to her, Astrid found herself using her toddiefied version of Porrklubba to flying up into the turtle shell.
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@TheAbsurdist Sorry for my own delay. I've added the descriptors.
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One second Astrid's child mind was thinking about what treat Mother Danica would give her and Sister Mia, and in the next the Asgardian's mind was snapped back into reality. Well, perhaps not "reality," but she was definitely aware of where she was, and more importantly, who she truly was. "Hva i helvete?" Astrid whispered to herself in Danica's shell. Her was mind still buzzing in confusion, but it did not take her long to remember most of what had happened to her. When she did she was decidedly not pleased. Suddenly, a litany of Norwegian curses were quietly being muttered in Danica's shell. To anyone not familiar with the language, the noise would sound like the incomprehensible and rapid-fire babbling of an agitated child. For those who did though, they'd probably be taken aback (or perhaps impressed) by the almost lyrical way in which Astrid made her curses. After her tirade of curses and cries of vengeance were done, Astrid rushed out of Danica's shell, which was rather difficult given her her child form's lack of agility, but anger and outrage powered her through the task and soon a very angry Astrid was back on the kindergarten floor. She shoot Miss Johansen a furious glare but didn't make a move. The Black House, the Witch or whatever malicious force behind everything they had been afflicted with didn't seem to responded well with Astrid's temper, and even the hotblooded Asgardian could tell that directly attacking its minions wasn't effective. Astrid turned her back to Miss Johanson and made her way to Lulu. "Lulu," she whispered. "Do you think you can read the House or something? There has to be something doing all of this and it has to have a mind. And if it has a mind than you can read it, right?" Astrid was totally speculating at this point. She didn't know whether her theory was even close to right or logical, and if she was being honest, she didn't really understand the limits or mechanics of Lulu's powers. But if hitting things wasn't an option than Astrid figured that someone with a different skillset was the answer, which made Lulu her best bet.
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Thanks for reminding me. Might as well give it a shot. Will Save: 1d20+7 15 Got a 15, but if I recall correctly a hero point re-roll between 1 and 10 gets a boost of ten. My dice throw was an 8. So if the boost thing is actually true than the roll would be 25.
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Will Save: 1d20+7 10 Oh well.
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Ms. Thursday Amygdala (12) It's Moving Day (4) Total: 16 posts = 2PP All power points to Ms. Thursday's new sheet here.
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Because Ms. Thursday is Flat-Footed both Stun attacks are a Hit. As for Fortitude saves... Fortitude Saves: 2#1d20+10 16 19 She makes both of them.
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@Fox Should be good now. I didn't realize that Independent was a +0 modifier. Fixed the wasted points situation by getting Selective Attack and lowering Hamper Movement to one. Should come out to 20.
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Astrid didn't understand what her mother was talking about. Concentrate? She didn't even understand what that word meant. And she definitely couldn't make sense of her mother wanting them to leaving now. It wasn't pickup time for her and her sister Mia. Of course, that begged the question for why Mommy Dianca was here at Nicholson so much earlier than usual. Not that Astrid was in the right state of mind to think about such inconsistencies. She was still in pain and wanted nothing more than a hug from her turtle mom. Fortunately for her, Astrid did in fact get her hug, which made it all the more easier for her to be nicely slotted into Danica's shell without much fuss. The pain in her fingers was slowly but surely fading away and she was safe in her mother's oh so familiar turtle shell. Everything was fine and normal, no matter what the strange angry voice in her head was screaming to the contrary.
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Making Leroy cry was definitely not how Astrid wanted her pep talk/rant to go, but seeing that it was one those 'someone finally gets it' cries, Astrid considered it a pep talk well made. She might have done without the asshole comment, though. "No problem, man," Astrid says. She tries to play it off as something causal. Like she's said something like this a hundred times and is just giving some advice to a friend. But her voice kind of breaks as she says the words and she has to suppress a snuffle. Astrid hopes that Leroy doesn't notice it. She still has her tough girl crud to maintain, as stupid and toxically macho as that is. "And I would be happy to teach ya, Leroy. Just give me some time to arrange a hunt or fight and we'll do this thing," she tells him, giving the prince a confirmative fist bump. When Leroy asks about her luggage, Astrid gives him a wide smile. "A stud and a gentlemen! Wow. Judy sure is lucky she got to you first," she confesses half jokingly and earnestly before picking up the luggage herself. "Thanks, Leroy, but I'm good."
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Nope. She wasn't going to cry. The treasure chest crashing down on her fingers may have been excruciatingly painful, but Astrid wasn't going to allow her self to cry while in the admist of a hostile environment and hidden foes. Nope. Definitely not going to happen. She was way to strong of a warrioress to allow something that humiliating to happen to her. "Wwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!" Astrid's screams went on and on and on as the pain in her fingers seemed to travel up her arms and across her tiny body. She tried to mentally block out the pain but she found it possible to do that or even concentrate on anything that wasn't her agonizing red fingers. It was so bad that she didn't even mind when someone rushed to calm her. Anything was better than enduring the pain a moment longer.
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Alright then.
