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Peggy Carter!
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Eight O'Clock on the Dot!
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Post by Z inactive maureenevans on Apr 24, 2016 19:38:00 GMT
“My name is Death and the end is here…”
One of Morrigan’s eyebrows shot up at Tony’s suggestion, her lips inadvertently dropping into a slight scowl. “You mean like the dozen I sent over as soon as we reached the area who have been fighting alongside your SHIELD agents already?” she quipped, her cerulean orbs landing heavily on the billionaire. Most of the men who’d gone to assist the SHIELD contingent would not make it out alive, but hopefully they would at least help make a difference over there.
Stark’s next suggestion was an odd one, but Morrigan supposed she could see the logic behind it. If she could hear what was being said on the SHIELD channel, she would no longer have to rely on the likes of Tony Stark to keep her in the loop. Nodding to one of her men, she watched him dart off in search of a dead body to pillage. Her main focus right now was keeping a shield up over the general vicinity - especially with the electricity arcing dangerously through the air all around them. Thankfully, the Atlantean mages seemed to have a handle on shields as well, so she relaxed the potency of her own ability to save her energy for later.
Turning to the Asgardian, she lifted one eyebrow and grinned. Of course the Asgardian would know the myth, and the reason behind her chosen alias. “No… Not all of them.” Birds were some of the only creatures who didn’t seem to be automatically aggressive when in her presence, though. Ravens, she’d heard, were especially intelligent. Perhaps she’d have to get some in the future. Glancing to the male Asgardian, Morrigan’s face shifted back to a mask of seriousness.
Right. Battle.
A quick nod to Sigyn was the only response she offered to the sorceress’s question. If they were still in the area, Morrigan would be fine speaking with the Asgardian. Perhaps she’d be able to tell her where to find Baldr. His time was coming soon. She barely knew the Asgardian Prince, but she couldn’t help but feel sad at the prospect of his demise. It was an odd feeling, and one she didn’t care to think on too much.
Emerald Isle? Morrigan blinked in confusion and shook her head. “I’m from Denver.” Whether that made any sense to the Asgardian or not, she wasn’t sure, but it was the truth. A slight chuckle trickled out of Morrigan’s lips at Sigyn’s admission and she shook her head. “You and I are in the same boat, then. I’m learning as I go, though.” As if on cue, a pair of mutants returned to her side, blood trickling from the side of one’s head. He was limned in blue, but she offered a grim smile nonetheless. “Left flank - assist our younger brothers and sisters,” she commanded, shooting a blast of force towards a Chitlian in that direction in an attempt to lead by example. The pair took a moment to catch their breath, but headed off at her command.
A bright blast in the sky caught Morrigan’s attention and she turned her eyes towards the garnet and gold suit tumbling through the air. Bringing one hand up to the communication device now snugly planted in her ear, she initiated it and called up to the Avenger. “Are you alright, Mr. Stark?” she asked, her voice even and distant. Inside the suit, he was safe from her abilities - whether he would make it out of this alive was as good as anyone’s guess.
“Some of my brethren have more range, as you can see,” she explained, gesturing towards a few hurling spikes and other means of alien destruction from a distance. “Some of them have had decades to practice their craft - not as long as your kind, I imagine, but I trust their abilities.”
The Chitauri grenade rocked the area, but Morrigan’s shield held strong against the blast. As the dust settled, she watched the women Sigyn mentioned helping across the battlefield. She hadn’t noticed them before, not really, but as soon as her eyes landed on one, she became mesmerized. Her body went slack, but she could feel something inside of her reaching out towards the Asgardian warrioresses. They were beautiful. True messengers of Death. The feel of something wet on her cheek finally dragged Morrigan’s attention away and she swiped one blue fist across her cheek to remove the tear that had slid down.
“You think I’m descended from one of them?” she asked, still in awe.
