hey, just to let you guys know, im gonna be out of the country for about 11 days. im studying abroad in japan, but ill be (hopefully) writing some prose on the plane for you when i get back on the 29th :3
byeee~
(Source: thatdarndisney, via inherweb)
Tony, I think you might have a problem.
More like an addiction.
The list is ever growing…
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occ: after that first paragraph i was like “THOR IS BURDENED WITH GLORIOUS PURPOSE”I know, right? It’s horribly melodramatic. I am so sorry. I did warn everyone in the tags though how terrible it was. :P
i liked it, whatevs.
Okay. >_< Who’s responsable for this?
Oh dear God.
Dad, you were so adorable.
That’s a good way to put it.
I don’t know, Clint’s got a nice mullet.
Amora faded in and out of the explanation trying to relate the information to things she knew. The discussion of wormholes prompted her to mentioned the Bifrost and promise to show Bruce how easily she could get them home later. Even granting him permission to take measurements when she did so.
“Dangerous but perhaps beneficial,” Amora said thoughtfully, looking him in the eye and giving him a smile. “You would think your colleagues would be more willing to take the risk. Perhaps you have friends who would help you?”
They continued down the street and into the small restaurant where Amora looked around, quite amused by the sight of everything. It was dark wood inside with lots of dragons and green stones in it. She was delighted by the paintings and smells!
It was interesting to Bruce how with every scientific find he mentioned, there was some kind of magical explanation to accompany it. In a way, the magic was also a kind of science.
“Yes, it is beneficial,” he concluded. “There are only a few colleagues who oppose it; the real problem is when the media gets involved and warps the intent.” He opened the door for her as they entered the restaurant.
Amora seemed entertained by the atmosphere. Bruce beamed; all that worrying that he would bore her for nothing. She looked to be really enjoying herself. He told the waitress the reservation name and she led them down the hall to the hibachi bar. They passed large glass tanks with tropical fish and plants inside. Gongs and Japanese kimonos decorated the walls.
“How do you like it?” Bruce asked, smiling and pulling out Amora’s chair for her. “Is it more interesting than you expected?”
Bruce sat at his desk, typing equations into his computer. Tonight was his date with Amora, and he couldn’t concentrate. His palms were sweating to the point where the touch screen wasn’t registering his fingers anymore, which caused him to purse his lips and furrow his brow every few seconds in frustration.
He jumped back slightly as Amora appeared suddenly on his desk. He wasn’t expecting her so soon, let alone literally dangling in front of him. She looked lovely, and he let out a small, inaudible, “wow.”
Bruce looked down at his shabby, tweed suit. He was as ready as he would ever be. He took off his glasses and set them down on the desk. “Sure, let’s get going.” He took her hand to help her down. He noticed she was looking at some of his papers.
“It’s nothing—” he said with a weak smile. “Just some boring algorithms on the basis of quantum particle theory.” He remembered how science repelled pretty girls in high school.
Amora watched him stop his train of thought with a small smile dancing in her eyes. He was nervous, that much was certain and she had little to no idea what he was talking about but it couldn’t hurt to let him ramble on about it. Anything to make him comfortable.
“Tell me about it?” she linked her arm with his and gestured for him to lead the way out of the office area. She could have easily taken them where ever it was they were going but, from what she had seen, Midgardian men liked to be given the role of leaders. She would allow him his preferred station of being in charge for now.
Bruce was surprised when she asked about his work, but delighted. “Well, the algorithms depict a change in the rate of expulsion of energy around the…” His eyes lit up as he led her down the hall and to the elevator, rambling on about quantum mechanics and wormholes.
His words seemed to spill out of him, he was talking so quickly. But he seemed more at ease, talking about something he was comfortable with. They rounded a corner. The hibachi restaurant was just down the street. “And that’s why the particle acceleration theory is so important. With it, we can harness energy from the black holes formed.” He smiled at her as they walked out into the night air. “It would be a clean source of energy. Although,” he smirked, “there are people claiming that it’s too dangerous of an experiment…”
Amora poofed into the room appearing on Banner’s desk her legs crossed at the knee, her foot bouncing lightly. She was wearing a rather short silk, green dress and more sparkling silver jewelry than Midgard had ever seen. She smiled down at him placing a well-manicured hand over whatever papers he was reading. It was time to go out and have fun with him. He could stare at his papers another day.
“Are you ready, my dear?” she brushed her long hair back from her shoulder and picked up one of his papers. “What’s this?”
Bruce sat at his desk, typing equations into his computer. Tonight was his date with Amora, and he couldn’t concentrate. His palms were sweating to the point where the touch screen wasn’t registering his fingers anymore, which caused him to purse his lips and furrow his brow every few seconds in frustration.
He jumped back slightly as Amora appeared suddenly on his desk. He wasn’t expecting her so soon, let alone literally dangling in front of him. She looked lovely, and he let out a small, inaudible, “wow.”
Bruce looked down at his shabby, tweed suit. He was as ready as he would ever be. He took off his glasses and set them down on the desk. “Sure, let’s get going.” He took her hand to help her down. He noticed she was looking at some of his papers.
“It’s nothing—” he said with a weak smile. “Just some boring algorithms on the basis of quantum particle theory.” He remembered how science repelled pretty girls in high school.
You mad?
Nope.
Lighten up, Steve, it’s not that bad.
