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“Hey! Pick on someone your own size.”

It was a stupid thing to say, especially since the guy was probably twice Billy’s size, but even more especially because his eyes, as well as those of his two companions, were now focused squarely on him instead of the woman they were holding at knifepoint. He even more especially cursed the little twinge of fear that had caused his voice to crack on the ‘hey’ but he stood resolutely, back straight, head held high, obviously striking fear into the hearts of these nefarious ne'er do wells.

“Get a load o’ this kid. Thinkin’ he’s some kinda Avenger or somethin’.”

The laughter wasn’t particularly appreciated. In retrospect, the tights were probably a bit much, no matter how much they accentuated his glutes. And the cape, that was just over the top, really. And don’t even talk about the wings attached to the headband that kept slipping down into his eyes. Gawd, this was an ill-prepared idea. But he was in it now and there was no turning back.

“Beat it kid before I smash your face in.”

“I’m sorry, Dave, I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

He couldn’t but help the snarky slip out with the confidence of one who clearly knew what he was doing and was very much not out of his league. As the assailants turned towards him, surely to just politely ask him again to leave the scene of their violent crime, Billy brought his hands up, a smirk on his face, and the electricity crackled between his fingers, feeling almost warm as a blue light reflected on his face. The sparks danced around his fingers for a moment before an arcing blast of electricity shot forward. It seemed to engulf the leader of this small, would be gang of hoodlums, crackling around his body as he grit his teeth in apparent pain, before he dropped to his knees.

“Who’s next?”

But his moment of bravado was cut short as the fellow took a moment to compose himself, shaking off the electric attack, climbed to his feet, and started lumbering towards Billy, their first target all but forgotten. Billy’s smile dropped into a frown but he kept his hands leveled and let off another blast of power. This time, the guy didn’t even go down, but paused in his walking for a moment before shaking it off. Billy didn’t know whether they were mutants or just freakishly strong or if he himself was pulling his punches of what, but he still realized that this situation was not going in his favor. Perhaps stalking the streets at night, looking for trouble, wasn’t exactly the smartest thing to do. You might just find it. God, he wished he was actually doing his homework at Sam’s, like he’d told his parents he was.

“Hey man, can’t we talk about this?”

His request went unanswered, except for them to continue forward. Billy backed away slowly, his hands raising in a plea for mercy instead of another attack, but it didn’t seem to matter. He’d pissed off this guy and his friends were closing close in behind him. Kinda made Billy wish he’d at least let Sam know he’d be doing something this stupid. His feet caught on the hem of his own cape (more of a bedspread really), snagging him up and pulling him down to his butt. Unhelpfully, his mind resolved to cut it a bit shorter for next time. If there was a next time. The three assailants advanced on him and he raised his hands to cover his face, whispering as frantically as he could under his breath,

“I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help.”


@THOR ODINSON If you want, Thor could have felt a magic compulsion from Billy’s chanting that kinda drew him to the scene or he could have just been passing by
Posted: Mar 22 2018, 10:51 AM
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Whilst there had not exactly been a 'situation' that evening, there had been an alert from one of Tony's machines - at this point, Thor had decided to just roll with it and help wherever he could - which had taken him out of the facility and into the heart of the city. He had not broken a sweat in the resulting combat, his smile one of grim resignation as he escorted those breaking the law to the relevant authorities.

One of the 'cops' had given him a doughnut, too, which had been nice. Midgardian treats were not to be sniffed at (no matter what Loki might have claimed) and Thor knew that that particular officer had made a lifelong friend in him that day (or, well, night).

Licking some of the residue sugar from his lips, Thor held Mjølnir tight and was about to return home for the night when something rather bizarre struck him. It started off as a tingling in the back of his head and then progressed into a something of a half-formed premonition. A whisper of some kind. "...Loki?" He stopped in his tracks, trying to determine what was happening.

When his eyes closed and his concentration kicked in, Thor realised that it was, in fact, a cry for help. One of his brother's tricks or not, he could not afford to take the risk. Not when there was potentially a human life in danger.

