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[As the video starts a wily looking redhead can be seen propped up against the headboard of one of the palaces overly ornate beds, one arm tucked behind his head. His other arm is otherwise occupied with maintaining visual quality. Aside from some empty bottles on his bedside table the room he's in appears to have seen very little use like he's attempting not to leave an indelible trace of his being here.]

It took me a minute and a dislocated finger or two to believe this [nods in the general direction of the bracelet] ain't coming off.

[He might have been told that he couldn't remove it, but he had to follow his own urges anyway.] Fits me like a second skin.

[Tilting his head a bit he surveys an area just beyond the video as though he's taking in the room and his surroundings. Like he hasn't seen it before, but he has, of course.] Nice, right? Languishing in all of this luxurious despair. I feel so fancy...but you're not here to listen to me snap gum and crack wise, right? I'll get to the point.

[He adjusts himself, sitting up a little straighter so the can use his other arm for gesturing, continuing in his casual, unhurried way.]

I'm looking for some someones [he holds up a single finger] a tall guy, bald, and not nearly as handsome as yours truly, but he does rock a nice pair of shades...I'll give him that [holding up a second finger he moves down his list of people]...a talkative, blonde-haired chippy, more spunk than sense most days...but her heart is in the right place...I guess...[holding up a third finger he moves on...are these supposed to be friends? Who knows.]...and a guy with long, dark hair, serious expression...you know...the it's-been-a-decade-since-I-last-had-a-shit kind of expression.

[he looked at the three fingers as though he might be contemplating an additional finger, and an additional person.

Nope. He's good.]

They'll refer to themselves as the Turks...if that sounds familiar then we might need to have a chat.

[He moves as if to end the feed before halting himself and adding finally.]

I'm Reno...of the Turks. [That last bit is important.]

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[momsboy]

Annoying, aren't they? [ The bracelets, Peter means. He also has very little love for them. Fancy handcuffs are still handcuffs. ]But I know what happens if you don't have that kind of magic binding yoru body to this realm, is better to keep them on.

As for your friends, just check the network. It has a list of all the newcomers form other world. If their names aren't on it, they are not in Asgard.

But...the Turks, really?

Name's Peter Quill, Star-Lord, of the Guardian of the Galaxy.

[ He understands the importance of titles as well. ]

[hotshock]

As annoying as any leash, unless you're domesticated of course. It makes it harder to be covert. [Reno was far from domesticated and he didn't like the idea that this thing was stuck to him like a fancy tracking device.] Don't leave me in the dark pal, what happens if you take them off?

[If there's a need to know, he has a need to know.]

Hmmm...put me in something I can drive or fly and I'm fine, tech more complicated than that takes a minute. [And he can rig explosives, but that's just entertainment.]

That's what they call us, the Turks is more economical than calling us the Investigation Sector of the General Affairs Department. Fewer syllables that way.

[A man who understands the importance of titles is someone he can get along with.]

Star-Lord? Flashy title, did you give it to yourself? [He'll poke you with it though]

[momsboy]

Think of it as a safety belt. Of course, he will share, no worries. I was in the group of the first wanderers, the people who arrived at Asgard without knowing how or why. I remember opening my eyes to this world, then feeling a sharp pain for a second, then nothing. The next time I opened them, I was in a room with Freya and Sigyn greeting me to this world. I'm pretty sure I died and then came back to life.

The bracelets keep us tethered to this world, let the magic here keep us alive. The gods had to create them so we could live. I didn't want to choose a god, back then I didn't care if I lived or died. Tyr took me as one of his own to save me from a second...no, wait, third death. I had already died once in my world. It's not pleasant, I don't recommend it.

Ah, yes...a short name it's easier to remember. I'll give you that. So are you like the FBI? The police?

[ Yes, excellent. Peter gives a smile at the question but it's a bit subdued. ]

Someone important gave it to me. I'm keeping her memory alive using it. And well, I lived among the stars so it was fitting.

[hotshock]

I'll take your recommendation to heart, I like living and I don't intend to die a fool's death so I guess I'll put up with the accessory...for now.

[Reno's job was dangerous, but he knew when to fold and when to remove himself from a situation where he was outclassed. Live to fight another day an all that, he was remarkably keen on self-preservation.]

Police? FBI? I don't know what these things are, but the Turks are an intelligence agency of sorts: recon, black ops, espionage...unsavory things that people either can't or won't do but it needs to be done [or not, he's done some despicable things in his time, but that was neither here nor there] it's not a job you can resign from, so the severance package is...a nightmare.

