(lady) "just a flesh wound" sif (
asofwar) wrote in
poly_chromatic2012-01-31 04:22 pm
Entry tags:
001 || voice;
Hogun, Volstagg, Fandral - we appear to have been separated on the journey here. Though it has been millenia since I have last been on Midgard, I have to confess that this landscape does not look at all like I expected it would be. The locals seem...willing to help, at the very least, but deluded into thinking that this small box I am now operating will help my message get to you.
Still, it does not hurt to try.
We should regroup as soon as possible. I will wait two hours, but no more. If you are not here by then, I will go find him on my own. Remember we are on a mission here. No gallivanting around.
[ooc; \o\ \o/ /o/ ]
Still, it does not hurt to try.
We should regroup as soon as possible. I will wait two hours, but no more. If you are not here by then, I will go find him on my own. Remember we are on a mission here. No gallivanting around.
[ooc; \o\ \o/ /o/ ]

(action.)
Is this punishment for trying to resist my captivity?
[He's never hidden anything from Sif, why hide anything now?]
I am an exile no longer. [That's a good place to start, right?]
(action.)
She looks at him again.]
Is it this place? How can it be that one minute ago I was mad at your brother for being selfish and envious and now I find that he is dead?
What - [Exhales slowly.] What happened?
(action.)
Had I been a better brother, he would not have gone to such extremes. The bifrost is no more, we cannot leave even if we wished to.
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Was. She doesn't know.
She does know that she must grip his arm as convincingly as possible.]
What could you have done from your exile to reach him? How can all of it be your fault, my friend? If you were to blame, then so would I...
(action.)
Come, we shall not talk of such grave matters here in public. Let me take you to where Wolf Heart and I reside.
(action.)
But later, I want the whole story.
(action.)
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I did not lie when I said you have been missed, my dear friend. Give me time, I will adjust to this place, and maybe the news.
[A pit in her stomach tells her the maybe is a big one.] You are...different.
(action.)
You are ... uninjured?
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You ask this after breaking my ribs twice? [She laughs.]
I am fine. Sturdy bones, like a horse - remember?
(action.)
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I am uninjured. The circumstances that have lead me away from...his orders, well. They did not recquire any battling be done beforehand. [She pauses; two more steps, the mutters.] Though surely battling would have followed.
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She recovers one friend, and it seems that she will lose another. Knowing that, so soon after she crossed his orders, is not easy. Rejoicing will not be an easy thing; the thought will always be there. But, she'll try.]
For now, we revel.