[Closed] Oh death rock me asleep

[fiercestwarrior]

Who| Sif, Thane, Thor
What| Time for some people to die in a suitably dramatic fashion
Where| Somewhere on the third floor
When| Week 5
Warnings/Notes| Vomiting, murder, awkwardly timed love confessions

It doesn't take her very long to figure out that she shouldn't have drunk the water from one of the fountains, the violent vomiting up of (it feels like) everything she has ever eaten in her centuries long life being a quite excellent clue. The painful cramps are another hint, and she wishes a drawn-out and very painful death on whoever had gotten it in their sick head to poison the water. She assumes it must be their tormentors, wanting some more entertainment out of them.

It's difficult to move, but she does anyway, hoping to make it back to the Avengers store to curl up there until the cramps subside, hoping that Thor will turn up soon to stand guard over her until she has some better control of her body. She does not allow herself to think that perhaps whatever poison is affecting her now is actually a deadly one, she will find out soon enough in any case. It doesn't matter, what matters is that she must keep moving.

Her hearing is still somewhat damaged from the alarm incident, something she is keenly aware of now in her vulnerable state as she hobbles through the arena like an ancient old crone, bent over and hugging herself tightly as if he is trying to actually hold herself together. Will she hear an attacker coming? She isn't sure. Another thing she doesn't let herself think too hard about, all she can do is try to stay as alert as she can and hope that it is enough.

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[dying]

Contrary to Sif's belief, their tormentors had nothing to do with the poison in the water. Thane had been a witness to each and every step of the process. Unlike the others, he still could drink the water that was available, and it wouldn't affect him at all. Once everything went live, and people were being dosed, it was just a matter of time.

He had separated to carefully kill individuals that he found on his way. They all did. His movements were fast and quiet. He was careful, knowing that his condition for the fights could be better. It was just about two months ago that he was being tortured in prison, and now he was in here dealing with this.

He sees Sif stumbling around, and he steps back, watching her for a few moments. If he left her along, he was sure at some point she would die just from the water. Or he could end it now and not let it take hours - or days.

He steps in close to her, closing the distance with a sharp, handmade weapon, in his hand.