As the electricity in the air began to fizzle back down, a mutant returned to her side, offering a small ear insert with an upturned palm. Brushing the surface off with her thumb, she sighed and tucked the object into her right ear, wincing at the static currently buzzing over the connection - probably some result of the massive electricity storm outside the safety of their magical bubble. Soon enough, the line went quiet again, before normal chatter began to filter in. Morrigan wasn’t accustomed to focusing on unattached voices while dealing with a battle going on around (though, to be fair, she wasn’t accustomed to a battle in general), but after a few moments, she seemed to regain her sense of self.
The snark from the Asgardian beside her was a welcome sound and Morrigan turned to offer the woman a grin. She may not be a human, but Morrigan definitely liked her. Asgardians seemed not to be so hateful towards those with gifts, at least, probably because some of them had abilities of their own. Perhaps they would make good allies in the coming days. That idea was only secured further as she watched Sigyn finally let loose with some of her magic.
Morrigan didn’t understand some of the words she spoke, but the bits she did had a certain powerful resonance to them. A shiver raced down her spine as she waded into a group of Chitauri hoping to get the drop on the somewhat distracted sorceress. The shield around herself and Sigyn stayed strong as she sent blast after blast out towards the aliens moving in. By the time Sigyn’s earthen fist reached up to begin crushing the nearby Leviathan, Morrigan had cleared the area, though she was panting heavily. She needed to stop giving every blast her all, or else she’d be out in no time.
Swallowing a deep breath, she stood back up to her full height and turned to scan the battlefield. Things seemed to be going in favor of the defenders for the time being, thank goodness. Hopefully, they could retain this advantage. The switch of the Dark Elves certainly helped, she noted, watching a squadron of them leap into action where Sigyn’s magical fist was trying to keep the Leviathan in easy killing range for the Earth inhabitants and their allies. In no time at all, the creature was defeated and Morrigan followed Sigyn, throwing up a shield to keep those beneath the falling beast safe while the Asgardians and SHIELD agents worked to pull the civilians free.
Why had they not cleared the area already? Fools! She contemplated letting her shield drop simply to spite them. It was nothing less than they deserved for being idiots and remaining in such a dangerous area. Now was not their time, however, and she grit her teeth as the Atlanteans helped boost her shield once again in order to roll the beast off to one side of the street, out of their way and away from the civilians fleeing for their lives.
Tori knew the Atlanteans had different views on war then most, they expected there to be casualities on both sides and each Atlantean was perfectly aware they may have to give their life for their king and country. The Sorcerers were doing one of the few things they could on land without access to their main source of power, the ocean. The storm only served to keep the Atlanteans hydrated, most had never left Atlantis before, Kaimus included. She was quite proud of him for maintaining his focus despite the fact that he had never seen the surface world before. He was a trained warrior however, and he knew that distractions could mean death.
Frowning, Tori's blue eyes found the chariot with the canon mounted on it. She'd already had to battle one of those canons before, but this time she couldn't reach it to take it out. Turning to the Atlanteans with her, she motioned to the chariot and they turned their energy weapons on it. Though they didn't do much damage, they least forced the Chariot to turn away from them and hopefully keep them from finding an important target. Tori felt a bit helpless, though she knew Kaimus was doing his best to keep her out of the fray, it was beginning to grate on her.
Watching Sigyn summon her magic, Tori took Morrigan's lead and moved the Atlanteans into position around the Asgardian to protect her as she concentrated. As the Chitauri tried to focus on Sigyn, the Mutants and Atlanteans kept them at bay. Tori had to admit, watching Sigyn's display of power was awe inspiring, but she didn't have the time to stand around and gawk. Before she could really think about their next move however, an unfamiliar feeling came welling up out of the back of her mind. Tori wasn't the type of person that every truly got angry, she'd only felt hate one time in her life and if she ever saw that snake bitch again she was gonna find out what fried viper tasted like.
