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Drip...

Drip...

Drip...

Drip...

There were always four drops. Evenly spread. Every morning. I sit up with resignation, as the cold seeps down into my skin. Shaking off the last vestiges of sleep, I don't know the time. The sun hadn't fully risen yet, dampness in the air, and as the blanket falls the cold climbs its way into every fibre of my being. I refuse to give in to it, though. I refuse to shiver. That's why I tell myself anyway, there is every possibility I have lost the ability to shiver. I pull the sheet away from the wall, peering at the scratch marks in the stone where I have marked my days in captivity.

I can't prove it, but I swear whenever I am removed from the cell, the guards adjust the total. At least thirty groups of five adorn the wall.

I am strength. I tell myself as I struggle to stand, my cell door opens, and a bowl of what loosely resembles porridge is thrown into my room. The mixture is so thick that all the porridge and the spoon remain within the confines of the bowl. The same act every morning they used to bring me the bowl. Place it delicately atop my bedsheets.

Then I used the sheets to snap the necks of two guards, and was down the end of the hall before I became outnumbered and overpowered. I shuffle over to the bowl, grunting as I bend down to pick it up.

I am grace. Whatever grace I possessed is long since gone. I collapse on the bed, pulling my feet underneath me. Spoon abandoned, I use my hands to pick up the mix of oats and water. Whatever taste and whatever sweetness the mixture should have, had been cooked out. It is more bread than porridge, but it provides nutrition, no matter how little. My throat fights in protest; it is dry and my lips are parched yet no liquid is provided. There is no relief, no doubt, part of the punishment for the time I used a glass as a weapon. Instead, I would need to wait until we were dragged out into the yard for the morning count, then as everyone went to work I would be able to finally satisfy my thirst.

I am resilience. I do not know how long I have been here. My body aches, my skin a pale imitation of what it once was. My skin sags, as the muscles below have faded into atrophy. I can remember a time when I could run the gauntlet with the best of them, hold my own on the training court. Sparring came naturally and easily, both within the arena and the debate circle. Few could go toe to toe with me. Now? I am held together with nothing more than spite and hope. Fear continues to tickle around the edges of my centre; I can feel it alongside the coldness creeping through my chest. Seeking to puncture my heart. I can feel it, trying to burrow its way in, chilling every point it could reach.

I can't let it win, for once it has won. What will become of me?

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Sif clung to Mjolnir with all her might, but she could feel her grip slipping steadily. This hadn't been planned; she had been at the Bifrost bridge speaking to Heimdall. Next thing, there was commotion from the city, and as she had turned to ask Heimdall what he saw, he allowed the faintest smile to creep into the corners of his mouth. "Be prepared to catch, my sister." She had turned to face the bridge, as there was a roar of energy as the rift between the realms of Yggdrasil opened. Alas, that couldn't be so. For a rift to open Hofund needed to be used; she had never heard of anyone other than Heimdall or Odin himself being able to access the Bifrost.

As Mjolnir came into view, she understood. Wherever Thor was, or whatever he was doing, he needed help. Only Thor would be able to call Mjolnir from its resting place within the throne room. Even Odin had been unable to move it, much to his annoyance. Yet here it came, screaming towards... well she wasn't entirely sure where it was going, yet Heimdall told her to catch. So she did, her joints screaming as she was pulled off her feet and into the multi-coloured madness that was the Bifrost Bridge. Various shapes, sounds, and smells assailed her as she was transported between the realms, all the while trying to maintain her grip on the handle of Mjolnir. Who, if she wasn't mistaken, was speeding up. Finally, her crip faltered as the hammer turned suddenly and shot out of view.

She wanted to scream, wanted to shout, yet no sound escaped her lips as she tumbled helplessly into the abyss. No way to know where she was going. Was Thor at the other side? Had he sent Mjolnir away? Had Odin somehow turned it around? Perhaps Odin had finally had enough, but had left her behind to serve as a lesson for disobedience. Sif screwed her eyes shut as suddenly her eyes were assaulted by the blinding rays of a midday sun. She could feel a cool winter air as she fell through the air, but before she could twist herself the air was knocked out of her as she formed a small crater. There was a loud obnoxious honking and screeching sound, she could hear voices. They didn't sound like trolls, or giants, which had been her first concern.

