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[There’s a girl staring down at the netbook in blank incomprehension. Observant people might notice the burn scars on her hands, crawling up her neck. Slowly, her gaze drags upwards to see the light that indicates the camera’s on, and recognition flickers in her eyes. She sets the netbook down and sits on a bed nearby, curling her feet under her. One hand is clenched around a bow, and the quiver is on her back already] You can see me, can’t you. [It’s not a question, and she doesn’t even appear to be addressing the camera.] Of course you can. They’re always watching.

It was supposed to be over. All of this. The fighting, the killing. It was supposed to be over. And don’t tell me there might not be killing. You don’t hand a victor a weapon and expect them not to use it.

[She stands, swiftly, drawing an arrow from the quiver and setting it on the string in one smooth movement. It’s aimed at the netbook. The expression on the girl’s face is almost too intense. A smile touches her lips, but there’s nothing positive in the expression] If you want me to fight for you, I’m going to need you to bring me Peeta.

[Her arms jerk up, aiming elsewhere, and the arrow is released. There’s a crash that indicates she hit something, and judging by the look of hard satisfaction in her eyes, it’s what she wanted to hit.] I could use Haymitch, too.

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[district7]

[And change their skin color using mystical space magic, but who's counting?]

The kind where people don't fight fair. You can thank our leaders for it.

[godofshawarma]

[ VOODOO. IS IT VOODOO. ]

It is cowardice. My sympathies to the people of your realm - may your leaders' fall be swift and those replacing them be men of valor.

[district7]

They've been dealt with. It's still fresh for her.

[EVERYONE I LOVE IS DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD.]

[godofshawarma]

She considers this fight the same as the last; the battlefield carrying on. [ There's a pause while he looks concerned for a moment. A girl her age shouldn't be plagued by such things. But it is what it is. ] I am Thor, son of Odin. And you are?

[district7]

She's always been pretty brainless. Once she catches on, she'll deal. [Or she hopes, at least. Johanna raises an eyebrow at his formal introduction, but makes no comment.] Johanna Mason.

[godofshawarma]

Like you, she seems very capable. I'm certain she will be fine. [ once she stops trying to shoot people or whatever. and stops being so angry. ] Well met, Johanna Mason.

[district7]

[Considering him for a moment.]

You're from the past, aren't you?

[godofshawarma]

That depends on what you are calling the present.

[district7]

This, I guess. You talk like you're from some other time.

[godofshawarma]

I had been under the impression this place is far in the future of anyone's time. [ a beat ] It was 2012 when last I was in Midgard. Earth.

[district7]

Their technology is better, but it might not be too far from us. I'm not sure. [Frowns.] You've been to other places. Like this one?

[godofshawarma]

Other realms, yes. But not as this one - this one is unknown to us. It is the only one I have known to pull individuals from other realms in so easily at such high a rate.

[district7]

That's comforting.

[godofshawarma]

How so? [ if that was sarcasm, it went straight over his head ]

[district7]

That was sarcasm. [She'll teach you, Thor.]

[godofshawarma]

[ Frown. boo, he missed something again. ] You mortals seem excessively fond of that instrument.

[district7]

You're a sharp one.

[godofshawarma]

Sarcasm yet again. I am catching on, am I not? [ Derpy smile here. He knows you're making fun of him and he's just gonna roll with it. ]

[district7]

Slowly but surely. Keep it up and we'll get you a reward.