This was different then that, the edges of her vision turned red and the beating of her heart sped up. She could hear it thundering in her ears as her body temperature skyrocketed. Before she realized what she was doing, Tori had stalked past the protective line of Atlanteans and brought her fist up at the nearest Chitauri chariot. Lightning burst from her fist and shot through the air to slam into the chariot and tear it apart. She could hear someone yelling her name but it didn't register right away as she brought her other hand up, holding her copper dagger, up into the chest of a Chitauri who thought he saw an easy target in the blonde mutant.
That voice calling her name now came with a hand on her shoulder, spinning her around. From somewhere deep down in her throat came a sound she had never uttered before, a growl so animal like that Kaimus couldn't hide the shock as his arm came up to block her dagger. The sight of him caused something in her to snap back into place and she nearly dropepd her dagger. "I am so sorry! I don't know what happened?!" Kaimus took her face into his hands, literally putting his life into hers as he touched her bare skin. "Breathe, in and out." He told her. The Atlanteans had moved to cover them both, but she knew she needed to pull herself together. Doing as she was told, she closed her eyes for a moment and found her center.
"It's Tigershark, he's angry, I've never felt rage like that." She finally said, the look on Kaimus' face was asking her if she was alright and she nodded, pulling herself away from him. This whole mental link was taking it's toll on her, she'd never had so many people in her head at one time and she wasn't sure she wanted to ever do it again. Next time Namor had a brilliant idea she was gonna tell him to leave her out of it.
Screaming erupted from down the street, causing her to turn in it's direction. A group of Chitauri had found something interesting, and it sounded remarkably like civilians. Kaimus didn't need her to say anything before he was pointing that Atlanteans down the street and energy fire came raining in on the Chitauri. Most ran for the cover of parked cars or buildings but not all were so lucky. The slow moving shadow of a leviathan descending on the city crossed over them all. "There is just an ocean of them isn't there?" A stray blast from a Chitauri weapon got through the line and caught Tori in the shoulder, spinning her around as she cried out in pain. Kaimus managed to catch her before she lost her footing but he couldn't do anything about the pain that lanced down her arm.
Tony took off quickly, but it didn't last all that long. "What the-" The reading had just popped up in his helmet when the blast broadsided him. His armor held up for a moment before he felt the metal warping and cracking under the pressure. He cursed as the suit faltered in the sky. He could hear the rest of his allies firing on the beast that he'd been heading towards and he only hoped that they didn't aim at him while he couldn't dodge.
The suit was faltering in the sky and Tony cursed again as one of the boots went out completely from the cracks and the extra pressure it put on them. Then he was falling from the sky; gauntlets and boots firing off and on as he tried to right himself. There wasn't much that he could do except try to make his fall as slow as possible. He opened the flaps to create more drag and shot a couple aliens coming towards him while he was down - well, ish.
He crashed into the ground not much later and winced as the impact rattled him in ways he preferred not to be rattled. The suit was winking in and out of power, but he managed to eject himself, pulling himself from the wreckage with the help of a nearby Asgardian that had seen him crash.
"You are alright, Friend Stark?" he asked carefully and Tony nodded.
"Yeah, not... too bad." He winced as he took a step, though he let himself get led toward medical through the battlefield. "Have someone bring me the suit. Later. When there's not aliens to fight," he mentioned to one of the people now hustling their way around him, but they shushed him as they continued checking his injuries - more substantial than he'd originally thought when he'd hit the ground.
Post by Sigyn Iwaldidottir on May 2, 2016 6:13:25 GMT
So Let The Storm Come
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The woman calling herself Morrigan, but not The Morrigan, talked back to Mr. Stark once more, but it seemed like she’d already sent off some more of her people. It was really too bad she’d only met this Morrigan in the middle of a battlefield. There were many questions to ask her, especially about the previous celtic deities. No one had heard from them in ages, but then they’d said they were going home, after all this time. Stark suggested that Morrigan or Ms. Evans be in contact with the SHIELD group, which made sense to her, she supposed.
