Asgardian with a gun

[fiercestwarrior]

Who| Sif and whoever feels like coming across her
What| She got a carbine in the scavenger hunt, she's taking it apart to understand how it works
Where| The Marvel Shop, she's taken to hanging out there
When| End of week two
Warnings/Notes| None yet though violence is always a possibility of course, will update if necessary.

It had been plenty obvious when she opened her locker to find her scavenger hunt prize that the thing inside with her name engraved on it was a weapon. A rather primitive one, by the looks of things.

She held off on investigating it further for a while, finding a relatively safe place to hide it in until she thought she had the time to get more familiar with it.

Since she didn't want to risk making unnecessary noise or depleting possible ammo she didn't pull what she assumed to be the trigger, and instead set about taking the thing apart, slowly and very carefully. She was well used to a multitude of weapons after all and while this particular one was not familiar, she was fairly certain that she could figure out how to use it without too much difficulty.

She had abandoned the tight leggings she wore before and was now attired in simple grey sweat pants that she had managed to find, since ease of movement was very important. She'd kept the corset though, even if it was hidden under a Captain America hoodie at the moment.

There was something meditative about taking care of a weapon, almost like the calm she tended to feel when she honed the edge of her sword. She wished that she could have it now, rather than this to her mind rather clumsy thing. She wanted her sword and shield, and an honorable fight. Battle the way it was supposed to be, and not this gory farce.

No matter. She would see Thor safe through it, and then face her death like a warrior should all the same. If songs would be sung about this she would not care to hear them, but even so she was determined to meet her end with dignity when the time came.

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[tookthewheel]

Around one of the display cases comes the Winter Soldier who stops at the sight of the woman he met in the training room of the tribute centre back before the jailbreak attempt. His eyes track downwards to the Captain America hoodie she wears, the same as Stark (who Bucky has avoided this past week since the incident -- a feat given they both made base here) and he wonders why others seem so attracted to wearing Steve's symbol this way.

Deeming her not a threat he comes forward, noting the carbine she is currently taking apart, a twin to the one currently slung over his shoulder except for the name inscribed on it. There's a moment where Bucky's fingers itch to take it from her, or at least the ammo and he represses it instantly. She is an ally, not an enemy, not a target.

"Hello." he says cautiously, in case she hasn't heard him approaching. Bucky walks silently by instinct and habit, the importance of stealth wired into his brain. So much of the assassin is always present with him, still favouring dark clothing even outside the arena and hiding his presence unless he wishes it known.

[fiercestwarrior]

In Sif's case it is because it happened to be the first thing she grabbed when she felt the need to put on something warmer.

She hears Bucky enter the store and confirms with a glance that it is not someone hostile approaching, but she does not greet him until he chooses to speak up. It isn't really an unfriendly gesture and more just leaving it up to him whether or not he wishes to have a conversation, since she would be fine with just being quiet around one another as well.

When he does decide to speak, she looks up at him again and offers him a polite nod.

"Greetings."

[tookthewheel]

"You received one as well." he nods to the carbine she's disassembling, swinging his own off his shoulder.

It is a good idea, what she's doing. Bucky has already taken his apart and reassembled it once, checking for faults within its components and found it functionally perfect. Proper maintenance of weaponry was a necessity though to ensure its reliability later on in combat, a gun must be kept clean and ready.

She's looks well, he notes belatedly, functional herself.

[fiercestwarrior]

"You seem more familiar with them than I."

Not that she has seen him actually use it, but there is still something about the way he holds it, like he is intimately aware of its function and how best to put it to use.

It is the same way that she herself might hold her sword.

[rocket_raccoon]

Rocket had gone off on one of his scavenging trips, and this time he found himself in this... "Marvel Store." It hadn't had anything of use to him before, but as he'd passed it this time, he was sure he could smell something akin to gun oil. It was the last scent he expected to come wafting out of that store, and yet... There was no mistaking it. There was a good old fashioned firearm in the store somewhere.

Sniffing at the air, Rocket moved swiftly into and through the store, searching for where it was coming from. It was at least a very distinct smell, especially from amongst the cloth and plastic that stocked the rest of the shelves. And it wasn't long before Rocket turned a corner, climbed a shelf, looked toward the scent's origin and-

Gasped in shock and horror.

"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?!?!?!"