Pushing herself to her feet, she stumbled slightly.

"Hey theres a woman down there!"

"Where the hell did she come from?"

"What the hell is she wearing?"

"Woah, that's a lot of woman."

"How is she alive?"

Bending her knees, she pushed off. Clearing the hole in one go and landing on what appeared to be some form of wide path. Buildings stood at either side, and smaller buildings on wheels seemed to be using this path as a throughway. Midgard. Ofcourse, it would be Midgard. Thors affinity for the mortals here had always landed him in trouble, in their youth they had spent much time here. Thor had always told her the stories of what it had been like before, when Gods and Monsters vied for the allegiance and worship of mortals. She was never entirely sure if he had missed it, or if he had missed the feeling of being needed.

Now it is he, that needs my aide.

Looking around at the wide eyed group of mortals surrounding her, Sif singled out a woman who appeared less scared about Sifs sudden appearance. "You-!" All colour dropped from the womans face, as she looked behind her hopefully, and then pointed her hand at her own chest.

"M-m-me?"

"Aye-" Sif stepped forward, and everyone else stepped back. "-tell me. What do you know of Thor?"

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My kingdom for a box of hammers...

@Master Bruce

UOU: Hammers of Justice.

No Wraith allowed

"I wasn't ^{_{exactly honest with you about Thor, in the facility there is the axe.}}"

As Jackie let out a soft, relaxed breath, her entire body went limp, and Sif lowered Jackie's head down gently. As she did so with her free hand, she pulled off her cloak, placing the furs underneath the woman's head, cushioning it against the cold floor. She smiled softly before looking up at Helen. Their eyes locking as they met, a shiver of recognition travelled Sif's body as she met those emerald green eyes. Sif was about to ask the woman if they had met before, the knawing sensation of recognition clawing at the back of her brain like an itch she couldn't quite scratch. When the woman at the door cleared her throat loudly, drawing attention back to her.

Sif allowed her eyes to travel over her. She was clearly some kind of warrior, like the others who had shot Jackie. That said, the garb was different. It appeared to be more functional, with a sleeker design. Rather than some form of flag on her shoulder, there was the crest of some form of bird. From the head shape, either some kind of hawk or an eagle. The edges of the eagle were lined with green against the black. Much of her outfit actually appeared to have green highlights. Everything except for the weapon that was pointed directly towards Sif.

"Okay, now disarm and step back so I can call for help."

Sif stood up and stepped away from Jackie; however, her hand never moved to the hilt of her sword. Her hand stayed loosely by her side, in an open palm. "Farther aide will not be necessary, and as I said to those who wounded Jackie. I will not disarm. You mortals have already proved to be willing to wound first, and ask questions later."

Roz looked to Helen for help, who merely shrugged as she returned her attention to gently stroking Jackies forehead. Not seeing any other recourse, and the magical giant lady had saved the life of someone shot at by the police Roz did the only thing she could do, she holstered her pistol and moved over to Jackie for a cursory examination. Breathing, heart rate, and all appeared good. From what a basic glance could make out, there had been no wound at all. It was as if the bullet had never hit her, but for the blood-stained clothes. Roz held a hand over where the wound should have been, and then looked up at Sif who stood there watching her suspiciously.

"My name is Agent Rosalind Solomon, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Who are you, and where did you come from?"

Sif stood to her full height, hand resting on the hilt of her sword. "I am Lady Sif, of Asgard, and I have come in search of Thor."

This 'Rosalind' merely raised an eyebrow, again with this response of not knowing who Thor was, or perhaps it was Asgard or her title that was confusing. When Sif had last been to Midgard, she had just been a humble Goddess. Now she was a great warrior; she liked to think one of the finest in Asgard, though there would be many who would attempt to dispute her claim. "He left Asgard years ago, with word that forces of a great evil were trying to amass more power. After all this time, he has called for aid, and I have come to rejoin his side."

