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WHO: Thor and Onyx!
WHERE: SOME FANCY RESTAURANT
WHEN: the day of this post.
WARNINGS: none!
SUMMARY: what you mean murder isn't the most effective way to right wrongs? well, if you say so...
FORMAT: quicklog!

[ She'd said ten minutes, but it's really more like 20 before she shows up. It's shameful to be late when you can teleport, of course, but then that's only if you're trying to get there on time. "Fashionably late." She likes that the humans have invented a word for this preferred arrival time of hers.

So, 10 minutes later, Onyx strolls in through the doors like she owns the place, dressed as nicely as she could manage on short notice. Which is to say, as nicely as the best-dressed woman she had the patience to wait for to stroll across the mouth of her dark alley had been dressed. She casts a quick glance around to look for this supposed god she's to meet with. She's still not convinced actual gods can be caught up by the Porter at all, but at the very least it probably means he's a man of considerable power. That will do. ]

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[ ...Well, at least he stands out. And he looks like someone from her own time, even. That's a plus. Of course, she only has to think of why she's here and her mood switches pretty quickly from interested and amused, to taut and closed-off.

She slides into the seat across from him, gaze already steadily fixed. ]

She that wronged me, actually.

This goddess you speak of - is she fair and dark-haired, crowned with horns of gold?

[ Her eyes narrow a little -- thoughtfully so. That's not the goddess she's currently hating on, but it would explain Thor's interest if he has some kind of investment in someone like that... ]

If she is?

That is no goddess. 'Tis my brother, the god of mischief, wearing the guise of a woman. Say what ill he has brought you, and I'll find him by the day's end.

[ Well. Not quite the answer she'd been expecting. If she were in any better of a mood she'd play along, see what other information she could get. At least get the story behind the sex change. Buuut maybe next time. She shakes her head once. ]

It wasn't him. I'm talking about Aphrodite, "Goddess of Love".

[ she couldn't sound more scornful if she tried. ]

Aphrodite?

What has she done?

[ She doesn't so much as glance away, eyes on Thor and expression as flat as her tone. ]

That's an awfully personal story.

How can I seek to undo this crime if I know not what it is?

[ With the tested and true timing of waitresses everywhere, theirs picks this staring-contest moment to stop by and collect their orders. Onyx glances away, too annoyed to be polite, and gestures vaguely toward Thor. ]

Whatever he's having, I'll have the same.

[ At least the interruption has this going for it, though: she has a little extra time to try and figure out if pride or revenge is more important. ]

Then we shall both have wine.

[ It's enough to shoo the waitress away again, but it also didn't give her quite enough time to work out her decision. Though it does occur to her that maybe a public place wasn't the best place for this meeting. Well thought out, Onyx. Well thought out, indeed.

After a few seconds: ] The god at fault isn't your brother. Do you still care how it's handled?

Aye. Aphrodite will see reason, I've no doubt.

[ Her look in turn is sharp, and not a little suspicious. ]

Why involve yourself?

Mortals live not for the amusement of gods, and Aphrodite's Olympus has long been Asgard's ally.

[ She watches just a little while longer before the decision clicks into place. It makes a little more sense now. He's on her side. He probably just wants to protect Aphrodite, and righting wrongs was never his intention. More than likely he would probably attack herself sooner than take any interest in her injustices. Her eyes narrow, just a little, and she pushes from the table to stand to go. ]

I can handle my own affairs. I don't need a mediator.

If I have offended thee, I meant no harm.

[ ...Man, she gets the feeling this guy might be persistant. And also that she she suddenly really wants to yell at someone, he's very conveniently located, and finally that they're in a bad place for it. You never know, after all, if you might suddenly have to turn into a dragon, and there's just not much room in this restaurant.

So she strides forward and around the table, one hand snapping out to grab for his wrist. If she makes contact, they'll be whisking away quite suddenly to an empty parking lot in a mostly rundown and abandoned neighborhood, and too bad about the wine. ]