Orb/Action: 13th of the Rebirth's Height

[brosif]

[The orb flashes, and Sif is clearly on foot, bag packed quickly. Her eyes are wide, reeling, as she makes her way as far from the castle as possible.

She tried to kill a king, this day.]

Thor – I must. [How does she explain it? There is no explanation, only that she thinks in fire. Speaks in it, moves in it. Knows no other language.] I must go, for a time. I will say more when I can. Be well.

[ooc: Sif means the orb for Thor, but initial transmissions can be seen by anyone!]

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Action thread w/Anya

[brosif]

The moon had fallen, true enough. That’s what the snow looked like, out here. She’d been out late and had gotten caught in it. Sif did not care for snow – it reminded her of Jötunheimr, of long winters, of things she didn’t know how to give thought to.

She woke up, angry. She remained angry still, breathing heavily with the weight of it all. She would have killed the king, had they not stopped her. Would have shoved her sword down his fool throat for daring to steal Asgard’s own warriors, own princes. She would have killed them all, had she been at full strength.

Perhaps later, she would be glad that she wasn’t. For now, with the sliver of common sense still ingrained in her, she sped off towards the forest. She would eventually face judgment for her crime – as soon as she was certain that she would not strike down the jury.

Re: Action thread w/Anya

[fridgetothefire]

"Quite the fuss," Anya murmurs, already waiting on the outskirts of the castle. There's no judgement in her voice, just quiet observation. Her skin is clear of scratches.

"Do you know yet where you will go?"

[brosif]

Sif is genuinely surprised to see the girl, and it cuts through some of her more bloodied thoughts – all of which, at this point, are pointed firmly in Loki’s direction.

“Towards an enemy.”

[slasher]

Miss Sif? Are you all right?

[brosif]

[Almost growling, she doesn’t look at the orb but beyond it.]

I am not Miss Sif, I am—

[A breath. This girl has done nothing.] I am fine.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Sif okay?

[brosif]

You must stay inside today, Falon.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Snow said so too. Things bad?

[brosif]

Inside.

[shorterinperson]

Be careful.

[ She told you so :| ]

[brosif]

[IT IS NOT HER FAULT BRO. He was just sitting there being an idiot ;;

Her breath isn’t labored, exactly. But every word that she says has a clear undercurrent of anger to it.]

Hang all of them. They are cowards, who sat by for three years while—

[Unproductive. Another breath.] If I cannot return, will you see to it that the girl rooming at the monastery is being treated well? Gretel. I made her a promise.

[shorterinperson]

[ Caaaaalled iiiiiit. ]

Gretel will be taken care of. You have my word. Just make sure that you can return.

[brosif]

I am....the worst of myself, now.

[She has been in a blood-rage before, and this feels similar. But it was always in battle.]

[sorcerous]

What is it you've done, Sif?

[brosif]

[Liar, traitor, coward, corpse. These thoughts ring is succession, on display for any who know her, as she stares at him. Whatever has been holding her back these past few days – empathy, fealty, nostalgia –is fading.]

It’s not your concern.

[sorcerous]

It must be something. Why would you flee, unless with bloody hands?

[brosif]

Perhaps I am a coward. Like you.

[notyet_king]

[alarmed by her tone, perhaps more so with the tension of his being here and seperated from here... Thor has yet to see her and this is what he hears?] Sif!

[brosif]

[Towards her closest friend – the only person here she truly trusts --Sif doesn’t feel the need to try and control what is building up inside of her. The words come out quick and harsh. Her knuckles are white, so tight is she gripping her weapon and bag.]

I hate them, Thor. Every last one of them – they sit, glutinous, while their kingdom is threatened. They are so bereft of ideas that they steal from other worlds. From Asgard. That is an act of war, and we should respond in kind.

Burn them. Burn their fattened king and their idiot court and their—

[She shakes her head. She would burn them all.]

I must go.

[notyet_king]

[Thor's eyes narrowed as he watched her, heard the words.. the affirmation of treason, even if from another land. On behalf of his people, he felt rage. As their Prince and future King and warrior, he felt the slap of insult and growled at the audacity, low voice of assent as he whispered --] But not alone, Sif.

[he had to have her wait for him - for his friends. It was madness to act in rage. Be foolish. They both knew this.] It is unsafe to speak over these devices for this -- Loki, some spies could -

[he murmured, low, urgent.] Wait -- I have been summoned. We can end this the right way, Sif. If we only act with cool minds.

[brosif]

I do not fear Loki. Or spies.

[She looks to him, urgently. There's more to what she's saying -- that she truly doesn't fear any threats that may rest in this kingdom. She welcomes them, would rip them apart with a smile.

She's angry enough for the heat of a battle, and one has not yet started.]

That is why I go, Thor.

[shiromadoushi]

Is everything all right...?

[brosif]

That's a ridiculous question.

[shiromadoushi]

[[blink blink]] What happened?

Geeeeeez I'm sorry ><

[brosif]

I got myself lost in a forest I know to be dangerous and wouldn't explain why to anyone.