"That's a lot-" Roz shook her head. "-thats a lot to process, are you talking about Thor, the Norse God of Thunder?"

Sif nodded, finally pleased that she was getting somewhere. "Aye-" Before Sif could respond further, the entire room exploded. Roz and Helen threw themselves ontop of Jackie as debris from the far wall went flying through the room. Sif spun on her heel towards the wall as it tore apart, right hand pulling her sword from its sheath. The Asgardian blade sliced effortlessly through what had once been a cabinet full of various herbs and tonics.

The Red Armoured troll roared as he tore through the wall, and he didn't stop to assess the damage. Barreling straight towards Rosalind and Helen, there was a succession of six bangs as Rosalind let loose a volley of shots from his weapon. The projectiles bounce harmlessly off the creature's armour. As he careered straight for them, Sif felt her entire body coil like a spring as she pushed off the ground; she could feel the floor crack slightly under her feet from the power of her stride as she careered into him. Leading with her shoulder. Sif felt as if she had tried to tackle an immovable object. Twisting with the momentum, she brought herself up, sliding on her feet as the behemoth stumbled slightly and looked at her with a look of utter contempt upon his face.

"You think you're tough, you think you can stop me?!" He ran towards her, swinging one of his massive fists, to which she ducked and dodged beneath. Bobbing and weaving as the next fist came careering directly for her face. "Think you can do it all do you? What makes you think you can stop me?" Sif spun her blade in her good hand as she turned, with a mighty clang it bounced off his armour without leaving anything more than a scratch. Her shock delayed her, causing her to hesitate as a giant fist collided with her and sent her flying through the window of the shop. As she picked herself up off the street, she never even noticed the fact it was quiet, and there was nobody else around.

All she heard was the thudding of heavy feet, the crunching of glass and rubble as the troll climbed out of the recently opened window. "I'm the Juggernaut, bitch. Come and have a go, if you think you're hard enough."

Sif picked up her blade, smiling as he charged at her. She swung high, dove low. Sliding between his legs, slashing at the back of them as he stumbled away. Twisting his giant arms around, he slammed into the ground, but again, she was too fast. The two entered a dance, her strikes despite her Asgardian steel bouncing harmlessly off his skin and armour. Reasoning her to believe that there must have been some kind of enchantment at play.

Though for all the harmless strikes she landed on the one who had identified himself as the 'Juggernaut' his slow and lumbering frame prevented him from landing a strike back. Given the earlier blow which had completely rattled her, Sif really didn't want to see what a single one of these strikes would do to her. He roared in frustration as he slammed his fist on the ground, knocking her off balance. "I don't have time for you, Bitch." He spat as he picked up a piece of loose road surface from where he had cracked it and threw it at her.

As she cut through the material neatly, she heard his thunderous footsteps as he powered his way down the street. Her first thought was to simply let him get away, until she started to hear the people scream. He collided with carriages, sending them flying, then she watched as he collided headfirst into a building. Then, back out the other side, slicing down with her sword she allowed her magic to pour into it and open the breach. "-Huh?" was all she heard as she braced herself in front of him; however, the force knocked the wind out of her and into a nearby wall. She saw him slow, just barely. Groaning as Sif pushed herself back to her feet she opened a new breach. Once again, stepping out before him, this time ready. Jumping to the side, she sliced, the tip of her blade making contact with his arm. He stumbled, but didn't slow.

Sweat running down her brow, as she did it again, and again. Every time she appeared, she would dodge, duck and wave. Before trying to catch the few pieces of exposed skin with her blade, she nicked and cut him. Small droplets of blood started to form on the parts of skin she had successfully hit several times. The expletives increased in their frequency and pitch. Shouting and swearing as she appeared, and disappeared just as quickly in an attempt to try and keep up with him. Until eventually she misjudged it, in the middle of the street she choked and coughed as his massive fist picked her up, stumbling himself to a halt, he held her high above his head. She could feel the immense pressure pushing down on her throat, as her sword lay dropped, forgotten and abandoned on the ground.