[Retiring makes you a liability, what with all the secrets.]

Someone important huh? Kind of a rare thing in my line of work, but good on you for keeping her memory alive. Can't say we've made it to the stars where I'm from, no funding for the space program. It was a bit of a letdown for...some.

[momsboy]

Taking off the bracelets seems to be impossible so you don't have to worry about those coming off by accident of someone pulling them off of you.

[ Peter is the same way and he tries to be practical. No point of risking one life uselessly. ]

Ah, going by that description then you do sound like the FBI in my world. Do you also wear suits dark glasses? I'm wondering if the look is universal.

[ It also sounds a bit like the mafia, especially the 'not being able to leave' part but Peter keeps that to himself. He was a Ravager, he ain't got the right to judge. ]

Yeah. And thanks, man. You would be surprised how many people here don't get the importance of an outlaw name. To be honest, I'm kind of an oddity myself, people from my home planet doesn't travel to outer space all that often, or even very far away. I got kidnapped by aliens when I was 8 years old, funny thing that.

[ No, it was not funny at all. But space is his life now, so he deals with it. ]

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[draumstafir]

I don't think I've met any of those people, but I'll try to keep an eye out for them if you like.

[ and now that common courtesy pleasantries are taken care of, time for reynir to get busy looking openly concerned. ]

Are your fingers okay now? Do you need any help with them?

[hotshock]

They're hard to miss, probably dressed head to foot in black, formal suits. [Way more formal than his.]

My fingers? They're back where they belong if that's what you mean.

[draumstafir]

[ reynir gives it another moment of thought with that extra bit of detail but ultimately winds up shaking his head 'no'. ]

Nope, haven't seen them.

Oh, but-- are your fingers okay? Not just back where they're supposed to be but uh, you know. [ he wiggles his own fingers haplessly through the video in an effort to hopefully help him get his point across. ]

Okay.

[hotshock]

[Whelp, that settles it, his people are not here so that must mean he's on his own for now.]

Yeah, they're fine, I'd wiggle them for you but [because of the angle of the visual he'd only be able to see the tips of his fingers anyway. He gives it a go, flexing his fingers to show him he's fine] I guess you're asking if I'm in pain? Not really, plus it's not my dominant hand.

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[splitinvain]

[ V does not like to show people his face - a hold over he was sure that came from Vergil and he was disinclined to change. His tattoos for one would stand out as would the rather singular animal riding his shoulder. So instead Reno gets his voice, a smooth and deep voice inclined towards the dramatic. ]

Truth can never be told as to be understood, and not be believed... As much as they are chaffing, the bracelets keep you from turning into so much dust.

Turks is a rather singular name I had only heard of in history books, but I think that we come from entirely different worlds. I have yet to meet anyone of those descriptions.

[hotshock]

[Damn shame that was, if you're going to serenade a guy at the very least you shouldn't be so shy about it. Now he's just curious.]

Poetry for me? I'm so flattered, though I'm also partial to beer and flowers if you're so inclined. [He's kidding, sort of...not about the beer, he'll take the beer.] Dust huh? They should put a warning label on these things: may cause chaffing, remove at the at your own risk, side effects include disintegration.

[Charming, really!]

So why do we turn to dust? [Reno wasn't paying attention if there were directives and explanations. He's more of a do now ask later kind of guy.]

It's economical, one word lets everyone know that I'm part of the Investigation Sector of the General Affairs Department without having to say it multiple times a day. [He leans back against his bed, though, tucking his free arm behind his head as though he were settling in for a good story.] Though tell me about these Turks in your history books, what were they?

[He figured the other three weren't here, but if they were he'd find them eventually.]

[splitinvain]

[ Shy wasn't the word he'd use; its more fitting to remain a mystery. There is also a low growl on V's end, one that sounds both as that of a small kitten and yet also holding hints of a larger, and far more dangerous, animal. ]

It is habit more than for any... particular reason. I find it useful for gathering my thoughts, and for other matters when they appear.

[ The growl turns into a rumbling purr, and V sounds far more amused now, possibly in part to whatever antics his demonic cat was up to. ]

They bind us to this realm and the magic that brought us here as well since apparently the process is not one of stability. Or so they say.

I can see why you would want something less of a mouthful. [ There's a slight mrrew and a loud clang as something metal falls followed by the chattering chikkikiki of a cat with a toy. ] The Turks refer to both natives of the country Turkey and an island group held by the British Empire. I don't know much about either since I focused on more... interesting subjects in my studies.

