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[godofnicehair]

[Here's this guy that people may have seen around, and he looks so mad. He is also crushing a piece of paper.]

It vexes me to see that a man may defy mortal laws as he likes and yet take them up as weapons to serve the cause of enmity. 'Tis a mockery of a noble endeavor.

[Encrypted to PeterSpiderParkerman, Hank McCoy, Bobbi Morse, Tony Stark,

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[speedofnaked]

[Is this a six-foot-tall blond thunder god? Yeah okay that fits. Hey Thor, have a young, short, green-haired woman in return. Why is the action description longer than the actual tag here.]

... You're the one who abducted him?

[godofnicehair]

[There's a pause while he almost argues with her word choice.]

Osborn, aye.

[speedofnaked]

May I ask why?

[Well, she sounds... polite and nice enough. And definitely not bent out of shape about it.]

[godofnicehair]

He is a villain most corrupt; a man who has spilled the blood of innocents and noble warriors alike. He destroyed the brightest city in any realm, provoked by naught but his own arrogance. His very freedom imperils the mortals of this city and all others, yet they released him.

[and private]

[speedofnaked]

... Thank you.

[same]

[godofnicehair]

What for?

[speedofnaked]

Your honesty.

... I used to work for him. Before... [She trails off, but in-frame one of her hands make a rolling, indicative and almost dismissive gesture. An unspecified all this.]

[godofnicehair]

'Tis your good fortune that it has ended. He will take any that follow him into the very heart of madness.

[speedofnaked]

You seem to know him well. You're from the same world?

[godofnicehair]

Aye. The city I spoke of, that which he destroyed, is mine own. My father's kingdom, in truth.

[speedofnaked]

... I'm sorry for your and your father's kingdom. Did he... survive? Your father?

[godofnicehair]

[A surprised pause.]

Ah, no, forgive me, I was not...specific. My father has been dead some years. 'Tis habit to call the kingdom his, for I am no king.

[speedofnaked]

Oh! I assumed...

[She pauses too, cutting herself off with an exhale and a shake of her head.]

... I wouldn't have guessed you for royalty.

[godofnicehair]

No?

[speedofnaked]

You're not... [She pauses, pursing her lips; the rest comes out in the rushed tone of someone who realizes how bad they must sound.] ... a horrible flirt, and you don't look like a bear.

[What is context.]

[godofnicehair]

[A pause, which in this case is a mental double-take.]

A bear, my lady?