#bargainbinmuses

“HAHA! Funny, right?!” Navarro tells Mayabelle the story of one of his battles when using his bombs. The most memorable one that got people laughing is using a stink bomb against the Lupins, a former enemy faction of teen werewolves. 

“Yeah, they think they can kick my ass by surrounding us but I got a surprise for them! A stinky one that smells like rotten eggs and sweaty socks! It was so bad that those mutts had to run with their tails between their legs. You don’t even need sliver to beat them. Just mess with their noses and they’ll be crying for weeks! That smell won’t get rid of for a whole month. I know it because my hoodie still smells like that for a month!” 

“B-b-but it really looks bad, mister!” Taz cried, “Let me get you some help! Oh! I know! Ophelia! She knows what to do!!” Taz takes out her smartphone given by her friends if there’s an emergency. 

“Okay! Don’t worry, Murdo! You’re going to be fine!!!!” Taz cried as she dials the phone immediately, hoping for the healer would pick up. 

❀: Our muses toilet paper / egg a house together.

( They totally would! ) “Ha! Nice one!” Navarro complimented Maybelle for her great work of designing the exterior of the house and its yawn. With toilet paper and eggs! 

“Tch...this is nothing, Maybelle. Trust me.” Navarro huffed as he rolls his shoulder as if handling explosions that almost blow up in his face isn't nothing. As there are literally burns on the right of his body. Mostly his arm.   “It’s going to take a while to heal though.” He sighed. Yep, he’s not concerned at all. 

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“Oh I’m sure yer just anxious in hittin’ that hammer ‘cross my head, sendin’ bone and brains splatterin’ everywhere in front of the Master. Like a big ol’ watermelon cracked open on a hot sunny day. Hell, I’ll bring the heat to save ya the trouble if that’s what yer asking, skippin’ this Yule and goin’ straight to next summer!” He cackles and the old chains clang against the ground as he whips them. 

The Avenger’s blood boils at her goading, yet it is always ever patient in his endeavor to annihilate everything Thor and the Aesir always stood for. The slowly rising air temperature dies down. Damn is it hard to control this saint graph when there are other Norse servants slithering about. Usually, his apparitions are more composed, but the influence of his legends and especially this class when summoned isn’t helping. Even with this new appearance she hasn’t changed a day since his imprisonment. Someone with her temperament can never appreciate the refined taste of a finely aged revenge and murder! If One-Eye still isn’t bothered enough to teach her the nicer things in life, then ol’ Loptr’s gotta do it himself.

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Allfather is the title humans have bestowed upon him many years ago. The overseer of the slain, creator of the realms, literal father to many; what little he had in common with the other continental patriarchal gods, this aspect is one of the few things they shared.  

Odin watches her bright-eyed expression with a sincerity she would never shake even into adulthood. It is very unlike himself and he could guess why. It may be his title, but even the man can admit he isn’t the most present of parents. The wandering king’s stay in Asgard is never for too long, even if the knowledge he brings could be for the greater good. The call for travel is too great, his own selfishness unwilling to give up that old habit of his. 

He knows she’ll grow out of the days off running into his arms, nearly toppling him over, when he returns from another journey, or in this case, a mission with the Master. The strongest warrior in the Nine Realms, her own duties will force her away from home just like her father. But at least now in Chaldea, he can give her move of those “good days”, exchanging stories of their misadventures and sparring, as if they were back on Asgard.