[hr][center][i][H3][color=00ffff]Shieldmaiden[/color][/h3]Victoria van Dyne[/i][hr][b][Color=00ffff]Location:[/color][/b] Workshop -> Dorm -> The field (School Carnival)
[B][Color=00ffff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]
[b][i][color=00ffff]The night before...[/color][/i][/b]

Victoria was tearing herself apart. Her last two years were spent pretty much not interacting with her roommate - A magician that recently transferred out to the Strange academy without so much as letting her observe his training once - which was something she should change. But she put it off for so long that now Hope and James were on her case, pretty much ordering her to socialize, in so many words. So, she wanted to. And of course the academy decided to make that easy by shoving her in a room with one of two people who could not just lift her VEIL, utterly smash it. It was all the worse that from what little she gleamed of Zarima Raynordattir so far, she was one of the most interesting people here! She supposed she should take solace in not being assigned with that detestable frenchwoman - That would have been a nightmare squared.

Thus she found herself wandering to her workshop rather than her bed, where she was brooding in misery for a while now, which was finally dawning on her. [i]Don't just stand there you muppet! If you're too scared to face the music, at least do something worthwhile with your time![/i] she berated herself, sitting down by the bench and starting to draw up some concepts for an armor upgrade. A lalse in judgement, because she got so absorbed in it that by the time she checked the clock, it was well past breakfast time.

[b][i][color=00ffff]Present day...[/color][/i][/b]

Victoria made her way to their room, resigning to the inevitability of it all. Countless scenarios played in her head, from getting fangirled at as a cool robot to being stabbed with a sword. But majority of the simulations resulted in a positive outcome, which gave her a reason to be carefully optimistic.

All of which was for nought, as by the time she dragged her heels there, the room was vacant. Mentally kicking herself, she sat down on her unused bed, wondering how to fix this. Maybe she should suggest some activity to bond over? And apologize! Definitely apologize.

[Pre]From: Viking Vicky
To: Legend in the flesh
Subject: Carnival gettogether?

Hi, it's Victoria. I'm sorry for not even coming to introduce myself
yesterday. I... Well, I'm a socially awkward penguin and I freaked out
over a change happening in my life >.< I hope I didn't offend
too badly.

I'd like to fix this and make it up to you. Let me know if you
want to meet somewhere, otherwise I guess I'll be at the pool noodle
fencing, that sounded like fun.

Cheers,
-V[/pre]
Her finger stopped just shy of tapping the send button.

[Code]WARNING: Current action in violation of VEIL risk mitigation measures.

WARNING: Ceasing current action violates user assigned objectives.

DECISION REQUEST HANDED TO PERSONALITY MATRIX[/code]

[i]I hate my life right now![/i] the robot in disguise cursed, before calming herself down. Very well, if fencing was too much of a risk, maybe some other activity would do? What was there to do again? [i]Fortune telling... Is asking for trouble. Chess... I'd have to throttle myself down. Dunk tank... What'd poor Coulson do? VR Duck Season... I like Moorhuhn better. Take photo in a costume... Nope, I have dignity. No, no, nope, hell no... Oh hello there?[/i]

Her eyes lit up. Did the legit get THE hammer here? That seemed to fit the bill. Cultural interest for her fake background? Check. Something to bond over with roommate? Most likely. Getting a review of her efforts to be the best person she could be? Priceless. She went to retype the last part of the message and sent it.

[Pre]Let me know if you want to meet somewhere,
otherwise I guess I'll be getting myself judged by a hammer,
If you want to find me.

Cheers,
-V[/pre]

Decision made, Victoria checked herself over, wondering if she should dress for society or sport, before deciding on the latter and keeping her exercise outfit on, just in case she did decide to join any of the sportier things to do. The Archery was also alluring, if only for possibly helping her find something to exploit against Fortress Novikova.

As she walked to the field, she connected to the school net and browsed some of the recent gossip in hopes of maybe finding something to strike conversations over.

[I]Some young avenger couple broke up? No doubt Cas' will come preach of it to me in the evening. I should start personnel files on them and mark this for exploitation.

She-taskmaster got booted? Well that doesn't scream 'villain' at all. I need to review everything on her.

New teacher being a robot sent here to infiltrate the schoo- Really? REALLY? Really. Is this someone's idea of a joke? The f*****g nerve![/i]

She disconnected, swearing she was getting a headache despite that not being possible.

[B][i][color=00ffff]The field...[/color][/i][/b]

Her anger went away as quickly as it came, being replaced by more and more uncertainty as the quantity of people around her increased. Steeling herself, she made her way towards the [s]shrine[/s] stall with the mighty hammer, hoping to get there before a queue formed up.

Once she finally reached her target, doubt immediately seeped in again, and for some reason Victoria felt the need to reason with the inannimate object. "Well... Here we are. Am I worthy? Dunno. Trying my best tho. So, hammer hammer on the floor, who's the worthiest of them all? If not me, well... I hope that if ever you're in the area and I just can't hack it, you'll help. Tis all I ask, okay?"

Then she closed her palm around the hammer's haft almost in reverence, sucked in a breath, closed her eyes and gently pulled.