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Characters: The Witch of the Candy House
Open? Yep
Where: Two Faced Forest
When: RH4 [or really, any other day if you wanna backdate]
What: In the Forest is a candy house, and a cranky old witch who wants these dang heroes to get the hell off her lawn!

Deep in the Two Faced Forest, next to a lake of impossible clarity sits a small candy house. Walls made of gingerbread, decorated with hard candy that magically stays unmelted in the sun, it's picturesque and inviting. Care to knock on the door? Or just have a nibble of the gingerbread? Either way, take great care. The witch is not known for her good nature...

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The thorns crumble at the touch of the supernatural lightning, the sword in their grasp falling to the ground.

"Not bad for a hero..." came an old crackly voice as a withered looking old crone hobbled out into the clearing. "So you're the one who I have to thank for this destruction..."

At the thorns crumbling, Sif lets out a breath that she did not realize she had been holding. Try as she might, all of her attempts to combat the thorns have failed. If Mjolnir had been unable to break through the cursed branches...

There is no need to lend it thought. She grins.

...and then she does not.

"You," Sif says, rushing towards the witch, sword out. She would give Thor an adequate explanation once they had cut the old hag's head off.

"Sif!" Thor barks, holding out a hand. "Stay your weapon." Which is not what the prince of old would have done... But it is what he does now, tempered by new experiences, the wisdom that comes with regret.

"I would hear who this woman is, and what she has to say," he tell her firmly, and then turns to the witch. "I brought you no destruction, my lady. The forest attacked me when I came to retrieve my weapon."

"No destruction?" The hag snorted. "You call this no destruction?" she gestured to the crater that Mjolnir's impact had created.

What?

She gapes at her friend, openly. Since when did he question her judgement? It has always been her job to question his!

"This hag sells children for food, Thor!"

"What is with you heroes and your obsession with cannibalism!" The witch exclaimed, annoyed an exasperated. "As if I had nothing else better to do with my time..."

He shoots Sif an apologetic look, but still does not attack the crone. "I defended myself and Mjolnir," he tells her coolly. "Nothing more."

"And do you have an explanation for this claim?" he adds, eyes narrowing. "The Warrior Sif does not tell tales."

"Your 'Mjolnir' wrecked this part of my forest," the witch snorted. "And warriors know not but the sword they carry. Damned fools who believe any rumor that they hear... As if a witch like myself would have to stoop so low as to deal with children!"

"Liar! I released a child, a boy no older than ten, from a house of your making not two weeks ago."

She is furious. If Thor had not commanded her back, she would charge. She truly would.

"Was it the house I live in?" The witch retorted. "I think not!"

“It was the house you sold. The house you built. The goblin we caught admitted as much.”

She turns to Thor.

“At the very least, she has provided the means to who knows how many goblins.”

"And they eat the children?" Thor asks, horrified. Hearsay is one thing, but if Sif had freed a child...

He turns to the witch again, and this time, it's with Mjolnir raised and cold eyes. "Any damage my hammer caused was not intentional before, hag," he warns. "But it will be, now."

"Do you blame a blacksmith for the murders that his weapons cause in the hands of others?" the witch scoffed, unimpressed. "As if it would be my duty to keep tabs on a place I no longer live!"

"At least a blacksmith admits he makes weapons. What else would a house made of sweets be designed for, if not to lure children?"

They certainly weren't being used for any sort of constructional fortitude.

Sweets?

"You did not mention that part," Thor mutters out of the corner of his mouth, keeping his eyes on the hag.

"For the enjoyment of the one who lives in it you daft fool! If it were to lure a child, why would it be deep in monster infested woods, eh? Don't you heroes have brains?"

"A house made entirely of candy, with child sized cages inside," she says, to Thor.

"I have brains enough to know a poor excuse when I hear it. The goblin who bought your house enjoyed capturing children. You needed only talk to him for a minute to discern his intentions.”

"Then go and kill him and get off my lawn," the witch dismissed, turning to hobble back toward her house.

And now, Thor has definitely heard enough. "That will be done as well, hag," he promised, "But first, we will deal with you."

And now, he allows Mjolnir to leave his hand again, to go flying at the witch's head.

There's an almost distracted motion as the witch waves her walking stick, a wall of force rising up to knock back Mjolnir as if it were nothing.

"You really are nothing but trouble, you hero types. Do you ever do any good, or do you just attack whatever hits your fancy?" The witch didn't even bother turning around as she continued to walk. "Such rubbish... you're all doomed to fail if this is how you act..."

"The goblin has already been dealt with," she murmurs, to Thor.

Her eyes go wide as the witch's power eclipses Mjolnir. Sense outweighs fury and she stays her hand, looking to Thor for some sort of directive.

He's half-turning to Sif to reply -- because he threw Mjolnir at an old woman and as unfair as it may be, he's fair certain that this is a battle that's over -- when he hears the strange sound of Mjolnir being knocked back. He turns back and nearly gets the hammer in the face himself, catching it just in time.

"What--" He exchanges a glance with Sif, wide-eyed as well. That was... most unexpected. But now he'll be damned if he'll let her go with that much power, so he spins the hammer again, eyes darkening. "Stay where you are, hag." And again, the sky begins to crackle.

The witch ignored him, continuing to walk, muttering to herself as she went.

She almost warns him against it, in spite of her prior desire to kill the witch. But a soldier's training overrides other instincts. She takes out her blade, the gesture more symbolic than anything else. If the lightning doesn't work, a sword will hardly do them any sort of good.

He smiles at her, anyway; it's good to know she's with him again, that she will defend him even when outmatched. He missed her greatly while he was on Earth. Both times.

When the hammer has enough momentum, he again raises it to the sky, relishing the feeling of the lightning coursing through Mjolnir, through him. What could possibly stand in his way? What could defend against this? No simple witchcraft! He hurls his arm forward, with the hammer, flinging a massive force of lighting at her.

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...remind my addled brain, when did Sif run into the witch before?

She hasn't, she's just heard conjucture. Which is MORE than enough for beheadings >:(

*jumps order quick like*

oop... still works here though

Totally was my bad, sorry!

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Jumping order a bit!

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Pardon me as I screw this up a few times. ><

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jumps order quick like