Honing in on the source of the distress - Thor blamed the voice - he broke into a run and came across the scene a few minutes later. Three fully-grown men, one woman and one youth. Seemingly of Earthly origins therefore strength was not necessary. Approaching quietly, he caught the woman's eye and offered her a smile and a 'thumbs-up'.

Then he cleared his throat and dropped Mjølnir to the ground with a clang to get the attention of the rest. "Hello. Three against two seems unfair. If you're looking for a more interesting battle, I'd suggest heading in this direction." His smile bordered on a smirk, seemingly unafraid of the potential danger they posed. Thor then raised a hand and hid it behind his back. "One-handed. It could almost be an even match."


Posted: Mar 25 2018, 05:21 PM
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“Oh my god, it’s Thor.”

That exact thought ran through Billy’s head as it was said aloud by one of the thugs that was about pound his face in. There he was, lying on the ground, feeling like an intense idiot, mumbling helplessly under his breath, when he felt that familiar tug in his chest, that meant something was happening. There was no flash of blue light, but he could tell that his desperate plea had been answered. And it became apparent just how much it’d been answered when the throat cleared and the bang of a giant hammer hitting the ground rang out. And then Billy was lowering his hands and there was his hero. The god himself. The man who’d featured prominently in several of Billy’s late night fantasies.

It was with bated breath and awestruck, widened eyes that Billy climbed to his feet backpedalling away from his attackers, dusting off the various detritus on his cape and leggings so as to look more presentable to his hero. The Asgardian certainly knew how to make an entrance, striking quite an imposing figure as he just stood there. Just stood there, like rescuing damsels in distress (Billy) was his every day job. Which it was, of course. Stupid. With the god of thunder standing there, it was almost embarrassingly clear how much Billy had based his outfit on Thor’s. From the red cape, the black leggings, the headband with the wings, it was all like a cheap knockoff of the real hero’s armor. Though the differences were still obvious; Thor’s was battle worn and scarred while Billy’s looked like it was made out of the various household objects he’d had on hand at the time. Which it was. Though he could feel his cheeks beginning to stain with the unconscious blush, he put on his most heroic voice and place off this happy coincidence (or magical summoning, he wasn’t entirely certain) as an intentional set up for these ne'er do wells.

“Y-yeah. That’s right! Now, now you’ve done it! Thor is here to rain down the thunder!”

What??????? He really needed to stop thinking he had what it took to engage in witty repartee. That, and watching bad cartoons. He vaguely wondered if there was some masterclass in superhero banter. Still, he hoped his false bravado would fool them long enough for the woman to get away (she was slowly creeping her way backwards away from what was sure to be a fight). But the three men’s attention were on the two men (one man and one boy) flanking them on either side. The one Billy had first attacked cracked his knuckles; apparently, those muscles weren’t just for show. The punch he aimed at Thor was definitely backed by some sort of super strength. It was one that would have leveled a normal man, but Thor was anything but a normal man.

“And I’ve got the lightning.” Billy raised his hands once more as the two other men made for him. Confidence wa sonce more leaking through him at the presence of one of the big dogs, though he was kicking himself for being so stupid and needing help in the first place. He could only anticipate the chewing out he was going to get about playing hero and playing around with forces he didn’t understand. Still, blue lightning once more shot out of his fingertips and engulfed the two men making for him. They were apparently slightly less formidable than their friend, as both let out shouts of pain as the electricity shot through them.

@THOR ODINSON I have never loved anything more in my life than that link <3333333 Also, Billy needs lessons in pulling his punches on normal people |=
Posted: Apr 4 2018, 02:37 PM
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In all honesty, Thor had not been paying much attention to the attire of the boy, more focused on the immediate threats and ensuring that the non-combatant could leave the scene as quickly and as safely as possible. But he was glad that he had been recognised - some humans were thrown-off by the lack of luscious flowing locks and that was just embarrassing. So he nodded in acknowledgement. "Yes, definitely me. God of Thunder."

At least no one on Earth called him lord. It was not that a difficult title to remember.

