Only the Penitent Man Will Pass

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Scene Title Only the Penitent Man Will Pass
Synopsis Odin grounds Scrivner for six months. He's going to slam his bedroom door and crank up Marilyn Manson now.

The Birdcage Brownstone

The door from the alley opens into a small room or short hallway in this brownstone. At the far end is an antiquated lift that looks like a birdcage, complete with manual levers for operation. Dispite its age, the mechanism appears to be well cared for.

At the bottom, the lift opens into some sort of antechamber from one corner of the room. Before the open cage door is a plain, unornamented wall of what appears to be granite with a thick wooden door set inside it. Engraved above the door archway is "Special Immigration Office: East"

Access is only granted with the proper key. Once opened, the granite door swings inward as a computerized neutral voice intones, "Provisional Access Granted. Containment and Research are currently under lock down. Efforts to penetrate secure doors will be discouraged." Through the doorway, there's a large console in the middle of the chamber with a three dimensional display of the New York City atop it. The holographic display is a fairly complete representation of New York City and it's environs. Mostly there is a very simplistic representation of structures, although the map does have a few colored markers. Numbers and figures at times scroll past, apparently having meaning to someone. Computer workstations hug the walls, along with filing cabinets and desks. Several cots and assorted supplies are pushed into out of the way corners as well, with the idea of long stays. The room is some sort of think-tank, apparently. The only other unlocked door leads to a small kitchen and dining area, which are well-stocked.


Normal day is not exactly normal anymore. It's not been all that long since the disastrous trip up into Asgard, but it's been long enough that Vette and Scrivner have tried to get back to their work. The redhead is out at the moment, but Rufus is in the hub. It's his turn to watch the kids for awhile, and sitting down in the infirmary, he cradles a hot cup of tea between his hands while he stares listlessly at Dee. "I had proposed to Vette just the other night," he's explaining to the woman, deciding he'd better tell his Bandmate about the chaos before she hears it from another source. "She accepted. We had decided that she would try to join me in my family, so that we could never be forced apart by our different pantheons and so that we could die together in Ragnarok, if … we are fated to die. It is more than likely I will. And soon. We made our way to Asgard to celebrate Haldor and Maia's betrothal, and my father decided that it would be a great moment to just announce I am to be engaged to a valkyrie woman of the All-Father's choosing."

Better to give his Bandmate a heads up, before anything that happened in Asgard spills over onto her. She's appreciating that, and listens closely. She looks confused, though. "Can you do that? Change pantheons?" She's clearly never heard of such a thing. And then there's the news about the Valkyrie, and she just shakes her head.

"The Aesir have been known to do so, from what I've read in the legends," Rufus says in quiet answer, lifting his mug to his lips and drinking down a few gulps. "We have assimilated the Vanir, several giantess Titans… It has been done before, and if one of us were to change pantheons, it is more likely she can slip in with me than I with her." He lowers his cup again, wryly saying, "I really cannot see Zeus or Hephaestus cheerfully accepting /me/ amongst their ranks. Can you?" He doesn't even bother to wait for an answer to that one. "Vette grew angry, and she challenged the valkyrie for the right to marry me. She lost. Meanwhile, you can imagine my reaction to the entire scenario. If it weren't for Haldor's intervention and splendid speech on our behalf, I… am not certain what would happen. As it stands, right now, I'm fairly certain that I am no longer welcome in Asgard, my father and grandfather would just as soon smite me as look at me, and any day now, Hephaestus is going to catch up to me and make me wish my father /would/ kill me."

Dee hms. "I really can't say. I'd think the one to object would be whoever you might overlap as a god." Meanwhile, she looks a little pained over the thought of Vette fighting a valkyrie. Once he gets done, she asks "I'm not going to get smote in the crossfire, am I?" She can't help the self-interest.

"I… doubt it, so long as you appear to take no sides," Rufus muses. He falls quiet for a moment or two, thinking that one over. "Or so long as you take the side of your pantheon, should we become complete pariahs to both the Aesir and the Dodekatheon." He looks up then, to meet Dee's eyes, and quietly, he says, "I don't want you to become dragged down in our drama, Dee. If you have to turn your back on us in order to survive, I won't carry a grudge."

"I wouldnt be so fatalistic." says a voice as two ravens start to slip through all the levels of security of the hub before they perch on one of the chairs in front of Scrivner. The two ravens are much larger than regular ones, but not bymuch. The fact that they just phased through all the security and can speak is an indication of their own divinity.

