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Calm yourself, child; Beta Ray Bill will suffice.
Did you have something particular in mind?

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Calm yourself, child; Beta Ray Bill will suffice.
Did you have something particular in mind?
Even hailing from a society as advanced as mine, Midgardian technology confounds me. It seems one cannot look twenty paces ahead of them in any major settlement for people going from place to place with their hands on their tiny boxes…ones that play music, ones that relay messages…ones, like you say, that can even order food. I understand there is a vast communications network they refer to as “the internet” that is used, as near as I can tell, for the exchange of information - and pictures of small, four-legged things, for some reason. Another curious Midgardian custom.
[Bill’s shoulders seem to sag a little.] Ah. Doubtless she is…preoccupied. Women are complex creatures, are they not?
Verily, I know of these things. All of them in fact, as my own brother resides with me, he takes a fascination with these items. I have been reluctant in doing so, but there are times to when I find myself using such, often to comunicate with my comrades.
[Nods slightly and give a half smile] Aye, that they be. Often enough, i have felt a sting to pain it so, yet still, they had come to heal it as well. I suppose that would be in my beloved’s nature, her loyalty to another is great to any she deems worthy of. We… are both very lucky.
It is certainly efficient…I never credited Earthlings with an over-abundance of brains, but perhaps spending time in mortal form has broadened my mind, as your experiences with The Avengers did too.
[Bill places his hand on Thor’s shoulder.] Aye, Thor - you and Sif compliment one another, for there is no-one better-suited nor more deserving of either of you.
Fair Lady Sif. You truly are a sight for sore eyes, as the old Earth saying goes.
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“What in the name of hell are you…”
“I am many things, milady, but an Asgardian foremost. My name is Beta Ray Bill. You are of Earth, I know that much, but regretfully I do not know your name.”
Do not be fooled by my attire - the armor is Asgardian, of the same build as his, but I am no imitation. Some would think me his better, having bested him in single combat, but mere brute strength does not make me his superior.
I see, another Asgardian then. Are you related? I don’t want to see another Loki, although since you’re speaking calmly and know that brute strength doesn’t equal superiority, I suppose not.
We are brothers not by birthright, but by deed. If my will alone could make it so, I would have Loki cast out to the darkest reaches of Hel, never to return. I am loathe to speak ill of my blood-brother, but…I often suspect Thor is too lenient with him, and that his attachment to the Trickster clouds his judgement. The coward attempted to have Thor killed and me with him scarcely months ago, and still Thor welcomes him back. It…is infuriating, though it is not my place to question the judgement of the Odinson himself.
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“I have to be losing my mind. Did someone spike my drink?”
“I am no hallucination borne of drink nor anything else, Earth-dweller. I am Beta Ray Bill.”
“Beta. Ray. Bill? That sounds like a horrible professional wrestler. What exactly are you?”
“I am the champion of the Korbonites. I have bested the mighty Thor in single combat, reduced entire moons to naught but dust and echoes with only my fists, and been deemed worthy of wielding Mjolnir by the All-Father himself. And what of you, Earth-man? Who are you, to speak so boldly to Beta Ray Bill?”
“Since you asked so nicely. Slade Wilson, better known as Deathstroke the Terminator. I’m the world’s top ranked and sought after assassins. Nobody comes anywhere close to me.”
“One who fancies himself a champion of men, but sells his allegiance to coin. How disappointingly familiar.”
Doctor Banner…I know of you. Or rather, of the creature that dwells within your deceptively frail-looking form.
The Hulk, yes, he’s currently unavailable … Who are you?
Perhaps that is for the best. I will do my best not to give him cause to make his presence felt.
My name is Beta Ray Bill, blood-brother of Thor Odinson. We clashed once, whilst the monster had taken its hold on you. You - he - it beat me nearly to death, which is no mean feat, I can assure you. There are not many who can withstand my onslaught, to say nothing of bloodying me in single combat.
I, uh… yes - no, wouldn’t want that.
-Bruce crossed his arms, the frown on his features eased slightly now though- Oh, huh, I was thinking that get-up looks familiar.
Indeed. Looking back, I realise I was foolish; I failed to heed Thor’s warnings, thinking I could fell The Hulk as Thor once mistakenly believed he could best me in single combat. I paid dearly for my arrogance. Rest assured, I shall not make the same mistake again.
Wolf-horse-man stole Thor’s armor?
I am no thief - nor a wolf, horse, or man. I am Beta Ray Bill.
Thor and I are as brothers - this armor is of Asgardian design, but do not make the mistake of thinking I am a mere imitation.
Indeed, it has been said that even the power of the Odinson pales before my own. You would do well not to give me a reason to demonstrate.
Huh.
Brothers? [Did Odin screw a horse too an’ he was the result?]
Well I don’t know about that, I’ve been endowed by the power cosmic - and my genes which make me specially endowed - with a nifty gift of eternal life.
In all but a literal sense; ours is a friendship forged in flame, bridged in battle as blood-brothers. Imbued as I am with the power of the Golden Realm, I act by the will of Odin, for it is his wish that grants me the power of Asgard itself.
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O_O Alien?
You are correct, after a fashion, but are we not all aliens to those who dwell on worlds not of our own?
Woah…cosmic. Say do you know a guy named J’onn? Martian, Green? Bald? Likes big blue capes and oreos?
You speak of J’onn J’onzz, ever known to men as the Martian Manhunter? Aye, I know of him. A noble warrior indeed, gifted of intellect and calm of temperament. Stand easy, friend, for all those who align themselves with the allies of Beta Ray Bill honor him with their presence.