eswareinmal | Day 8 - Introduction [Open Log]

Characters: Steve Rogers
Open? Open
Where: A road that Steve hopes will lead to civilization
When: Morning on Day 8
What: Steve tries to find out where exactly he woke up this time.
Warnings: None that I can think of

Steve was beginning to wonder if waking up in strange places was becoming a habit for him. Though not as disorientating as waking up to find out that almost seventy years had passed since he was last conscious, finding himself in a meadow instead of his Brooklyn apartment with no memory of how he’d gotten there had still been unnerving.

As soon as he’d accepted that initial shock, he’d started searching for some sign of civilization, eventually finding his way to a dirt road and picking a direction at random that he hoped would lead to somewhere where he could find out what was going.

Maybe he should have taken a less conspicuous route, but if his kidnappers wanted to hurt him, they would have done so already. They wouldn’t have given him a battered set of ragtag armor or the white horse that calmly followed behind him. And they wouldn’t have let him keep his shield.

So he kept to the dusty track, wondering what he’d woke up to this time.

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“See that you don’t.” A keeper of War, Sif could not help the edge that crept into her smile. He did look able to fight.

“I see you were left without the introduction. This kingdom is under attack by an army of thorns, that swallows everything in its path and is slowly creeping closer still to the kingdom’s center. The king and his advisors – most of whom I have not met –sent the books out in search of heroes that might save the kingdom.”

That they didn’t necessarily get heroes in return was a fact that could be saved for later.

“At least, that is what I have been told.”

Yeah, that made no sense at all. But at least it wasn't quite the shock Fury'd given him after his escape from SHIELD. Or maybe that had given him a strange kind of perspective that made everything else seem normal. "So that book I was reading last night somehow dragged me here - wherever here is - and we're supposed to fight a bunch of thorns?"

"Something like that. I was going through a collection of used books myself." More specifically, Loki's books. But she'd spoken with the man enough to know that whatever his intentions were, having Sif here was definitely not one of the..

"When I initially came here, I confess that I thought it all a trick. But here we all are. Against an enemy no one has any idea how to defeat."

"I found mine at a second hand store." He didn't realize that she might not know what that meant. "I didn't plan on buying it but for some reason I decided I needed to." It'd been strange, actually. He was careful about his possessions, still thinking about how much he could stuff in a duffle and choosing the things he added to his life carefully.

"It seems like a trick, but -" He looked around at the scenery that definitely wasn't anywhere near New York. "No one knows how to get rid of these thorns?"

"Perhaps you were meant to have it," she suggested, her own thoughts on destiny still very much in question. "Or perhaps it was a byproduct of the spell."

She turned towards the mountains, very small in the distance.

"No. We know that they respond to attack, but that is all we know. At this point, most of the king's army is standing post at their border."

He wanted to deny that some strange book was the reason why he was here or that one small decision could completely change the path of someone's life, but he knew that wasn't true.

His thoughts were pulled from the book when she mentions the army. "If they respond to attack, how is the army dealing with them?"

“Very poorly, from what I gather. But I’ve only been here one day.”

Still, if they were in such a position to try measures as desperate as kidnapping, Sif couldn’t imagine that the army was doing its job. She directed her gaze towards Steve’s ensemble.

“Are you a knight, then?”

Steve nodded thoughtfully at that small detail about the thorns. He was already considering the situation, planning on finding more Intel so that a solution to this could be found so that whoever had brought them here would have no reason to keep them.

Pulled from his thoughts, he shrugged slightly, considering the sword and armor he'd found himself owning. "I'm a soldier back home. I guess that means I'm a knight here." He was too polite to study her openly now that she wasn't quite classified as a threat, but he'd caught enough details for to know that she wasn't quite a knight. At least not one like him. "What is your position here?"

"I'm a Prince," she said, with no small hint of challenge in her tone. It was not how she chose to greet the others trapped in her situation, but here it was her title regardless. Not princess. Not maiden. Prince. She'd earned the right to bear arms in Asgard, and she would earn her place here as well.

It was strange that it was Prince instead of Princess, but he'd been told that certain titles had become 'politically incorrect' and he hadn't learned about the different roles here yet. He'd fought beside women, a brilliant one in particular who had always been by his side, so the idea that she might be a soldier wasn't strange to him. "Are you a prince back home?"

By not objecting, Steve passed Sif’s unwritten test. She laughed at the question, shaking her head.

“Absolutely not. I follow—” One of them. Not two. She falters a bit, but presses on, cheerfully enough. “—I follow the crown prince on his mishaps. That is more than enough responsibility.”

“What of you? Are you a knight, back home?”

The laughter causes the distance he'd been trying to maintain to ease, slowly shifting her into the ally category instead of a potential enemy. He grinned over the comment about following someone on their mishaps. Steve had done that regularly with Bucky, then became the one that was followed.

"I'm a captain back home. I led a group of soldiers during a war." Thinking of the Commandos, he quietly added, "Couldn't have asked for a better group of fighters." His voice returned to its earlier tone after a moment as he considered how to explain his strange status in a new decade. "I was preparing for a new assignment when I was brought here."

The comment about his men brought a more somber look to Sif's face, however momentary. Excepting Loki -- and his status was too unclear to count -- she didn't know how long she would be separated from her friends. It was not a thought she relished.

Moving on, brightly, she nodded. A fellow soldier. This was good.

"I was in a similar situation. My comrades and I were to set out on an expedition. The night took me before I could join them."

Day 8 - Introduction [Open Log]

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