Sigyn tilted her head when Emerald Isle seemed bring up confusion. “The original haunting place of the Phantom Queen? I believe it is called Ireland now, yes?” What was Denver? A country, a city? She was not quite sure. Perhaps if more details were given, she could place it. But for now, it would have to wait. Both of them seemed to be woefully uneducated in the art of war, but that was how things tended to happen, wasn’t it? War did not care if you were prepared for it or not, it stuck and made it clear who was a fighter and who wasn’t. Two of Morrigan’s people came up to her, before she commanded them to move to a different position, while attacking a Chitilian, as the two of them went off to follow her instructions.
Sigyn struck out in an arc around her, twirling her weapon up and straight through a Chitauri. She could almost feel the slight smile her own mother would be giving now on the battlefield. Were the Chitauri not foes to the nine realms, she would pity them. Her mother was not a kind woman during the time of battle. Well, actually kind wasn’t usually the word most people used to describe her anyway.
Tony seemed to be having trouble at first, but Sigyn was confident in his abilities to maneuver it, especially in such a high stakes area, and Morrigan was checking up on him right now. She explained that there were several other of these mutants in the area that had ranged attacks and they were assisting with the ranged Atlanteans and Aesir to bring the chariots down, as well as injure the Leviathans that they could.
Sigyn shrugged at the other comment. It would be hard to explain that for them, the mastery of such things took just as much time, if not more so. The length of their lives did have an impact on most skills, though. Several, of course, did not take as long to master. Still more there would never be enough time to master anything and everything. Then everything exploded, the people nearby only being protected by the invisible shields of Morrigan.
When Morrigan saw the Valkyrior, she wept, asking Sigyn if she thought that the girl was descended from one of them. “It is improbable, but not impossible. I thought you might be due to your powers.” Sigyn stated as her answer. Bloodlines tended to thin out from the generations, so it would have to be fairly recent, and the Valkyries were usually forbidden to go on the other realms as more than visitors. It was also that many of their abilities were gifts, not inherited powers, like many Asgardians.
She strongly suspected a Celtic influence here. Or it could simply be a wild coincidence. Whatever the case was, this was the first mutant whose powers truly intrigued her. The others had interesting abilities, but nothing as reminiscent of something from Asgard. Another mutant arrived, delivering something to Morrigan, as the other sorcerers tried their own attack, far more reckless and thoughtless than she would’ve preferred. They were very lucky not many of the allies were killed from that.
Sigyn was aware and thankful for Morrigan watching her back, keeping the Chitauri at bay while she channeled the magic in the area. It was still extremely taxing; elemental spells in battle mode were not her strong suit. However the additional magic that had been funneled into her and her spell by proxy, making it far more effective than normal.
Swallowing a deep breath, she stood back up to her full height and turned to scan the battlefield. Things seemed to be going in favor of the defenders for the time being, thank goodness. Hopefully, they could retain this advantage. The switch of the Dark Elves certainly helped, she noted, watching a squadron of them leap into action where Sigyn’s magical fist was trying to keep the Leviathan in easy killing range for the Earth inhabitants and their allies. In no time at all, the creature was defeated and Morrigan followed Sigyn, throwing up a shield to keep those beneath the falling beast safe while the Asgardians and SHIELD agents worked to pull the civilians free.
Clearing the area was done quickly and effectively, thank the fates. The Leviathan was down now, and yet a third one now reared its head. Would they not cease? Burned out from using too much magic, Sigyn was not sure what more they could do to help on this one. The svartalfar had switched sides, thankfully, and were beginning to cull the herd of Chitauri and Chitilian. From her quick scan of the battlefield, she spied Mr. Stark being safe from the canon attack.
