Sigh, sometimes I feel that keeping track of this journal is more of a hassle than I originally expected it to be, then again I did not think I would be attending odd classes, doing homework, as well as "extracurricular activities" that require more effort than many of my old missions. While i have yet to die in this world, given the threats I and my small group of friends seem to be consistently running into, I figure it is only a matter of time before I test the presumption here that death is not permanent within this world.
On a side note, I met Thor, the actual God of legend here, while he was dressed like a normal person, he still carried his signature equipment, and the aura about him was... Ah, that should be later, as for now, I presume that I should return back to about where I left off last time to keep this journal in some semblance of chronological order.
As of last time, our small band of heroes had found the initial target of our quest, only to discover that she had requirements for us to perform before she would assist us in getting Ms. Morozov a replacement generator. Our basic plan set of causing a distraction while another one of our group would sneak in and re-acquire Ms. Voltarie's tools was given a boost when the deviling Tersh suggested a rock concert should be held right at the Odeneese Industry's building, and luckily there were some high-powered amplifiers in the lab. Some quick modifications to make a all terrain hover cart, and we found ourselves on our way.
Unfortunately the forest, as we had discovered previously, is not a safe place, and our small band found itself beset upon by a pack of ravenous Velociraptors, and while we were able to make somewhat short work of them, our endeavors attracted the attentions of a hungry T-Rex. Yes i know the likelihood of encountering another one should be fairly slim, but for all I know this may be the very same one we encountered before, or perhaps they just breed like rabbits here, whatever the case may be, we still found ourselves fleeing from a large reptile-like carnivore. To our fortune, we had earlier spotted a flying figure like Captain Mondo, or possibly one of his associates nearby flying overhead, and with a hastily cast spell I was able to draw their attention down upon the unfortunate T-rex, who tasted several times what a lightning bolt tastes like as we made our hasty getaway.
Once back in town and near Odeneese's place, Tersh set off to entice another band he knew to come have a battle of the bands with us, and the rest of us started to set up the equipment, and help Misa, our resident bunny girl, set up her FenrisCo refreshment stand and shop. It is during this time that I was graciously allowed by fate to meet Thor. He was of all things jogging along in a track-suit, and stopped for a moment to see what we were doing. After he was gracious enough to speak to humble Valkyrie such as myself, he announced that I could call upon him for help at times, and that he might enjoy stopping back by the show later to see the festivities. I must admit that I was fit to burst at this proclamation, here was The Thor, the Thunderer, The Wielder of Mjolnir, and he said that he might come back and listen to all of us perform. It is with great sadness however, that I say that I was so preoccupied with the concert and the events that happened next that I failed to see if he actually stopped by to hear us perform. I can only imagine that if he did it was only for a short while, or otherwise what came later would have been quickly resolved.
Bylke spoke during this time to another Dark Elf, but I did not fully catch what they said, as I was busy with setup, and still overjoyed at the fact that Thor had spoken to me. About the same time the other band arrived, and we were introduced to them. Tersh must have had some dealings with them in the past, as they recognized him, and our Artist. Some typical masculine bravado talk was bantered about between them, and Tersh used the amps to call out for our final band member, and summon him. With our act finally all together, we begin tuning up and sound-checking our instruments while hashing out some ground-rules with the other band. Misa took the opportunity to begin announcing the event, and at this point Odeneese herself came out to find out what was going on. She ranted and raved for a bit in a semi-nonsensical manner, which allowed our Dark Elf the moment to slip into the building easily. We somewhat made banter with Odeneese about the situation, and i casually asked the other band, who she was insulting as readily as our own, if they would like to make her the subject, or in this case the butt of the joke, of our song battle tonight. Agreement was had, and Odeneese apparently took extra offense to the matter, and drew a rather odd pistol from somewhere and pointed it at our amps, and pulled the trigger. The result for her was obviously not intended, as the gun blew up in her hand, and lightning spread all over her body turning her a tad bit "crispy" before medical personnel took her away to be treated. I would like to think that here, Thor himself might have been looking down at us from the audience, and showed his own personal displeasure at the interruption to the nights festivities caused by Odeneese, and that the results were that she suffered a rant-ending mishap with her chosen firearm.
The battle itself was pure exhilaration, I must admit that I now understand a part of why our resident Deviling is so very fixated upon his music, as the songs we played were like spears cast in the heat of battle at the charging adversaries, and the crowd's response was like the roar of blood rushing in your ears as a warrior finds themselves in the thick of battle. It makes me smile even now thinking back upon it, as i have always loved singing in the chorus of my sisters, but this music was something else, something more primal and harkened back to the old warchants we seem to so rarely have providence to sing anymore. In all from start to finish, it would have been a good day to die, as they say, and what happened just afterward may have just proven that saying correct.
Tersh, had been stringing out a final flourish after the crushing defeat of the other band, when Belkye ducked back out of the building, still unnoticed thanks to the Deviling's stage presence. She rejoined us a few moments later when the performance was over, and presented us with the recovered goods. As things go, while my heart had cried out for the more direct approach of battling through our adversary's lair to return back their ill-gotten gains, I realized with the wisdom of battles fought in the past that some battles are better fought with the mind then with the blade. however, ours was not to be the completely clean a'viking we had hoped, as shortly after Belyke emerged, a large robot creature calling itself Civil Service Bot, version .001 emerged and sought to enforce odd laws upon all present. The crowd luckily scattered rather quickly, but a few were caught in the rake of is hellish laser-beams. Our Resident Artist, the Gorgon, was hit hard as well, but her kind are more durable than most, so she did not fall from the blast, but instead took much needed cover. I tried to block it from hitting the vulnerable Dark Elf, and started quoting laws it was violation back at it, but that along with our initial attacks did little. A timely bit of paint rounds provided to Beylke by Misa allowed us to blind it, and while it called for a "licensed technician", Tersh grabbed Beylke and used his abilities to teleport the two of them on top of the bot, and claim that they were the technicians, which allowed them inside of the unit. Once inside, they were able to quickly disable it, and none too soon, for it was sure to cause the unfortunate ending of someone's life soon, and regardless of this place's ability to resurrect, I'm sure they would not wish to go through with that experience if they did not have to do so.
The Dark elf that Beylke had spoken to earlier, a police officer named Mei Ling, arrived back upon the situation about this point, and after assessing what occurred, went off to place Odeneese in official bondage to the courts. I provided what medical assistance and healing I could before we finally called it an evening.
-Eirrún Amyntor, Stallari Seiðr of the Fólkvangr III Oversight Wing-Group, Host Triquetra Bravo, 4th Choir, 112th Chorus, Congregation "V". Elohim number: 3E7D9H-111