Then the boy started speaking and it took Thor a moment to realise that he must have engaged in some form of sorcery to transmit the message. Rain down the thunder had Thor chuckle his approval, head nodding a little before the battle started fully. He caught the fist thrown at him with his one free hand, smirking a little as he did so, before twisting it down and headbutting the man (one-handed combat, less stylish than he remembered it having been whilst training in his youth).

The move, however, barely seemed to daze the man as he aimed an uppercut at Thor's jaw. Unable to block it without going back on his word, Thor took the brunt of the punch and blinked before forcing the man's hand back into his cheek. As the man was stumbling backwards a little, Thor had time to anticipate the next punch and dodged out of the way, sending a strong kick at his chest and watching as he flew backwards, hitting the wall and sliding down, seemingly unconscious. Sheepish but trying not to show it, Thor briefly turned to the younger hero. "Nice cloak."

Then to the two electrocuted goons. "Do you yield or will my friend and I have to carry you to the authorities?" The edge of his lip twitched, waiting for a response. "His lightning works well but I am sure some more practice will not go amiss."


@BILLY KAPLAN | thor is the worst person to ask lol, he tries his best not to hurt too much & then feels guilty when people are in pain anyway
Posted: Apr 6 2018, 07:29 PM
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Sam had said he’d met Thor, but that second hand account did nothing to prepare Billy for the reality of the god’s sudden presence in his life. He seemed...kinda jockish, to be honest. There was an air of chivalry about him, definitely, some ancient and unspoken power of the gods that Billy was certain he would never be able to fathom...but something also reminded him a bit of a nicer Kessler, one who would actually help people instead of just shitting all over Billy. It was taking some superhuman power to keep his gaze locked on the two assailants who still writhed on the ground and not on Thor’s supernaturally perfect muscles as they bulged and contracted as he fought with his own superhuman opponent. And fought, past tense was definitely right, as it didn’t take long for Thor to execute a seamless takedown of his adversary. The man slumped against the wall and Thor was turning his attention onto Billy, complimenting his cloak, the cloak he had fashion after him.

“Uh, thanks.”

The uninspired answer was all he could manage in the light of the man’s gaze. It was one thing to hear Sam talk about being a superhero, it was another entirely to be face to face with a superhero he actually knew and admired. It again took considerable effort to twist his face from its awestruck expression to one of determined heroicness as Thor once again addressed the two remaining enemies. Billy’s head snapped around, quickly bringing his hands up again, to where he’d lost sight of the two others getting to their feet, fighting through the obvious pain, as various body parts continued to twitch. Instead of answering, the men ran over to their friend, threw his arms around their shoulders, and quickly made their way out of the alley, their unconscious accomplice in tow. Billy managed to wait until they had disappeared around the corner before bending at the waist and putting his hands on his knees, letting out a long keening noise, like some wounded animal, as he let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“Oh my god, thank you. That was getting seriously out of hand.”

Billy dropped down onto his haunches, letting his head drop between his legs as his heart slowly came to terms with the fact that he would not be dying today. He vaguely noticing that the woman he had tried to save, failed, and needed to be saved with, had disappeared. At least that was one less person to witness shame.

“My mom would’ve killed me if I wound up dead on the news playing around in a stupid cloak. Again.” The last time she’d caught him wearing a bedsheet as a cloak, he’d been sixteen, and while he hadn’t had any superpowers to hide back then, he had still been old enough for it to be pretty damn embarrassing and he would rather not relive that experience, especially not being pulled out of the Hudson on the six o’clock news. He twisted his head to look up at Thor standing there in his own cloak and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry.” He stood up quickly, perhaps a bit faster than his head liked as he was trying to wrap it around exactly what had just happened. He had been saved by Thor. And Thor was standing here, in all his “half a foot taller than me” glory. God, Billy hoped he wasn’t staring. But he knew he was.

“Should y...I mean, we go after them? Are we allowed to just let them leave?”

He was new to all this. He didn’t know the rules.

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Posted: Apr 17 2018, 12:35 AM
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