so a fated hero walks into a bar...

[sailorheavymetal]

It's been kind of a long day. Even with Mjolnir giving her a boost, Darcy definitely feels like she just got her ass politely kicked by a warrior goddess.

So when she opens the door on Milliways instead of her living room, she brightens right up.

"Hello, favourite bar! I love you, favourite bar," she proclaims, and takes long Sif-like strides all the way to Bar to grab herself some hot chocolate and an ice pack for her left shoulder.

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[nita_callahan]

"Yeah," rueful, "I'll bet."

She props her chin on her hand. "It's cool that you actually get trained. The last guy I knew who got chosen by an ancient mystical weapon was just kind of thrown into the deep end."

[sailorheavymetal]

"I did my time in the deep end, believe me," she says. "Now I get the training."

[nita_callahan]

"Better late than never."

Although she sounds more wry than anything about that.

The Powers can be real jerks about the late versus never thing.

[sailorheavymetal]

"Hey, I kicked the giant fire-breathing robot's ass," she says with a shrug. "It's cool."

[nita_callahan]

". . . Do tell."

[sailorheavymetal]

"...Um, so Thor," she says. "Pissed off more people than just Mewtwo, it turns out. One of 'em sent a giant fire-breathing robot to Earth to kill him, and it was wrecking everything in sight, and he was kind of lacking in the magic hammer department, so I had to step up."

[nita_callahan]

Nita blinks.

"That sounds, um, not fun."

[sailorheavymetal]

"You are very right about that," says Darcy. "So, so right."

[nita_callahan]

"Everyone get out okay?"

[sailorheavymetal]

"Yep!"

[nita_callahan]

"Good." She quirks a smile. "That's the important part."

[sailorheavymetal]

"Well, duh," says Darcy.

[nita_callahan]

Her grin widens.

"--Oh, sorry, you told me your name and I didn't say mine." She offers a hand. "Nita Callahan."

[sailorheavymetal]

"It's cool," Darcy assures her, shaking her hand.

[nita_callahan]

"Nice to meet you."

[sailorheavymetal]

"Same!"

[nita_callahan]

"So what's your when?"

[sailorheavymetal]

"2011, you?"

[nita_callahan]

"2012, New York."

[sailorheavymetal]

"Cool," she says. "How's the future?"

[nita_callahan]

"No flying cars yet," she says, with the air of an automatic response.

[sailorheavymetal]

"Damn," she says, snapping her fingers ruefully. "Ruin all my fun, why don't ya."

[nita_callahan]

"I'm pretty sure they're not going to be energy efficient until we globally switch over to nuclear power or something like that, anyway. Sad truth."

[sailorheavymetal]

"Well, if you have to be practical about it."