Hela nodded slightly as she approached the throne room slowly “Now, Allfather, it’s your turn…What are you going to do?” She raised an eyebrow “I’m ready for everything but what about you? What about Midgard? You should send Thor to protect them”
Odin looked down at both women once more, listening to Hela’s words. She was not wrong, Midgard would not be able to defend themselves without some sort of help. And they knew thor already. - Yes, I do agree, Thor is a person they trust. I shall speak to him. What will you do Hela? It is known you’re not particularly loved here in Asgard, or in any realm for that matter. Who will you ask for help? How will you help?
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Clint made his way to the room- almost feeling like an idiot when he realized that it was the room that he’d had his eye on. The fact that SHEILD couldn’t snag it should tipped him off in the first place. This entire mission had been heading south from the get go- he’d been off his game thanks to being out of the field for so long. This is what happened- he got sloppy and he was beaten to his target by someone else and then he ended up having to track down his competitors. He needed more than anything else just to make sure she wasn’t working for the wrong people.
Clint glanced at the photo once more before tucking it into his pocket- that face, he couldn’t place it but he was sure he’d seen it from somewhere. Was she someone on SHEILD’s most wanted? He couldn’t be for sure and that seemed to only make him that much more determined to find out who this woman was. He slipped on his sunglasses and pulled his hood down over his head as he reached the door. He had his hand gun tucked in his jeans with the silencer- he didn’t plan to use it unless forced into it, it was mostly there for intimidation and self-defense. Clint took a calming breath and rapped on the door twice without any answer. He didn’t doubt that she was on edge possibly prepaired for anything. A kill gave a person those reflexes but Clint was a master at working around them and he was pretty good an conning people to.
“Kelly? Hey, I forgot my key,” he called out in a heavy accented voice, “I forgot my key and I got lost again. I swear this hotel is more confusing than one of those round-a-about traffic things.”
Hopefully it’d work- he’d managed this same trick once or twice before- of course one of those times he’d ended up on the wrong end of a frying pan but hopefully this time went a little better.
“Kelly? Come on, I’ve been wondering around this place for at least twenty minutes, please open the door?”
He kept his face angled away from the peep hole and his body in a nonthreatening stance. He could pull this off and if it came down to it he knew the sweet spot on most hotel doors- one kick and it’d shatter just the right way. He didn’t want to cause a scene- in and out worked best for him it meant less hassle and less possibility for someone getting hurt .
Mel stopped once a voice came from the other side of the door. It was a heavy accent and it seemed like someone who had gotten the wrong room. But she was suspicious now, that was a well known trick, it was the oldest in the book. But she hesitated. He was only one…she could manage that couldn’t she? She was sure she did. She placed the grid back in place and walked to the door, but kept her cover, leaning against the wall instead of the door, away from any gunfire that may come through the door.
- You’ve got the wrong room, there is no Kelly here. - She replied back, her hand grasping on the knife tightly in case he was the assassin and decided to force his entry. Again, she was not stupid, she did not wish to get injured nor to make a fuss in the middle of the hotel. But then again…they were in a virtually empty corridor, she was smart enough to make sure the rooms around her were not taken. Privacy was key to every hit. She didn’t want people sneaking by.
She waited patiently for the man’s reply.
The back room definitely had a strange air to it and a similar feeling to one back in a witch’s lair. Deciding, the hunter was just tightly wound from the plane ride and the situation of being in a different timeline, he took a seat. Arms crossed tightly across his chest as observant gaze left Jaq, finding a fascination in a chipping in the floor near his foot.
Only when he was addressed did Hansel look back up, expression not changing in the slightest. “Augsburg, Germany. 1334,” he said bluntly. ‘Twas odd: the way the words sounded as they left his lips. Someone claiming to be from the 14th century surely would end up in the madhouse these days. Back home probably was a different story, and one that did not end well.
Hansel leaned forward, elbows pressing into his knees. “If you can help, what exactly do you plan on doing?”
Jaq whistled, impressed by how far away he was from his proper time. Mel looked at Jaq with a serious gaze. - Are you certain you can help us? Well, him. - She said, correcting herself.
Jaq glanced at both of them and nodded. He was certain he could do it. - Yes, I believe I can doo et. Just need a few tings. - He said and then looked at Hansel since he was the target in need of help. - Do ye have anyting from that time? A watch, cloting, anyting at all? - He asked. - I need someting from that time to perform the spell. And we shall need to travel to the place. If I perform the enchantment here, he will appear here, just in his time-uh.
I couldn’t help myself and I just can’t get rid of Mel. She’s just too important to me. However, I know she is not 100% under my grasp and so she may slip away easily yet again.
What I will do is have this blog on semi-hiatus for as long as it needs to be. Having Jack and now Drogo, takes most of my time. 99% of my partner replies once a day or every other day so what I will do is this:
- I will keep Mel and still RP but will only reply to things once, maybe twice a day.
I decided this because I don’t really want to delete her, not really, and I feel that what makes her go away so often is not only the lack of activity throughout the day but also because it’s hard to keep things separate between mun and muse. I share her feelings and some opinions of her and that affects me sometimes.
This being said, I will reply to every thread tomorrow and we’ll see if this works afterall. Again, this is a semi-hiatus situation, so I will tend to replies when my muse allows me to, and just end up lurking the rest of the day if I feel like it. This will not take my focuse away from my other two blogs, it’s just a last attempt to keep my single OC and female muse, which I adore to no ends.
Hopefully you don’t hate me that much from scaring you about the deletion of the blog and now taking it back <3 and since I am on hiatus, I may not accept new threads for now, so that I don’t overwhelme my muse.
I am going to delete this blog. Yes I know it is a sudden decision but one I have been considering for quite sometime. I was hoping that my muse would not slip away from me yet again and I’m so sorry to all of you.
You have been amazing to me and I feel terrible to just…delete like this :( If you’d like to follow my other blog, just go here. I am so, so sorry, I love you all and our threads but Mel just seems to have disappeared from me yet again and when it’s in such a short period of time…it’s time to drop it all.
I feel like a terrible partner :’( I will leave this up for one or two days before I delete it completely <33 Love you all so much!!!!
I’ll be lurking
“Do not worry about Odin, he has heard all the conversation and I’m sure he will do something” Hela replied quickly, just to make disappear the mixed feelings she had deep inside her heart. Her father could be so annoying but she couldn’t stop love him even if she try to.
They walked back to the throne room, because Hela knew that Odin would like to talk with them once again.
Mel wasn’t used to be treated with such sharp remarks but she understood Hela and did not blame her for snapping at her. She kept quiet as they made their way back to Odin’s side. He was silent for a moment and then sighed. - So…it does seem your files are correct.
I’m proud of you.
It was easy to say that when most of your children were monsters or dead, but, somehow, Hela felt his voice dancing in her mind. It was the first time those words escaped from his mouth and she wanted to believe that he was being honest.
The goddess sighed again “Stay safe, father” She whispered and then, finally looked at Mel “Let’s go, Mel…we have things to do”
Mel nodded at Hela and they both left the cell of her father. They had done everything they could, Loki refused to cooperate and obviously there was little they could do about it now. But at least they knew for sure that he had Thanos help in all of it and they were now pretty certain that Thanos wanted to use the Tesseract for the war to come. And this was bad news…for all of them.
- Will Odin intervein? He didn’t confess to anything but his silence was pretty much the answer we were looking for. - Mel asked, after a few moments of silence. She figured she should respect Hela’s thoughts and didn’t mention anything about the compliment her father gave her a few moments earlier.
getting to replies :D
