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[Amora scoffs.] Please. Dust implies a sedentary lifestyle, something with which I am unfamiliar. Perchance thee remember who supplied thy court with precious golden apples for so long.

An arena, you say? And wouldst thou fight for your lady's amusement, O Mighty Thor? [The honorific left Amora's lips teasingly.]

Roaring Dare

Admittedly, mud and grime are not my preferred methods of ‘getting dirty’ [Amora paused, rolling the Midgardian phrase around on her tongue], but thou shalt not hear me complain of it. Magic is indeed where my comfort lies, but I am not incapable of feats of strength. [She planted a playful punch on Thor’s bicep, a hit powerful enough to bruise a mortal, but would cause naught but a slight discomfort to an Asgardian, much less one so powerful as Thor.]

This way lies the trade’s market. [Amora pointed out as she followed Thor’s lead. She looked up at him, curious.] 

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"You do not say," Amora cooed, eyebrows raised in mock incredulity. It was hard to imagine someone would think her so daft as to not recognize that. "I had meant the program from which you had chosen thy previous guise." She raised her eyebrows in a clear statement of 'you remember the one?'.

Letting her eyes trail the creamy expanse of Raven's body and revealed flesh, Amora stopped short upon catching the other girl's appreciative stare. Painted pink lips quirked upward, Amora shifted, allowing her skirt to rise further.

"You see something that pleases you?" Despite the upwards lilt at the end, it was more of a statement than a question.

Skins- Amora & Raven

Raven took in a deep breathe, this girl just didn’t give up now did she. She liked that. “It’s my gift, I am not going to let it go to waste.” She answered back.

As Amora sat beside her, Raven let her eyes wander once more. Tentatively examining the area where her skirt had rode up. “It’s called a Television, it plays moving pictures and has sounds.” She snapped out of her staring when the blonde asked the ridiculous question. Her voice was if she was talking to a child.

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Competition implies that both parties stand an equal chance at victory, which I am sure that you will find is not the case. [smiles a predatory smile, stepping forward to circle Azazel, like a lioness stalking her prey.]

A wager, then. If thee by some turn of fate emerge victorious, I shall oblige in thy demands. However, when I win ...

New Faces || Amora & Azazel

  If it is a display of my powers that thee seek, you need only ask.

As for whatever else you would have displayed … perhaps we can reach some manner of agreement.

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Smirking, Amora shrugged a single, slender shoulder. She allowed the assumed form to bleed away, leaving her back in her own, well-loved form.

"I care not," she said baldly, expression one of a viper who had just caught sight of a mouse. "My own form is far more pleasing. I have no need to hide in the guise of another." Pale hand skimming across the soft fabric of the couch, Amora walked around to take a seat next to Raven. She crossed her legs, skirt riding high up on her thigh.

"What is this?" She asked, instantly caught by the flashy images on the screen in front of them.

Skins- Amora & Raven

Raven turned her head slightly to look at the girl and saw her exposed bosom instead. It wasn’t an awful sight, especially since they were a reasonable size. “I guess that’s what you can call me.” She smirked when she saw Amora shift into a likeness of herself. At first it was a surprise, but then she saw her flaws in shifting and a small laugh escaped her lips. 

"Nice try, but you’ll never be able to replicate me." Raven faced the TV once more, entertained at this female beside her.

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If the stars were indeed at war, a simple Midgardian would have far more pressing matters to engage in than methods of storage and water temperatures. 

I may just teleport you to Jotunheim and see if thy opinion remains the same.

The leaves are turning

Too … grassy?

Well winter is far too snowy.

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Too ... grassy?

Well winter is far too snowy.

The leaves are turning

Autumn is by far my favourite season.

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Most beautiful person besides your self?

Beloved Thor. Another reason why he is the only man worthy of me. 

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Most beautiful person you've seen here?

Easy. Myself, of course.

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Honesty hour. Nothing will be unanswered, ignored or deleted.

band-waggoning woop woop

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The leaves are turning

Autumn is by far my favourite season.

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Amora frowned delicately, the expression born more of curiosity than irritation. It was not often that any person of either gender turned so callously from the Enchantress, and that wink ... 

"A shapeshifter?" Amora stepped up behind the other blonde, folding her arms across the backrest of the couch. Leaning forward, the position left Amora's chest pushed out, making her appear even more buxom than usual. "Not bad."

Smiling, Amora took quick stock of the girl in front of her and shifted her own body into the girl's likeness. It wasn't nearly as well-done as the other's transformation had been - Amora's eyes were still green, golden hair just a shade too curly near the ends. The likeness was still uncanny.

Skins- Amora & Raven

Raven quickly glanced over the girl in front of her, she was pretty enough. Definitely the type that got all the guys attention and that didn’t bother her. “Oh really?” She raised an eyebrow and shifted back to the human form she had taken as herself. “I hadn’t noticed.” With a wink, she turned her head back to the TV and changed the channel. The girl was attractive, but usually girls like that weren’t adventurous to be with woman and Raven had come to accept that. 