That thing would be problematic, were it to remain in enemy hands. “Can your teleporter take other things with him? If he and another can grab that canon, we could have an extra advantage against this creature.” Sigyn asked Morrigan, sounding tired. Then there was something, swirling inside her mind. Visions of the present filtered in, the future, the past….all amassing together. She gripped her head in agony, as to her it seemed a thousand voices were screaming.
Some of the more magically sensitive Aesir felt it too. It was only when she looked up and saw Nanna in front of her, tears streaming down the normally joyous goddess’s face that the visions cleared. “It has truly begun.” were the only words spoken. Ragnarok was starting.
But…
“But Fenris…” Sigyn started out with. Fenris was supposed to break his chain. Had that happened? “Do you know what is going on in Asgard, sister?” Nanna shook her head. “I had a feeling you’d need me. I’ve been looking for that Moon Knight fellow, have you seen him?” Nanna said. She was sure he was the source of the other person pulling from the moon. Sigyn shook her head in response. “Anyway, leave it to me! I’ll help you get rid of this nasty beast.” Nanna said, trying to sound chipper, even in the face of such things as fate.
A group of Thanos' elite rush around the corner, their glaives glinting wickedly in the flashes of lightning still dancing across the sky. Chittering out its command, one of the beasts points towards the area currently being manned by Agent Morse and her crew. The Brotherhood mutants helping out dive headfirst into the clash, but some of the Chitlians, the leader included, get past their defenses into the squishy SHIELD center.
The leader wastes no time cleaving through one of the rookies before turning his sights on Agent Morse. With a plenty of empty space between them, the beast charges. His glaive misses Bobbi by a mile, but it quickly becomes clear that it wasn't intended as the true attack. It's not hard for his bulk to knock the blonde skittering to the ground a few feet away. He's back on her again in an instant, his powerful hand snatching her by the ankle before hurling her through the air towards the as yet untouched side of a building.
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She was glad for the Brotherhood helping, even if after all of this was over they'd be back to enemies again. Their powers were helpful, even if they all weren't exactly tactically trained, it was better to have the manpower than to be struggling against these alien forces. Bobbi would take extra bodies and capable hands than being short and having more injured or killed than they could survive with. The blonde was determined that she was not dying today. And so far, from what she knew, their numbers were holding pretty steady.
She hoped they were, anyways.
The sound of a pained grunt caught her ear and before she fully had time to react, she was skidding across the pavement and her head was spinning from the force. Bobbi was about to get back up as she started, “We're going to need ba-.” The alien snatched her up again and she was grossly thrown up against the building, when she heard ribs and probably a few other things crack as well with a disgusting pop as one of her shoulders dislocated with the force. Her head hit last and Bobbi knew right away she was bleeding, and highly probable concussion along with it.
At least she wasn't dead. Yet.
She took a sharp breath in when she tried to push up off the ground and found breathing was very difficult. That wasn't good. “It's Morse. I'm down.” She gasped out on her comm line before rolling onto her side, spitting out the metallic blood taste from her lips. Was it her nose or her head? A twitch from one eye told her it came from the head wound and she tried to move her legs, which caused excruciating pain to shoot through one. That had to have been the one he threw her with, she thought, figuring a lot of the joints were now dislocated or broken with the force.
The only good thing was she was still alive. Yepp. That she was sure of, but now everything was starting to get that hazy feeling around the edges. That wasn't good, but she caved into it, figuring if she woke up, it was the universe telling her she wasn't done her job yet. If she didn't… well then she didn't.
Post by Z inactive maureenevans on May 7, 2016 8:50:22 GMT
“My name is Death and the end is here…”
Ireland… Right… Morrigan shook her head gently as realization dawned on her. Now that Sigyn mentioned it, she recalled some people referring to Ireland as the Emerald Isle. “No, I’ve never been there. Heard it’s a wonderful place, though.”
