<div class="floatleft">(https://img.nickpic.host/CIA7A5.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Myg Zheng [Ravager] (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347243.msg16349087#msg16349087)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Marvels Building Upstate New York City<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Training uniform<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Torrent, Mind Witch, Magni,<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><hr/>Myg was always highly aware of his surroundings. When you weren’t bullet proof or any kind of proof really, you sort of needed to be in this business. Kenichi passed by; he waved back. At some point they would need to spar. He wondered if he let himself be called Ken or was he traditional and such familiarity frowned upon. His father had been trained by MI6 and a few other covert agencies. He had files on everyone here but the files didn’t have deep psyche profiles because most of them were young adults and still in mental flux.<br/><br/>Turning back to Megan he nodded at the yellow spandex comment. The illusion was pretty neat in that she was capable of it, he still needed to work on that sort of thing. He looked ridiculous like that and snorted. “Yeah, I think that he was making fun of one of Wolverine’s outfits and seeing if he could rattle me. I’d look horrible like that.” Their parents were always doing that sort of thing, consciously or unconsciously testing them, each in their own way.<br/><br/>Myg was about to explain why the danger room when he caught onto what Megan was doing. “I have no real ability to do that sort of thing.” Well, he could sense everyone around them, just because you were invisible didn’t mean you weren’t thinking and a group link still took him a second to achieve. He did watch Megan go about it though, everything was a learning opportunity. He wondered if he could from a link with Megan and share his mental strength with hers. It was an idea. She was messing with Magni and playing with some big mythical motifs. Thanks to Magni, Modi and Malfactor…what was it with this generation of Asgardians and their nom de guerre…ok Magni and Modi were their actual names to be fair. Vincent Von Doom was just a jerk. “Yeah think of it as a warm up.”<br/><br/>Thanks to the three Asgardians, Myg had read all of those Eddas and Sagas of Voslungs and Icelanders to get a hold on what they baggage they brought to the table. Its easy to see the muscles and magic but that came with the price of someone wanting to have them or being mad at their parents and wanting to get even through their children. Waiting to see what kind of reaction Magni had only taken a second and he went full on Shakespear. That was pretty cool really. Listening to the seriousness in his voice along with what Magni actually said Myg felt he had to explain. “We’re just messing with you Magni.” Myg stated. “It’s a form of acceptance to build that trust you’re talking about. . We all …jest with each other and it breaks the metaphorical ice.”<br/><br/>The reaction the big guy had went beyond sporting fun. His father had told him that when you worked with strangers and they didn’t mock or mess with you a little, it meant they were never actually comfortable around you. They would just be professional, do their mission and then go to a bar without you. Seeing what was going on in Magni’s eyes and the little micro expressions on his face Myg shook his head.<br/><br/>“I actually have a very different take on your father and Jörmungandr.” he stated. “Captain America once told me that Thor already faced the Midgard Serpent and fell over nearly dead. He didn’t die because Hela wanted him to live in agony as his poison liquified his bones and organs. Eventually someone healed Thor and things carried on without Ragnarok happening. Then again, somebody messed with time, Jörmungandr returned and the count down was back on. Captain America remembers this because he was there with Thor. Most people don’t.”<br/><br/>“The point I’m trying to make Magni is that I have some difficulty with the absoluteness of the Norns or any of trilogy of sisters dispensing fate and destiny. They always talk in riddles; they never give you what you need to know and most of the time you only see what they were saying after the fact…like you could piece the puzzle that way if you had to see it from a certain point of view. Thiers.”<br/><br/>“Do I think that Thor will meet Jörmungandr again…sure, its a big cross roads. The one problem with the Norns is that they don’t talk about people like me or Megan. Do you think an end of the world battle is going to happen and we are just going to stand back and watch munching on popcorn?” Many of the next generation had powers and abilities that rivaled their parents now. Who knew what they could learn in a few years or a decade? Modi could heal, he just wasn’t seeing him watch his father die if he knew what was coming up. He was going to get into the idea that according to all that mythology, Magni and Modi were full brothers by the giantess Jarnsaxa, but that felt like quibbling.<br/><br/>“And another thing. Who said you aren’t worthy?’ he asked. It was like the Norns were bullying the big guy and it just didn’t sit well with him. “No one can bestow things like honour and dignity or rip them away from you. That is all up to you. The hammer is Thor’s. He needs it in the final battle, so it makes sense that it stays with him until he’s done with it.”