olympian_elf:

 The world of mortals was still alien to Kael. He wondered just how much longer he would have to stay here. Had his mother found any clue as to those who had created the shadow army that attacked Asgard? If not, then how long would it take? It wasn't as if it was all bad here. The Defenders were good people. Svalin was at least being more tolerant of him. Haljborn tended to be at least partially hostile most of the time. Vernique,, He turns slightly to the small woman holding her Asgardian son. He was fond of the woman. But still.. what was he doing here?

sea_shelly:

At approximately 6:37 am, est, something had happened in Clearwater, British Columbia.  A small town of less than 1500 people, no one had paid it much mind before.  But early that morning a wave of energy had ripped through the town, killing virtually the entire town and causing massive property damage on top of that.  The flare had been seen from miles away.  By the time the news had reached the government, it had been far too late to stop whoever, or whatever, had done it.  But it was not too late to help those who remained, what few there were.  Most surprising, however, was the utterl lack of any radioactivity.

And that was where Alpha Fight came in.  In point of fact, Alpha Flight was uniquely suited for search and rescue operations.  Mel and Alex were ideal for seeking out small spaces and searching under rubble.  Mason's powers made clearing away debris easy.  And Nim and Jordan's strength was more that sufficient for any tasks that remained.  Additionally, they had even called in Beta Flight, the training squadron.  Other than the occasional practice session, Alpha had little to do with them, perhaps owing to some resentment on behalf of both from the time Alpha had been framed and they had clashed.  But today, every hand was welcome.

Nim grunted slightly, lifting up a section of fallen wall.  How long had it been since she'd last been in water?  She'd lost count.  They'd been working for hours now and had only found little more than a handful of survivors.  Who could have done such a thing?  And why?  This wasn't a seat of government, nor home to any real industry, or, well, anything, really, other than people living their lives.

She tapped her communicator.  "This is Nim.  Two more dead at my position."