[hotshock]

[Of course Reno would probably only tease him with it, the truth being he didn't know the man well enough to know if he was shy, cautious, or eccentric. Maybe column A...maybe column C...maybe a little of all.

He quirks an eyebrow at the animal noises, though.]

You wouldn't be the first guy I've come across with the habit of waxing poetry for...similar reasons I guess. Or maybe he just liked Loveless. [Reno shrugged his shoulders, he wasn't a poetry sort of a person, but some of it stuck.]

So, for our own benefit? And they don't have much else to say about it though apparently horrible shit can pass into this world from ours without the same disadvantages? We'd all be fucked if anything came from my world into this one...[a WEAPON especially, though Reno only laughed at that as if it were amusing.]

Yeah, it's tryin' to do too much and there are only so many hours in the day, best to save my energy and my breath. [Reno half-listened to what was being said, not that there was much information to go on, and he half-listened to the strange little beast sounds in the background.] Speaking of interesting, are you a cat kinda guy?

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[5thchild]

Do you dislike the bracelets? [ clearly that's what matters. mostly because he can't help with the other part of the message ]

[hotshock]

I got no problem with accessories I can detach without dyin' [he gives his head a little tilt to show off the earring in his ear and raises his left arm, rolling up his sleeve, and there was a piece of armor that looked like a brace taking up much of the space from his wrist to his elbow.

On this brace, there were blue and green stones, or what appeared to be stones, linked together.]

[5thchild]

But ones that are permanently yours now upset you. [ kaworu tilts his head with a smile ] is it because you have no choice in it?

[hotshock]

You could say that. I mean what if you hit one of these buttons on accident and it's an inconvenient moment and it just happens to record you. Like when you're on the John? No one needs that transmission.

[Reno, taking all of the things into consideration no matter how likely.]

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[darksoulwithlight]

Commiserations on the dislocated finger there, fancypants.

[She's twirling her hair around a finger in an almost overly thoughtful manner.]

I have a question that I've been just dying to get an answer to, and seeing as you're of the Turks you might be just the man to help me out.

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[hotshock]

[He wiggles his fingers in gratitude, they can be seen in the lower half of the screen. They're doing okay.]

How do you know my pants are fancy, or that I'm even wearing pants?

[Hey, it's a fair question.]

I don't often field questions, but I'm not ding anything important at the moment so shoot.

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[darksoulwithlight]

[Look at those little piggies wiggling. Good old hyperbole, never fails to embellish the narrative, although it would raise questions about the strength of his fingers if just trying to break out of a bracelet was enough to trash them.]

Well you're the one who said he was feeling fancy, but shame on me for jumping to conclusions I guess.

[And now for a less fair question:]

So why did Constantinople get the works? I've always wondered.

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[hotshock]

[It'd be a problem if he dislocated his fingers trying to pull the bracelet off, that's true. He put his own fingers out of their joints on purpose to see if he could slip it, didn't work, so he popped them back in.

It's a skill any kidnapper should have.]

I'll try and be more emphatic with my sarcasm next time, I get that it comes across a little on the dry side.

[Reno's been made aware that there are other worlds that use the term Turk. You can thank V for that.]

Let me guess, we're not talkin' about Gaia?

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[sparkofgoodness]

I've been contemplating a saw.

[ ... For the bracelet. No dislocated fingers that way! ]

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[hotshock]

You're a braver soul than I am, a few injured fingers I can deal with, but I do like my hand where it is.


[ooc: sorry for the delay, holiday fun stuff and all that.]

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[mindseer]

[She'd thought about hitting him up with her insane gibberish of a text, but if he dislocated a finger trying to hilariously remove his bracelet that might just be the height of cruelty. So, in a rare moment of magnamity, she opted for Audio instead.]

Hahaha, maaaan, you broke a digit trying to get it off? That's some dedication right there.

Well, the only guy I know with shade game good enough to mention just vamoosed back to whatever star empire he crafted with Mr Shouty McShouterson, so I can't help you on your buds. He also wasn't bald.

But Turks? What's a Turk anyway, other than a red-head who snaps gum and cracks wise?

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[ragnarsson]

You dislocated a finger trying to take this off?

[Ivar just looks at him like he's trying to figure out if this guy is serious or not. Is he dealing with a moron here?]

I haven't encountered any of these Turks that you mentioned, but I shall keep an eye out. I myself am called Ivar Ragnarsson, Ivar The Boneless to friends and foe alike.