As the battle raged on, Morrigan lost her focus on the conversation trickling between herself and the Asgardian sorceress, though she never left the woman’s side. She was powerful and had opened Morrigan’s eyes to a whole new realm of beauty in Death. These past few days had been full of revelations for the new head of the Brotherhood, in fact. Morgan would have been proud, or so she hoped. When the Atlanteans shifted in to help Morrigan defend the Lady Sigyn, she watched the way they moved, keeping the blonde electric mutant in the center of their area of protection.
A mutant leading Atlanteans…
Interesting…
Turning at the sound of Sigyn’s voice, Morrigan swept her gaze up to the canon and canted her head in a brief moment of contemplation. “Hey Wheatley!” she called out, her own voice rising up over the din of the battle. The young man whipped around Morrigan wasted no time pointing up to the chariot in particular. “We need that on our side. Get me up there, eh?” With a nod, he whisked out of sight, appearing at her side just long enough to grab hold of Morrigan’s arm before they were off again.
It took Morrigan a moment to regain her composure as she appeared on the chariot. Thankfully, the aliens currently controlling the craft were stunned, too. Wheatley was already in motion, sending a stiff boot straight into the abdomen of one. Morrigan’s hands reached out, grasping for purchase on the side of the vessel as that alien went flying overboard, tipping the chariot slightly. She was still somewhat wobbly when she lifted one hand and sent a blast through the chest of the second Chitauri, but both she and Wheatley managed to stay on board as the fresh corpse tumbled to the ground.
“Alright… This should be easy…” she murmured, glancing down to the piece of alien machinery in her hands. “...right?” Wheatley shrugged from his place at the helm, directing the chariot through the air so that they didn’t crash and burn.
“Would that I knew, ma’am. I’m not a marksman in real life - I just play one in video games.”
“Helpful…” she mumbled, maneuvering the canon so that it was pointing at a large group of Chitauri advancing on Sigyn and those around her. “Well… Here goes nothin’...”
The beam of light that emanated out from the mouth of the canon was brighter than she’d anticipated and Morrigan had to squint in order to keep her eyes on the targets below. Thankfully, there was barely any recoil, so she was able to glance down at her handiwork. A handful of the mongrels had survived, so she pressed the button again. Bright light. Death.
A splash of blonde among a sea of blue caught Morrigan’s eye, and she watched as the Atlanteans made a somewhat tactical retreat to one side of the street once their current adversaries were downed. The electro-mutant was injured, it seemed, or perhaps spent. Morrigan couldn’t tell from up here, but at least the girl was in good hands, so she turned back to the Chitauri nearby.
Wheatley continued to circle the block, and Morrigan continued to lay waste to the forces below. As they came upon the Leviathan, he managed to maneuver the chariot around it so that Morrigan could get a clean shot. Holding down the trigger, she narrowed her eyes against the brightness of the canon while it shot out its white hot beam, slicing through the plating along the beast’s side. Hopefully the Asgardians could finish it off. If not, Wheatley was pulling them around for another go at the beast. Its screeches of pain echoed up and down the street, but she could see the blue lining its gargantuan soon-to-be corpse.
Morrigan commanded Wheatley to move, and he did so, whisking her up upon the chariot with the cannon as well as himself. The fight between the two mutants and the Chitauri was quick but effective, with Morrigan and her trusted general, Sigyn assumed, getting the cannon on their side. The Atlanteans had moved to another position in battle, taking Tori with them. It was mildly interesting to see a surfacer, as Atlanteans referred to those who lived above, involved in the action. However, not impossible. Sigyn had learned much of Atlantis’ history at an event that seemed so long ago now.
And was tainted with the memories of attending it with the most hypocritical of beings she’d ever had the misfortune to meet. The intense dislike of one of the Princes of the Svartalfar fueled some of her fighting rage, as a group of Chitauri and Chitilian alike closed in around her and her sister, much to their misfortune. Nanna was almost on par with Loki with her own magical abilities, and only Karnilla would ever beat her out on being a seer. As such, the first wave was obliterated, before Nanna started feeling the same effects. “You may wish to use a channeling device; the flow of magic here does not work the same.” Sigyn said to her sister. Nanna grinned and had a reply ready when both women felt the second death happen.