The other raven peers curiously towards Scrivner for a few moments. It caws and lets out a soft and almost predatory chuckle of amusement. "The All Father has decided in his… well, I wouldn't callit wisdom. I would call it mercy. Just be glad you are not around when Odin was Iron Fist Hitler a few decades ago.." he says with another amused caw. "And nothing is wrong with being a pariah. That Jason fellow and Maia are pariahs within their own pantheons right now. They just never insulted the All Father."

Dee's forehead furrows. "Well. I can't really not take sides. I'm your Bandmate. I'm on your side." She frowns over her options, none of them very good. "I don't want to just turn my back on you and Vette." When the ravens appear suddenly, despite security and her own senses, Dee's immediately ill at ease. She's not graceful about being snuck up on. She keeps her silence, though.

Startled, Rufus almost drops his mug. He quickly sweeps it to one side atop a counter, taking a wary step back from the pair of ravens. The man sucks in a quick breath, and when it clicks just who these two are, he quietly says, "Hugin and Munin, the All-Father's ravens. To what do we owe the… honour?" As if he didn't have some sneaking suspicion. He frowns, darting a quick glance over at Dee. Whatever he's got to say in answer to her, it'll have to wait. But something said catches his attention, and he blinks in quiet horror. "Did you just say the All Father was a /Nazi?/ My family are /Nazis?/"

"Oh pshaw. Look at Vidar or Baldur and wonder where Hitler got the idea of a master race from." says Hugin as he shakes his head. There's a red stone ring around his leg which he easily slips out of and kicks it over towards Scrivner. He lets out another amused caw as he peers towards SCrivner once more. For now, he just watches to see if Scrivner will even catch the ring.

"You are now out of your filial duty to marry the Valkyrie, Mistr. She was not impressed." Munin says matter of factly with a sage nod as he hrmms for a few moments. "In fact, none of your family was that impressed with either you or Miss Adams. But on the bright side, her courage has given her more kudos from Freya than you? So you can tell her that the fertility goddesses do feel for her plight. Still, after last night, you are now presented with a choice. You wearing that red ring will show us that you are accepting of that choice, and you deciding to give back that red ring will show otherwise."

Dee seems to know that there's times to just shut up, and this is one of them. Instead, she listens and watches. She does wince about the Hitler thing, though. Ouch. Her eyes can't help but focus on the ring.

He does catch the ring, but he does not slip it on. Scrivner stares down at it, noting the bloody colour of the stone, and his suspicion creeps down his spine like chilled water. "What is the choice being presented to me?" he asks, more than a little warily. "By wearing the ring, what am I choosing?"

"You are choosing to be penitent and truly sorry for your actions at Gladsheim. Words mean nothing to the All-Father, especially from one who would deride his own father in front of the rest of the Aesir." Hugin responds in rather curt and clipped tones.

Munin clucks his tongue against his beakalittle before he takes a deepbreath. His voice starts to resonate around the room asif he were muttering an incantation. "One way by day. One way by night. As you acted like any other mortal, by day you will live as one. By night you are sworn to serve the Aesir on the most dangerous of tasks. For six months, you must serve. Only by showing true devotion to the Aesir way of life by becoming a paragon of expression, courage, loyalty and endurance will you be accepted back into the fold to marry your intended."

Yes. It is definitely time to be quiet. Dee frowns, but doesn't speak yet. She watches Rufus, instead.

The little ring lies on the palm of his hand for a very, very long moment. Rufus stares at the ravens in silence, and then slowly he turns his head to search out Dee's eyes. He doesn't blame her for keeping her mouth shut. He draws in a deep breath, weighing all the options. If he turns it down, he'll have not only the Dodekatheons pissy at him, but he'll have the Aesir. Then there is that tug of loyalty calling to him, not to turn his back on his family, though his stomach twists around into sour, cold knots at the thought of all of them, hate and pain flickering across his face. Man, what he'd give to stab Tyr right in the face right now. The bastard.

Rufus swallows hard around the knot in his throat, and he slips the ring onto his finger. Then he holds up his hand to show the ravens. "Here is my choice," he quietly intones.

Dee's eyes can only say that the decision has to be his. And, that she'll support him regardless. Once it's made though, she does have one question. "If I may be so bold as to speak out of turn, will he 'smell' of ichor when human, or will he be completely masked from those that might otherwise know him as divine?" She seems to have thought through her words some, before speaking, and her tone and expression show her concern for Rufus.