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Amora stepped into the student lounge, green eyes surveying its contents as a queen may look over her kingdom. She did not spend much time in this room, as its only entertainment was the television, and Amora had not yet learned how to work that particular piece of Midgardian innovation. The room was already occupied by someone who apparently did not share Amora's technological difficulties.

"Greetings," she replied to the unfamiliar face, peeking over the back of the couch. The girl was pretty, but still not in league with the Enchantress herself, Amora decided. Movement in the peripheral of her vision caught Amora's attention, and her eyebrows drew together as she was faced with two sets of the same eyes staring at her.

"Thou art on the screen," she pointed out, voice indifferent, but with a questioning lilt at the end.

Skins- Amora & Raven

Raven sat in the schools lounge, her eyes set on the TV that hung on the dull walls that surrounded her. She sighed, flipping through the channels to find something remotely entertaining. In her mind, this century was boring and idiotic. The things that pleased their minds were shows about slutty girl’s lives, sex, and drugs.

Raven stopped on a channel, looking over the close up of the obnoxiously beautiful girl smiling. Looking down at her herself, she felt her skin shift to match the small smiling girl on the screen. She reached up a hand, feeling her face. Smooth, unlike her normal form which had mystical markings throughout it. 

The sounds of footsteps had alluded Raven’s mind until she heard the creek of the floor boards. Her head shot to face whomever was behind her, the face of the actress still replacing hers. “Hello there.” She smirked.

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Large Magellanic Clouds & Tarantula Nebula NGC 2070

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If it is a display of my powers that thee seek, you need only ask.

As for whatever else you would have displayed ... perhaps we can reach some manner of agreement.

New Faces || Amora & Azazel

  Aye, I am certain that alone is thy reasoning. [Amora’s lip quirks in an amused little smirk. Her hand trails down the sinuous dip of her waist, perching on the swell of her hip.]

Not all of us possess the benefit of such obvious intimidation. I consider it a public service to disallow the simpletons from underestimating me.

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"Coffee?" Amora chirped, noticably intrigued. She crept up behind Clint and peered over his broad shoulder, taking stock of his actions. The last time Amora had tasted coffee had been during her date-not-date with Johnny Storm. She had enjoyed it immensely, and wondered if Clint knew how to make that delicious white froth.

"I will admit that your Midgardian take on cooking baffles me," Amora said, eyes fixed on the smooth movements of Clint's hands as he prepared their meal.  "Where I am from we give food little more treatment than baking flour into bread and curing or roasting meat."

BANG || Amora & Clint

"I don’t know what that or nor do I want to find out…" Clint said warily as he stared at the cardboard before he started to dig around in the fridge, chewing on his lip. "Since that’s kind of… Out of action would coffee and grilled sandwiches be sufficient?" He offered up a smile as he started on the coffee, even if she didn’t want any he felt like some.

 He pulled out the necessary ingredients and then turned to wash his hands, humming a quiet tune under his breath as he did, moving throughout the kitchen steering well clear of the microwave.

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Fear radiated from the portly warrior so strongly it was almost tangible. Amora accepted his courtesies with the grace befitting her queen-to-be status.

"So it seems my mind has not been playing tricks on me. How very fortunate. I had thought it would be much longer a wait before I was graced once more by the presence of one of the great Warrior's Three." she said with a cloying, insincere kind of sweetness. There was no ill will in her heart - or at least very little, not against Volstagg, nor the remaining two members of  his merry troupe. Surely he understood that their last meeting had been business, and this one under circumstances entirely differing. Amora believed that in a time like this, it was only sensible for the Asgardians to band together in a show of solidarity. 

"So what has brought thee here? Did the Allfather send you to keep watch over Thor? And what of Fandral and Hogun?"

What to Do | Amora & Volstagg

Volstagg’s wandering look on his face turned into and expression of fear, and then forced calmness. “Ah, Amora. You look-” he swallowed “beautiful as always.” Volstagg reminded himself that Amora the Enchantress was -supposedly- not trying to kill him anymore. He bowed down and pecked Amora’s fair hand, trying to be as polite as he can be. "How does thee fare? Our… friend, Thor informed me of your being here." Volstagg’s not one to be negative, but even now it was hard for him to act friendly to a character who, let’s say not so friendly, in the past. He tried to push those thoughts aside, convincing himself that what Thor said was right. That she wasn’t up to more trouble. Volstagg smiled, calming himself down.

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When have my actions been for the benefit of others? I am doing this for my own entertainment, if it pleases thou as well, then I shall consider it a fortunate coincidence. [smiles conspiratorially]

Come, Erik. Break the law with me.

I've never felt to school to be so.. unalive

Then it is fortunate that I am here. Mischief making and - what do you Midgardians call it? - disturbing shit - ? - are specialties of mine.