I love you so much right now

[fiercestwarrior]

While usually a relatively graceful woman, or at least not a clumsy one, nothing could have prepared Sif for having a small furry creature shrieking at her as if she had just murdered its mother, and so for once her well-honed warrior reflexes did not in fact lead to her leaping off the counter she was sitting on to land in a suitably badass pose, ready for battle.

No, she just fell down on the floor with a heavy thump.

"What are you doing?"

Because this was possibly the worst murder attempt ever if that was his goal.

Then again she wasn't really doing so great at fending it off down there on the floor either so all in all perhaps they had an equal part of blame to take for this being a most inglorious battle, if it was even a battle at all.

i live to serve~~

[rocket_raccoon]

He could have cried. Right there at that very moment. A beautiful piece of a classic firearm, humie or not, strewn around in parts. It was horrible. Especially since Rocket could immediately tell that it wasn't being done by someone who understood what they were doing.

"What'm I doin'?!" He echoed the words incredulously, turning for the first time to actually look at the woman who was now on the floor. "I ain't the one tearin' apart perfectly good weaponry!! Look- Lookit what you did!!"

He rushed over quickly, already grabbing at pieces to start reassembling the poor thing. "This is shameful. You got some serious issues to go an' do somethin' like this. What'd the gun ever do to you, huh?!?!"

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[fiercestwarrior]

Sif got to her feet and reached for Rocket, intending to grab him by the neck to lift him up and away from her disassembled gun, all the while glaring daggers at the talking vermin.

"The better question is what I am going to do to you unless you calm yourself."

Sif was not a person who responded well to suddenly being yelled at, especially not by someone laying hands on her weapon without asking first.

[iflipmyhair]

Grenades. Good. She could use them. Now she just needed to make the bombs.

However, the sound of clicks and metal caused her to stop. It came from one of the shops. "Marvel". A gun? It sounded like one. Maybe she could take it - if it was worth the fight. If not, she'd figure something out.

Grasping one of her grenades in her hand, she carefully began to sneak in. She needed to figure out if there was a weapon there - as well as who was there. Quietly she took a toy from one of the shelves and tossed it over the aisles, where it landed with a loud squeak.

Time to see how whoever was there would react.

[fiercestwarrior]

Sif dropped down from the counter she'd been sitting on to land crouched down behind it, taking with her the dislodged skate blades that were still her only weapons apart from the gun she'd been examining.

"Who goes there?"

[iflipmyhair]

"Me."

Its a single word. The voice is young, but then again, Homura, at least physically, is young. Her tone is level as she speaks from her hiding spot.

"I'm certain I can hear you with your weapon. I want to know what it is."

[fiercestwarrior]

"A primitive projectile weapon."

If Homura was hoping for something more specific she is definitely asking the wrong person, since Sif isn't overly familiar with midgardian weaponry and thus does not, for example, have the various names of different kins of guns in her vocabulary.

[arrogantalloy]

Tony was perched as usual on the stores shop counter right now not fiddling but reading one of the comics the store offered, he was amusing himself with one of the Hawkeye comics in particular.

After a while of sitting quietly Tony glances over at Sif while she works at making sure the gun is properly cared for, he watches her hear and there before speaking up.

"So, do you think it's considered lucky to have your name on a gun?"

Like Sif, he was also wearing a Captain America hoodie (But then he's barely taken it off since finding the place and changing.), along with his other assortment of Marvel fashion. Mostly because he knows if he goes to the actual clothing stores he'll start getting picky.

[fiercestwarrior]

Sif had grown relatively comfortable with having Tony around, to a point where she actually sort of enjoyed his company. He was oftentimes a rather confusing person to be around, but he was clever and charming when he wanted to be, and it was nice to have someone to talk to besides Thor. Someone she had less complicated feelings about.

"Why would it be?"

[arrogantalloy]

"Well, there are 'Midgardians' back home who would make feel superstitious about that."

He flips to another page skimming the page.

"I mean I don't think it's lucky or unlucky, really. But I've still had an intimate experience with a weapon with my name on it."

He turns another page with his casual tone about the whole topic. Before looking up at her.

"But then, you probably get a lot of weapons pointed at you, named or unnamed you're going to take them on."

[fiercestwarrior]

"If I have to, yes."

Satisfied that she had some sort of grasp of at least how her new gun was put together, Sif started to reassemble it again with the same care that she had taken it apart with. Weapons were to be treated with respect, even when they were not ones she would choose for herself.

"What was the intimate experience?"