To put it in terms that others could understand, it was akin to something like ‘the force’ in Star Wars. Even many of the Asgardian warriors felt it; as much as she detested something like fate and the idea of a set destiny, it was what had been foretold for eons. The death of the Sun, the light snuffed out. Many of the non magically inclined would not know what this empty, hollow feeling meant until much later. The other few Aesir sorceresses were stunned by what just happened, and of course the Valkyrior knew.
But there was nothing they could do.
The other catalyst of Ragnarok. “He’s gone.” Sigyn said to Nanna, who had turned to tell her at the exact same time. The cannon firing down on the second wave of soldiers helped immensely, due to her and Nanna’s distraction, which was ever growing. “They’re happening, but-” Sigyn’s thought was finished by her sister, “Not the way they’re supposed to. Maybe it means that Uncle Freyr won’t…”
Freyr. Right. Her sons. Dammit all, where were they? This wasn’t going how things usually went, but she could not risk losing either one of them. However they could not yet abandon their Midgardian allies here on the battlefield. The Leviathan was still up, though Morrigan was firing from the Energy cannon below. Svartalfar and a contingent of Atlanteans swarmed the downed beast, and then the Death throes were heard. They needed to move now. “We have to go.” Sigyn said to her sister, who simply nodded in reply.
She could not stay here; she had to make contact with her children, which she did. Establishing a link to her own flesh and blood was easy, and thank the fates they were both still alive. She could try Loki; he might know more of what was going on, but as she reached out, she only felt a wall that pushed her back.
So much for that. Spying Morrigan up upon the Chariot, she signaled the woman to come down. She had too much of a massive headache going on to try and psychically reach out to one more person. So much of what was happening was not happening correctly...perhaps Ragnarok would not end as badly as it had been foretold to. Getting back to Asgard would be difficult, but for now they would have to ascertain where their family was. The Aesir warriors were now fighting even more fiercely, channeling the rage and grief felt at the death of Baldr.
“We must go.” Sigyn said simply to Morrigan, when she arrived down on the pavement. “Where is your grassland in this city?” She had felt it twice now, and that was where they must start heading. “I’m sure SHIELD has this place covered, now that the worst is over and that many more warriors are on our side.” Sigyn stated. She did not expect Morrigan to do more than give her and her sister directions.
“Hello!” Their was a chipper voice from the other blonde woman, who seemed to be oddly cheery in the area of death and destruction. “I’m Nanna, nice to meet you. But my sister is right, we really do need to go.”
...it hit him harder than any attack had in centuries. Thanos grit his teeth as pain shot through him; pain he had not felt in so long. It was terrible and it gripped his core and ripped a scream from his throat.
Panting in the aftermath of the attack, Thanos gripped his chair tightly. He was injured. Midgard was not the easy target he had thought. He needed to regroup...
Sending out a call for his troops to withdraw home, Thanos' own throne also began an ascent to the skies and beyond. He would return to crush these creatures into submission, but first he needed to figure out how such a useless creature had been able to fight off his hold and injure him.
((Chitauri forces are now retreating, though the dark elves are not going with them, and are instead converging on Concourse. Players still in Ragnarok threads may choose to finish off the Chitauri before they retreat, or simply let them go. Whatever the choice, players should at least have one more round to wrap things up and react to this turn of events. When you're done, notify a member of staff. Thank you.))
Post by Z inactive maureenevans on May 11, 2016 6:42:25 GMT
“My name is Death and the end is here…”
Morrigan saw the Lady Sigyn waving to gain her attention before Wheatley did. Reaching forward, she tapped her brethren on the shoulder to alert him. He nodded his understanding and as soon as they were on a kamikaze route towards a group of Chitauri, he snagged her hand and whisked them away. The explosion rocked the general vicinity just as their feet touched the ground, but Morrigan faltered.