As the ring is placed on his finger, the color slowly changes from a deep crimson into midnight black, becoming a ring of pure onyx. Already he can feel his own divinity sapping away into the ring, his powers leaving him for now. Hugin and Munin bow nod and start speaking together. How creepy when two black ravens speak together. It's just wierd. "Good. You really don't want to know what would have happened if you refused." they say together.

It's then that Munin offers some friendly advice. "You seem like an okay kid, my advice. Seek out an oracle to see what sort of things fate has planned for you."

And then it's Hugin's turn to speak. "My take? Find a sympathetic godling to help you find a way to truly impress the All Father."

"I don't know that I want to know what is in my future," Rufus grimly says, staring at his hand as that ring changes from red to black. "I could do without seeing my own death. I have enough trouble sleeping some nights as it is." He can well imagine what Odin would have done to him too. Death would have been something he'd have been screaming for, he's sure. Rufus' face is a touch pale, and he wets his lips before he looks again to the ravens. "I will keep your advice in mind, however, but I would like to know the answer to Miss Floros' question too. Am I masked or will I be known to my enemies in the day?"

Since there was no answer when she asked, Dee instead studies Rufus to determine whether she can sense anything divine about him while he also asks.

Hugin and Munin just stare at each other before they start laughing.It's a terrible cruel laugh as they both shake their heads in opposite directions before they look towards the pair with raised raven brows. Do Ravens have brows? Who knows? Once more, they speakin unison. "Being masked from Titanspawn lends itself to cowardice. How can you express the ideals of the Aesir if you are going to hide?" And no, he doesn't smell divine anymore. He's effectively mortal when the ring is black.

"I see," is all that Rufus is going to allow himself to say in answer to that from the ravens. He rubs hs thumb against that ring around his finger, turning it, before he clenches his hand into a fist and tucks it into the pocket of his jeans. "Is there anything else required of me?"

Dee says with a slight smile. "I wasn't thinking of him hiding. I was thinking that a clever mortal could infiltrate the Atlanteans more easily."

"I think there is enough required of you at this point, Tyrson. Be glad that David was not there yesterday. You'd be sore today, but then again maybe you wouldn't of had this opportunity presented before you." Hugin clips beore the start flying out once more before any questions can be asked. Woosh!

Rufus hasn't any more questions anyway. He stares after the ravens as they make their departure, and then he turns to look over his shoulder at Dee, arching his eyebrows. "Well, that was…." He struggles for something to say, and finding nothing at all clever coming to mind, he finishes lamely with, "… memorable."

Dee watches them go too, then hms. She turns to Rufus after a moment, and says "You know whatever it was that you did to piss them all off? Can you please not do that again?" She smiles a little, though she is terribly concerned.

Blinkblink. Rufus stares at Dee, expression unreadable, before he slowly smiles back at the woman. "Heh," he softly breathes. "Heheh." Lifting his hands, he presses the heels of his palms hard against his eyes and exhales a deep, long breath. "Oh, Dee," he murmurs. "Would you forgive me for a little grumbling? This week has been pure /shit./"

Dee sits back on her chair, still watching Rufus. "You can absolutely grumble at me." she says with a little bit of a smile. "It really does sound like it's been shit. Do you need something a little stronger than tea? With you like this, I'll go easy on the shots." She winks at him.

Sitting down hard in a swivel chair, he rubs and rubs at his eyes, gruffly clearing his throat a few times before he gets himself back under control. "Yeah, bring out the whiskey. I need a drink," he rasps. Leaning back, kicking up one foot across the counter, he slumps down in the chair and closes his eyes. "Even as a mortal man, Dee, I could bench press both you while I drink you under the table."

Dee smirks at him as she fetches a bottle and two tumblers. "Uh huh… Big words, mister. Let's see if you have to eat them." Sure, getting drunk isn't the solution to any problem, but it is a traditional way to deal with one in the short-term.

Pulling his foot back and letting it thunk on the floor, Rufus reaches out his hand to take that tumbler and the bottle. He opens up the whiskey and pours out a couple of generous shots, into Dee's glass first, then his. In a couple of swallows, he's knocked it back, and he's pouring himself a second as he coughs and answers, "I don't know what I'm dreading more. Facing my first Titanspawn as a mortal man… or explaining to Vette what just happened."

Dee hmmms. "I'm leaning more towards the Vette side, really." She replies. drinking not nearly as quickly. "You'll be awesome even without your powers, though. I'm sure about that." she tells him, then settles in for a lot of drinking.


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