<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nHeZWaE.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Magni Thorsson<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Marvels Building Upstate New York City<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White tunic, white trousers, leather boots<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ravager, Devils Nyght, Aegis, Roulette, Pandemic, War Bride, Mind Witch, Red Goblin, Torrent<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Within the main training room of what was now the Marvels complex, Magni was making use of equipment designed for use by the Hulk, Thor, and others of that strength category. It was a machine whose inner workings were no doubt elaborate and complex, making use of scientific principles that challenged and defied conventionally known theories in order to create something that could test the might of the gamma-fueled emerald giant and gods. Magni had set the device to its highest setting and was mildly pleased that it provided him with some modicum of challenge. It was not enough to truly tax the godly might of the son of þórr. Nor did it deplete in any significant manner his godly stamina. In fact, it seemed the opposite was true: Magni was placing strain upon the device by having it function at its maximum output for as long as he had. It gave a series of shrill beeps of warning, and read letters appeared upon the digital display screen that issued cryptic warnings and prompted an automatic shutdown before the device suffered a catastrophic failure.<br/><br/>Magni frowned, and stepped away from the huge device, watching it with a perplexed expression upon his face. The huge thing blasted Magni was heat as it engaged in an emergency heat shunt and there was a hissing as it began some esoteric process to cool its inner workings.<br/><br/>The demigod decided to leave the device be and allow the tinkerers to occupy themselves with it, should it require attention after the hard use Magni subjected it to. A few lengthy strides took him to where some free weights were arranged. The blue eyes of the demigod glanced over most of them without really looking, until his gaze got to weights in the multiples of tons. None of them were really in Magni's strength class, and lacking anything more pressing, he picked up a 50 ton weight. Magni began to play with it, twirling the central bar as a child might a baton.<br/><br/>The demigod paused, with 50 tons suspended above his head supported by a few fingers, bringing the weight's spin to a sudden halt. Adopting a more steady grip, Magni returned the weight to its proper place. The moment's amusement passed, and once more, Magni tried to make himself feel what his father felt for this world. Of all of the gods of Ásgarðr only þórr was called the friend of Miðgarðr. But nothing came. Magni was not sure what, precisely, he might feel, but no amount of exerting his will forged a connection between himself and the ground beneath his feet, though his paternal grandmother was Gaea herself. Perhaps, in time, Magni would come to feel it, and to feel something for this world as his father did.<br/><br/>But equally, he wondered if that absence of feeling was part of his carved destiny, and if that kinship with this world was part of the mysterious formula that made one Worthy of Mjǫllnir.<br/><br/>Magni did not allow himself to sink into deep melancholy, nor did he feel at the moment an urge to roam about in grief: it had taken þórr long and long to take up the hammer. Magni was not yet even a single century old. It was the stuff of a lifetime to become Worthy. And it was Magni's carved destiny to seek and strive for Worthiness, even if it was not his fate to achieve it. For an Asgardian, destiny is all.