"I didn't come to fight, you stupid bitch. You should have just left well enough alone." He lifted her higher, and she grabbed his wrist uselessly with one hand. Attempting to claw at it, while her other hand reached for her belt. "I was just sent the Roxxon site, for their secret. I've not been paid to get rid of you, but I'm starting to think I'm going to have to- AAAAAGH!"

The small blade sliced through the skin of his hand as she forced it down, his hand opening to release her she fell to the floor and rolled, picking up her sword as she did so. He walked towards her, as she pulled herself slowly to her feet, watching him nurse and rub his hand. Sif grimaced, which turned to a smile as it turned to a low rumble in the sky above her. A familiar echo, as the sky dimmed and darkened above her. The wind stopped, and everything turned still before it picked up again from the other direction. Droplets of water started to fall from the sky, leaving small splashes on the ground as the gentle pitter-patter started to increase in tempo and power.

Sif stood once again, picking up her sword, she looked up into the sky and closing her eyes. Allowing the rain to wash over her, cooling her. The old familiar feeling, the sense of security. A smile started crawling across her face.

"What are you smiling about?" There was a flash of lightning down the street, and a figure appeared within it. "What in blazes is going on?" Sif knew that at the end of things, she could always count on him. He always allowed her to fight her own battles, face her own demons. Yet, Sif could always count on him. Her not-so-silent protector. She had come to Midgard to find him, yet he had found her.

Thor had arrived.

Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

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Oh no,

Welp, it was fun while it lasted.

@Lord Wraith

See everyone at the next one!

