Meeting the Chariot

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[Liz has had an irritating few days, her husband has been reduced to a drone and probably forever, and she still was feeling a bit odd from the milk, food just didn't seem appetizing.]

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Park!

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[Sometime after Thor's conversation ends, Loki, skating by on the sidewalk, feels a familiar presence in the park.

Normally he can't sense people, but Thor's different. When Thor is in a place, he fills up the entire space. Some people call it presence, or having a large personality. But even if Loki can't hear Thor's booming voice, often he can tell by the feel of things that Thor is there.

He might as well say hello and see how the big lug is doing. Turning, Loki is about to head towards the presence when he realizes:

He doesn't see Thor anywhere.

Visibly confused, Loki scans the park again.]

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[Noticing the man, Elizabeth smiles cheerfully, stretching slightly]

You appear to be missing something... Perhaps I can assist you in finding what you quest for?

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[It's him!

...no, it's a her. She's him? But --

WHEN IN DOUBT TAKE REFUGE IN MOCKERY.]

You're awfully polite today, Thor. And petite.

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Ah yes... You speak of the mask I wear... I have made a pact to wear the power of the Thundering God, yet... I am not him. Merely wearing the visage of the Chariot.

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[UNLIKE THOR UP THERE, Loki's following what she says. His brows crease.]

Have you, now...

But Thor has no power here. How did you get your hands on -- on this?

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Ah, but powers are returned here. The power granted to me from the pact has been returned so I have all regained the ability to channel the strength of his hammer and thunder.

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[Okay...]

So you've got power from him, but he's got none.

[Loki bursts into laughter. THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING HE'S HEARD IN MONTHS.]

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I have the powers from A Thor... Perhaps not that one. On the world I come from the Gods of old had lost much worship and needed what pacts they could make to keep their legends strong.

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Oh but that's still so good.

[He calms down and stops holding his sides, giving her a grin.]

What can you do with your new powers?

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Thor is not an elegant persona... He wields thunder and lightning and he wields his hammer... It is well suited for combat, but, less well suited for other endeavors.

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No kidding. I could count on one hand the number of things he's good for.

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Why? He is an expert at smashing.... blasting... bellowing loudly... crushing... charging.... And he looks quite attractive in furs.

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I'll take your word for that last one.

[STRAIGHT, despite the rumors to the contrary]

I count his uses as fighting, hard work, brewing mead, being an easy dupe, and being infinitely exploitable for a meal and a bed.

...though I might have to give you bellowing.

Okay. A little over one hand.

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While not my cutest or most versatile persona, Thor is strong and in this place strength is useful. Is it not?

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I won't argue that.

...that's the second time you've called him a "persona." What do you mean by that exactly?

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The pact binds the power of a demon or God to the tarot... Thor is the lord of the Chariot, but, power bound to the cards is worn as one wears a mask. My master's master calls it the power of Persona.