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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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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. ]

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?

[ 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.

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

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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I've been contemplating a saw.

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

[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?

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.

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