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L A D Y S I F
L A D Y S I F

^{"If your blade were as sharp as your tongue, I might be concerned."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Lady Sif 'Diana' _________________________________________________________ Approx.1439 | SINGLE _________________________________________________________ ASGARDIAN | ASGARDIAN (Themyscira) A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S _________________________________________________________ [+] A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Odin - All-Father of Asgard and the eight realms. Like many of the Elder Gods he has, at one point or another, laid claim to Midgard (Earth). ◼ Freyja - Queen and confidant of Sif. ◼ Thor - Sometimes friend, sometimes lover of Sif. God of Thunder and the Crown Prince. ◼ Loki - Adoptive Son/Prince. Prince of Jotunheim, sometimes an ally, sometimes an enemy. ◼ Heimdall - Adoptive Brother. Guards the Bifrost and maintains a constant vigil upon the nine realms. ◼ Queen Hippolyta - Unknown to Sif, but Diana's true mother is the Amazonian Queen. A N T A G O N I S T ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Loki - Note ◼ Ulik - Note ◼ Laufey - Note ◼ Amora - Note - P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E _________________________________________________________ XX - Post Name -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ___________________________________________________________________________________ The Greek Gods, Aphrodite and Ares were rivals. Aphrodite desired to bring the world together through peace, love and unity. Ares sought to bring the world together with blood, violence and subjugation. As the world of Man, Gods and Monsters tore itself apart. When it became apparent that the time of the Gods was coming to an end, Aphrodite, with Hera, created Themyscira. A haven for Woman kind, myth and magic hidden away in the world of man, science and reason. When Zeus discovered this haven for the future of womankind he visited in his form of an Eagle, quickly discovered by Queen Hippolyta. The two exchanged in a battle of wills. Treaties and Laws signed in halls of unknowing prevented Gods from actively interfering in mortal affairs on Earth, and Zeus worried this could be seen as interference, worried about possible repercussions from the other Gods. Not wishing a fate matching that of Ra and his court. The two became close over their sessions, as she tried to convince him of the necessity of Themyscira and its role in protecting the world. Then Zeus did, as Zeus always does. Diana was born nine months later, with the most perfect golden hair. Now under threat from both the other Gods, and his Wife. Zeus was never seen on Themyscira again. Hippolyta had another issue. Keeping Dianas true parentage a secret, especially on Earth would be difficult. Word of her glowing, golden hair spread quickly and if Hera did not come for retribution, Zeus had many enemies both mortal and immortal over the years, and so, a bargain was struck with Zeus rival. Odin, All-Father of Asgard, the Aesir and the nine realms. Using secret links between the realms, Diana was secreted away. Becoming Sif, sister of Heimdall and daughter of Odin and the Nine Daughters of Aegir and Ran. Like all daughters, Sif was taught not just the household tasks but the way of the warrior. Freyja, in many ways, her adoptive stepmother, encouraged Sifs pursuit of the warrior ways. Much to the chagrin of Odin, who felt that Sif should follow the example of Amora. Another of her kin, who Odin felt would have been a fine suitor for the young princeling, Thor. Thor however, had other ideas and was far more interested in the warrior spirit that Sif presented. Thinking that it was her appearance that drew Thor's eye, Amora enchanted her own hair, turning it blonde. Magic always comes at a cost and it forever tainted her eyes green. Meaning she would forever be marked as a sorceress. Loki, ever the bitter younger brother, seeking Odin's approval, took matters into his own hands. Using a magic blade, he cut the hair from Sif's head. Enraged, Thor sought to defend Sifs honour however after she had finished dealing with his attempt at gallantry, Sif took Loki by the throat and demanded that she replace her hair immediately. The hair was beautifully crafted by the Dwarves of Nidvallir, however Loki had not paid the smiths for their talents and expertise so as it was planted and took root in her head, the hair turned as black as night. The Dwarves felt that it did not deserve to be golden, due to a lack of payment. While Asgardians were unable to return to Midgard, that did not however mean that there were not other realms that were in need of their assistance. A revolution brought on by a union between Ulik and Fárbauti, king of the Rock Trolls and Frost Giants respectively, lead to turmoil among the nine realms. They say nothing bonds two men more than fighting on the battlefield. It was more than that for Sif and Thor. They complemented eachother perfectly, within time their union was so well known that foes feared to face them on the battlefield. Foes feared Sif, for if they succeeded, it would bring about the wrath of Thor, and vice versa. As peace was brought to the Nine Realms. Whispers of another threat lingered on the edges of space. An evil as old as the Gods themselves, some said, even older. The evil of Apokolips. Thor and Odin argued, and for those three days and three nights, thunder and lightning clashed in the skies of Asgard. It was said that these storms spread throughout the realms themselves. As they calmed, Sif walked into the grand hall to comfort Thor. Instead, all she found was a weary Odin, and Mjolnir lying in the middle of the room. He had left. Sif pleaded with Odin to let her go after Thor. She would bring him back, by carrot or by stick. He forbade it, told her under no circumstances was she to return to Midgard, and so she sparred. She trained. She worked with the Warriors Three to maintain peace on Asgard, when one day there was a mighty roar of thunder. She transported herself to the Bifrost, anticipating Thors return, but instead she watched as Mjolnir tore its way passed Heimdall, aiming for the bifrost and away from Asgard. Sif grabbed the handle and was pulled along with it, careering out into space. She lost her grip along the way, coming crashing down in the small town of Broxton, Oklahoma. TLDR Zeus fucked Hippolyta. Diana was born, sent to Asgard, and became Sif. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) __________________________________________________________________________________ I always enjoy the mythological aspects of the comic books, so playing Diana having become Sif (which in my head just makes sense) gives me a fun chance to explore multiple pantheons and how they relate to one another. Most importantly, I could not pass up the chance to play Wonder Woman and have the opportunity to write with @Lord Wraith and @Master Bruce to form the Trinity. Sif is new to Earth, she's a seasoned warrior but new to Earth. She's going to face foes from both the World of Man, and the World of Myth. All in a quest to find Thor, help him out of whatever situation he is in, kick him in the balls and drag him home.

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^{"I didn't bring gold, but I brought steel."___}

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Degenerates, surely.

@Master Bruce

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I know, who do they think they are?

@Master Bruce

Nobody waited for acceptance either. Straight into the character tab, just who do they think they are?

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Look at all you lot. Having finished sheets smh

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Sneaky sneak.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

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Dang. Sucks to see you go. I was enjoying your stories and was looking forward to seeing where you were going to take your Peter clone story.

@King Kindred

Peter 2 was the Clone. Richard Parker was the Jackal. Agent S was Peter 2 who would slowly be dying and then Peter was going to Dave him which would lead him to him becoming venom.