First Prank: Grand Entrance

[doeswhathewants]

[A charming smile with wide and innocuous green eyes, though the glitter in them is something less than harmless and innocent. When he speaks, his voice is light and engaging. Ignore the fact that he’s soaking wet.]

Hello out there!

[The volume is a bit loud and he winces before catching it and allowing his features to adjust back into that beguiling smile. He fixes the volume, teeth catching his lower lip in an expression that really is innocent. His charm does not fade as he speaks again]

Let's try this again? Ah. Better. Now. It seems there has been a terrible mistake, a grave error, I am entirely unsure of where I am, only that I woke up here- yes! woke up!- after being dumped in a fountain and er- found this Stark phone on my person. .

Obviously, whoever has done this has the wrong person entirely. I am no one at all of consequence, a Parisian orphan.

[He frowns and the expression is solemn, pious]

Now, if you please, could someone tell me how far back to Paris?

[OoC Note: Serrure speaks in the All Tongue (he understands every language, anyone he speaks to will understand him) but he thinks he's speaking in French and will assume everyone else is, too.]

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[doeswhathewants]

Then who are you?

[godofabs]

I am simply - myself.

[doeswhathewants]

Better yourself than someone else, in my opinion, anyway.

[godofabs]

In that case, I am Thor. And you are?

[doeswhathewants]

[Just this long sort of pause.]

The Thor? You are stuck here, too? Disheartening, really.

I am Serrure, pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[godofabs]

I had thought that many had forgotten us, cast us to myth. I seem to be getting that reaction a lot, it seems.

Serrure, hail and well-met.

[doeswhathewants]

Myth. Right. Well, it is difficult to consider you and yours a myth when you are so often in the news for helping save the world. Of course, I am told not all of us are from the same universe. Universes. I am rather unsure of the plural of that one.

Ah, yes. You, too. [He is totally stealing that line.]

[godofabs]

... Right. The idea is still quite new to me to understand. But, if that is what I am doing in your universe, I am pleased.

[doeswhathewants]

Doesn't weird you out that there's another version of you running around somewhere?

[godofabs]

No, not really.

[doeswhathewants]

Generous of you.

Personally, I prefer to be unique. Original. The idea of someone else running around in another universe with my face is off putting.

[godofabs]

You only control of yourself in this one, it would be better to focus on it.

[doeswhathewants]

Such a narrow view, I prefer a broader one.

[godofabs]

Being simple is a lot easier.

[doeswhathewants]

For some. For some that sort of thing comes naturally, for others it is most decisively not in their nature. Contrary to it, in fact.

[godofabs]

T'would suppose. I am not a man to think in complexities.

[doeswhathewants]

If that is your strong suit, then it is best to play to it. What wouldn't be simple as a god with a large magic hammer?

[godofabs]

It is as simple as that.

[doeswhathewants]

[There's almost a laugh, you're so personable.] Then may things ever be simple for you.

[godofabs]

I would say the same but I fear you would think it boring.

[doeswhathewants]

Observant. You would be entirely right about that.

[godofabs]

It is like someone else I once knew.

[doeswhathewants]

Who? [There's just the faintest feel of dread in the pit of his stomach, like the revealing of a great black pit with a precarious cover over it. And Thor's holding the edge of that cover. They were only nightmares, he tells himself.]

[godofabs]

It matters not now.

[doeswhathewants]

[And the dread is gone and the thought of it ever having been there is silly. The wave of relief is almost embarrassment.]

Something you're trying to forget? [Nosey.]