xp_logs | Shiro in Asgard, Part 1

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Shiro's introduction to Asgard. Anime characters come to life and implore Shiro to save them from the scary frost giant. He kicks ass, impresses the Norns, and becomes their champion. It's a fanboy's dream come true.

Shiro waited anxiously on second base, ready to run at a second's notice. Not like he'd have much of a chance to run, given the way Amanda kept on swinging and missing. He glared at her, wishing he had Xavier's powers so he could swear at her telepathically for being the one responsible for losing the game. But just as he was ready to give up hope, he caught a flicker of light at home base and grinned. There was only one explanation: they'd changed the rules from no-powers to free-for-all. And as Amanda's magically enchanted bat hit the ball, he lunged forward.

His feet were off the ground a mere second later, and he sped through the air like a missile towards third base. But just as one foot touched down and he prepared for another quick flight to home, he felt a strange tingling sensation in his lower gut.

And soon enough, he wasn't flying along the baseball diamond anymore. He wasn't even anywhere near the mansion as far as he could tell. All he knew for certain was that he was flying somewhere, but not under his own powers. He was surrounded by strange swirls of light of all colors, and he felt like he was being ripped apart and squished at the same time. Much like when he'd passed through Belasco's hell-portal those months ago.

Suddenly the colors and the flying and the pulling sensations stopped. He landed with a soft thump on dry ground, and coughed at the force of the drop. It took himself a minute or two to get himself oriented and to his feet.

"What the hell?"

He was nowhere he'd ever seen before. The middle of a forest, it seemed, except he'd never seen these trees before. The trees were ancient, each with strange symbols carved into the bark. He reached a hand forward to trace the markings, but suddenly withdrew. The symbols had stung him like a bee.

"Where am I?" He couldn't see anyone else. "Sefton?" he called out. "Jubilee? Jamie? Doug?" No answer. Shiro sighed. He wasn't going to find anyone through the thickness of this forest. He needed to go airborne.

Keeping strict control over his powers so that he didn't inadvertently burn down the forest, he slowly rose off the ground. It took him a couple of minutes to rise above the leafy canopy, but once he passed it, he let his velocity increase. Soon he was two hundred feet up, and only one tree stood taller than he.

Shiro was pretty sure that even he couldn't fly high enough to pass it. It was huge. Standing hundreds, if not thousands of feet tall, its multitude of branches was covered with a healthy sparkling gold and silver foliage.

"Sugoi . . ." he breathed in amazement. He couldn't help but feel attracted to it, and before he knew it, found himself crossing the few-mile distance between them.

At his speed, he managed to reach it in three minutes. He touched down, and marveled at how much bigger it was up close. The base must have measured a few thousand square feet, as big as Mariko's home back outside of Tokyo. He reached forward to touch the tree, but this time didn't recoil, as a warm, pleasant, and calming feeling flowed through his body.

But the feeling was instantly shattered by a high-pitched shriek of terror. Shiro instinctively got into a defensive posture, but saw no one around him. He began to relax until he heard it again, this time accompanied by a loud inhuman roar. Figuring it must come from another side of the tree he couldn't see, he took off, flying around the circumference of the trunk.

He was nearly knocked out of the sky by a huge swinging club that he just barely managed to dodge. His fiery aura flared bright as he saw what had attacked him: a fifteen foot-tall burly man with ice-blue skin and thick snow-white hair, wearing what appeared to be a dead polar bear. The beast man roared again, and Shiro could see the air in his breath freezing.

"Dasukette!" A young girl, no older than Leyu, lay at the beast's feet. She wore a puffy white shirt and white skirt, both trimmed red, and a white cape. She had dark hair and even darker eyes. "Onegai!"

Shiro didn't need to be asked twice. He turned to the giant and grinned viciously. "Sayonara."

If only it were that easy. Two plasma blasts hit, and although the thing roared in pain, it kept its ground and was not deterred. Shiro released another short blast, but this time the beast swung his club and deflected it back at Shiro. The force of the blast threw him back, but he was saved from the heat by his force shield.

"What are you?" he asked, getting back in the air. Another blast was deflected, but Shiro managed to dodge it as well as a swing from the massive club. Taking advantage of the moment the thing needed to recover, Shiro delivered a roundhouse kick to his face. And then another, and another. He spun around midair in a circle, leg outstretched to kick the beast at every spin. After six revolutions, the thing roared again, a deep menacing bellow that sent shivers down even Shiro's spine. He stopped spinning, and ignoring the sudden wave of dizziness, flew vertically to deliver an uppercut to the beast's chin.