[oopsright]

Taken to scouting out the various shops to see what they can offer to her, Tess slips into this Marvel store and moves carefully through the aisles and stands, finding a Thor hoodie to take with her. Which should come in handy at night, extra warmth, extra layers. She looks a little worse for wear, bruised along her left cheek where the cut has scabbed over, bloodied and dark bandages peeking out from under the right rolled up sleeve of her red flannel plaid shirt, dark and old blood staining the front of her white shirt underneath, left side of her ribs. Bags hug underneath her eyes, and there's a tired shuffle to her steps.

It isn't until she's moving closer to the counter, her skate hanging at her side in her hand, that she notices the other woman. More so...Tess notices the gun she's begun to take apart and her brow lifts. "You don't think it's counter-productive to be taking that apart?"

What if she needed the damn thing?

[fiercestwarrior]

Sif looked up, a little startled to find herself not alone, but once she had looked Tess over she determined that she could probably take her should the woman be looking for a fight.

"Only if I do not put it back together again."

Which she intended to do once she had made herself a bit more familiar with the mechanics of the thing. She didn't really feel like alerting everyone in who knew how large an area that there was a weapon around, and she was fairly certain that her new weapon would make a fair bit of noise when fired.

[oopsright]

"Why pull it apart in the first place? Looks perfectly fine to me."

Tess is definitely not looking for a fight. She doesn't know that this woman is an Asgardian warrior and can hold herself against even the fiercest of monsters; Sif, to Tess, looks like the average woman playing with a gun. Like she herself might appear perched on the edge of a counter, pieces laid out. That doesn't mean she's going to try and start something.

[frozenfractalsallaround]

Elsa had gotten fairly brave, just like Anna. The two of them had a mutual agreement that it was silly to stick together every second of every day; it was just impractical. They would split up to scavenge for supplies and whatnot. When Elsa found out that there was a store dedicated to Thor's universe, she had to check it out as soon as possible. She had become intrigued by the idea of super heroes and the like, so it sounded right up her alley.

She herself had changed as well, wearing clothes she wasn't quite used to wearing; she'd been unable to resist wearing a shirt featuring Olaf, and a pair of dress-y pants. She just couldn't bring herself to wear jeans, afeter all. She had redone her braid in it's typical style, as well. Her expression was curious and a little excited as she stepped into the store, though there was a slight cautiousness.

It didn't take her long to spot Sif, looking for people long before she took in the sights. It also didn't take her long to spot the gun in Sif's hand, and Elsa paused near the entrance. She couldn't tell if she was a friend or enemy, so after a split second of debate, she ducked behind a display of what appeared to be foam hammers, peeking out from around it. "Hello? I'm just looking around. I don't mean any harm."

That had worked well for her so far, at least.

[fiercestwarrior]

"Then no harm will come to you."

Sif's voice was calm, though she was in fact still ready to resist a possible sneak attack. Elsa's careful approach could be a bluff after all.

[frozenfractalsallaround]

Elsa was similar, to be honest. While Sif's assurance was a comfort, she wasn't stupid and knew that anyone could lie and claim not to be a danger and turn around and stab her in the back. At the same time, she'd so long lived in fear that she just couldn't bring herself to be too afraid. "Thank you," she said with a small nod, before moving out from behind the displays.

"My name is Elsa," she said, stepping closer, eyeing the gun nervously but trying to disregard it after a moment. "May I ask who you are?"

[honeyibrokeharlem]

Bruce came back from another round of scavenging, Christmas lights draped over his shoulder, when he saw the unfamiliar woman with the parts of a gun in her lap.

His hand drifted to his pocket where he kept a taser. He wasn't immediately aggressive, but it didn't hurt to be wary.

"Hello, there."

[fiercestwarrior]

Sif would agree with him that a careful aproach was indeed very wise to have, she had already learned that there were people in this arena that were decidedly uninterested in peaceful interactions.

Still, Bruce did not appear to be much of a threat, and if he decided to try and change that she was fairly certain that she could handle him.

"Greetings."

[honeyibrokeharlem]

Well, she wasn't jumping to stab him with a trigger or something, so that was a step in the right direction. He slowly let the roll of lights fall to his hand and put it aside.

"So... did you pick this store at random?" Was she from their world and drawn in by what was familiar, or was she just looking for someplace quiet to take apart her gun?

He didn't like an unfamiliar face in the closest thing they had to a home base. Hopefully, she was friendly.