A vision from the past erupted in her mind’s eye and the blue mutant nearly doubled over in agony. Death, mostly silent thus far today, wailed in agony as Morrigan was forced to watch a murder she’d already seen once before. Tears stung her eyes, clenched shut against the pain of the song and the pain of the vision. Moments seemed like hours as she watched the wooden knife slide out from the Asgardian’s side, each second agonizing, until at last the light faded and the misty world went dark.
Opening her eyes, Morrigan looked up at the urgent tone of Sigyn’s now-familiar voice, tears still brimming in her eyes. “It’s too late…” she mumbled, looking down at the ground beneath her. She’d done some brushing up on her Norse mythology since meeting the Prince of Asgard, and knew what his death was supposed to herald.
Ragnarok.
The chipper tone of the other Asgardian woman caused Morrigan’s chin to snap up. Why? Why was she so happy? Morrigan’s world was under attack and the Prince of Asgard was dead. She had no reason to be as happy as she seemed to be. Biting back a growl, Morrigan tried to steady herself so that she didn’t verbally accost this stranger - Nanna, was it? Ah, sister to Sigyn. Perhaps she’d spare the woman, if only for Sigyn.
“Baldr’s…” She hadn’t known him, not really. A single conversation in a bookstore, and occasional snippets here and there at SHIELD had been the extent of their friendship (if one could even call it that much), but she could feel a sense of loss deep inside as remnants of the vision flitted through her mind. Clearing her throat, Morrigan accepted Wheatley’s assistance in standing up again and slowly steadied herself. With one last deep breath, she looked up to the two Asgardian women and frowned. “Baldr is dead. The grass you’re looking for is Central Park.”
She was trying to sound sure of herself, but all she could hear over the sound of Death wailing was the slight stutter as she fought back more tears. “It’s not far from here…” she sighed, finally pulling herself together enough to take a look around the area. “We’ll keep this area covered. They seem to be retreating for now.” Furrowing her brow, Morrigan took a step forward, towards Sigyn and held out one azure hand. “It’s been an honor fighting beside you. I hope to see you again someday.”
“We know.” Sigyn said simply, looking at her sister, who was still exuding a smile, but it was not her real one. Baldr’s death hit everyone in Asgard hard, whether they realized what had happened or not. “But thank you for informing us of it anyway, as well as this mention of Central Park.” Sigyn said again. Everything seemed distant, numb...it had started, but it was flawed. Was the prophecy wrong? How was it that her children were alive and yet Baldr and Odin still dead. There were going to many things to attend to in the coming times.
“Some things are meant to happen. Ragnarok is...happening. But it isn’t happening as predicted. I am not sure what this means.” Sigyn said, if only to will herself to remember it. Perhaps it was truly possible; her rejection of fatalistic ideals would mean that most things in life were choice. But yet some things were unavoidable, as bits and pieces of the prophecy seemed to be coming true, while others were not.
The army seemed to be retreating, but why? She really needed to know what happened, and the sooner the better. “I would say that you are welcome to come with us, but I know that SHIELD needs all the help it can get. If things are continuing in this vein, there will be more people to mourn before this day is over.” She added. There would be more fallen soldiers who would need rites prepared for their bodies, more of those fated to die who would and still others who would not.
Morrigan paused before sticking out her hand, which Sigyn clasped and shook fervently. “We most likely will,” Sigyn said, refraining from committing to a future meeting completely. She did not know if they would return from their trip to Asgard. Actually she still wasn’t sure how they were going to get to central park before.
“Hmmm. Alright, I know the route to take.” Nanna said, having been concentrating on getting a route to the park and the area where Baldr had died while Sigyn and Morrigan said their farewells.
“Hopefully we shall meet again, Morrigan.” Sigyn said, inclining her head, before she and her sister raced off toward central park.