It stumbled back a few steps. Shiro fired off another couple of plasma blasts at its feet, hoping to make it trip. He was successful, and it fell with a loud crash to the ground. Shiro could feel the shaking up in the air.

He landed next to the beast and gave it a quick look-over. Not dead, but definitely out cold. He turned around to find the girl, but she was gone. Must have run away during the fight to save herself. He sighed, disappointed. Not that he was vain or anything, but a little thanks and recognition for a job well done defeating this monstrous blue giant would have been nice.

"A job well done? Well, I guess . . ." a young female voice said from behind him. Spinning and getting into a defensive position again, he saw that it was the girl. She looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place where he'd seen her before. "It's not dead, though. Your magic isn't strong enough for that."

"What was that? Who are you? And most importantly, where am I?"

"That is a half-frost giant," she told him, in a lazy, superior tone of voice. "It is, not was. See? Still alive." She pointed behind her. The giant was stirring, and soon enough was back on his feet.

"Get down!" Shiro ordered as his aura flared to life once again. He moved to stand in front of the girl, but she just sighed and stepped aside. Shiro focused his power through his clenched fists, readying himself to fire off a plasma beam strong enough to burn the giant.

But before he had the chance, it roared and thrashed around madly. It wasn't a roar of anger or aggression, though, but one of pain. Shiro turned to see the girl smiling, her hands outstretched . . . and what looked like a little blond angel sticking out of her back. The angel was smiling a sweet smile as opposed to the slightly sadistic one on the girl's face. They both snapped their finger, and the giant fell over again, this time dead.

Shiro stared in amazement, his mouth hanging open. How did this tiny girl do that with just one snap of her fingers? What was she?

"You don't recognize me?" she asked, as if reading his thoughts. She pouted and the angel followed suit. "I should've just left you to the giant."

"Are you finished yet, little sister?" a soft, polite, musical voice called from the air.

The little girl's disposition brightened and she looked up, waving. The angel mimicked her every move. "Yes, big sister! Come look!"

If Shiro thought the sight of a child defeating a monster was surprising, then he had a heart attack at the sight of the two female figures flying down from the sky. One had dark skin, contrasted by long snow-white hair. She wore a revealing blue dress (if it could even be called a dress) that showed off and accentuated her legs and her bountiful cleavage. She didn't walk when she landed, but rather swished her long blue cape and swaggered forward, all but waving her body in Shiro's face.

"Him? He's it?" she sneered, taking a good look at him to measure him up.

"If he survived against the giant, then he must be stronger than he looks." The second figure landed but did not move forward. She held her hands folded in front of her and looked at Shiro curiously. She had long green hair tied back with a white ribbon. She wore what looked like a long white tunic with a sleeveless blue robe over it, trimmed with gold.

"B . . . Belldandy?" Shiro croaked, staring at her. "T-then that must mean . . ." He turned to the girl and other woman. "Skuld and Urd? Since when am I in Fujishima Kosuke's brain? Did Sefton fuck up another spell?"

Belldandy giggled, Skuld looked bored, and Urd . . . Urd was looking at him the way he'd once wanted Ms. Braddock to. He forced himself to not blush, but he knew that Urd saw it.

"Of course not, Shiro," she said, crossing her arms over her chest (and hefting up her bosom). "You are in Asgard, the realm of the gods. We are the Norns."

"We are taking on familiar forms to make you more comfortable," Belldandy explained. Shiro all but melted at the sound of her voice. It was as if just listening to her calmed him to the core. "We called you here because we have a favor to request of you." Skuld and Urd nodded.

Shiro's heart leaped in his chest. Belldandy wanted a favor. And more importantly, Urd wanted a favor. "Of course. How may I be of service?"

Urd smiled and walked up to Shiro, tracing a finger along his chest. "We have need of a champion. There are those who would defy us, and we need a warrior of extraordinary capability to defend our divine honor."

"We've seen you," Skuld added. "You're strong for a human. We can use that."

"So won't you please consider, Sunfire?" Belldandy asked.

How could Shiro say anything but yes?

[Edit: For some reason, this didn't post correctly last night, but it's all fixed now.]