Surfing the Web

[Thor]

Thor watched the trio of small girls as he walked toward them. They seemed to have access to very advanced equipment for their apparent youth. They chattered amongst themselves, seemingly unaware of Thor’s approach. He did not usually seek aid in the form of such young allies, but perhaps their technology could succeed where his Hammer had failed. He walked toward them, red cape flowing behind him. As he drew closer to them, Thor could hear that they were talking about jobs and alliances and the like. They were talking about politics, and worse they spoke of it in the same dialect that Iron-man and his different creations used. Thor found it somewhat confusing, yet comfortably familiar. It reminded him of shawarma. He smiled at the fond memory of him and his comrades sharing a victory meal. He entered into the girls circle.

“Hello, young maidens. My name is Thor. You seem well versed in your equipment. Do you have a device to communicate with others beyond a the gates? I must reach my companion at Death Mountain and the gate to the realm he is in seems to be warded against me. If you are able to assist me I will gladly lend you my services as a warrior and guardian.”