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Resonants: The Harmonics Are Key
Date of Scene: 28 July 2022
Location: Asgardian Embassy
Synopsis: Thor, Sif, and Zatanna have a chat and get more at ease with each other.
Cast of Characters: Thor, Sif, Zatanna Zatara




Thor has posed:
    The night is a comfortable time for the Asgardian Embassy. Their corner of Manhattan is tame so often. Oh certainly there is the occasional Troll incursion, or the extra-dimensional madness that comes from being the Shining Realm's main foothold on the world of Midgard. But usually the sidewalks outside are rather quiet, and crime has dropped off notably in the area when one isn't sure if the tall guy they're following and thinking about mugging might be able to lift a truck with one hand.
    It makes a difference.
    And tonight is no different. The Summer heat wave has broken so outside things are rather comfortable. Inside the embassy the place is kept at a reasonably cool temperature considering that all it takes is a small environmental spell to keep things so. There's a hint of clouds in the sky and only a few are grey, possibly promising some rain in the morning. But for now. Peace.
    Which is where one likely would find Thor, as he's taking his peace in the study. Before him on the table are no less than six rather large elaborate tomes with their well worn spines and leather covers. Some from various realms though most are from Midgard. They each have titles such as, 'The Enchanting World' or 'Leylines for the Uninitiated' and 'Feng Shui for You and Me.'
    And Thor? He's slouched in the chair shoulders resting on the arms of the over-stuffed cushiony captain's seat. His brow is furrowed as he reads, one finger resting against the side of his temple and his facial expression? Seems to be of a man who is looking at a thing that insulted his mother and then poured sugar in his gas tank.

Sif has posed:
There is a light double knock on the door followed by Sif immediately opening it and stepping inside. She's carrying a large box which has seen better days. It has a smiley face on the outside, indicating the company it was sent by. It also probably weighed about one-hundred fifty pounds, although the box was most likely built for a weight limit of 75 going by the sagging seams and splitting corners.

"Another delivery came," were the words from the dark haired warrior woman. She was actually in more casual garb for once, since she technically wasn't on duty at the embassy tonight. Wearing casual Asgardian garb, in the form a breeches and a tunic. No dresses tonight. "The delivery man seemed perturbed when I accepted it. He seemed concerned about the weight of the package." Which was pretty common. Midgardians were challenged when it came to picking up weighted items. Well, what they considered weighted.

She pulled out a knife from somewhere and cut open the bindings on the top of the package then set the box on the floor as she settled into a chair. She started sorting through and stopped at a particularly bright book in yellow and black. Magic for Dummies. She considered a moment then started to flip through the pages.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna leans into the mirror putting the last touches to her makeup before her appointment with Thor. At her last appearance at the Embassy, Zatanna had the distinct impression that portaling in was not 'comme il faut.' Well, la de dah, one would think that gods or Asgardians, at the least, would be used to it. Pouching her lips, she adds a dab of lipstick, and makes a face at herself for her grouchiness. She checks her Chanel jacket in her signature black and white and adjusts the neckline on the black silk dress under it, then draws a line in the air.

A shimmering purple line appears just outside the Embassy door. Zatanna steps out and brushes back her dark shoulder length hair before ringing the bell. In no time, she is ushered into Thor's presence by a guard.

Thor has posed:
    Looking up over the lip of the book he's trying to read, the aforementioned Feng Shui for You and Me, he furrows his brow and makes a grunt of sound. Thoughtful in expression he turns his head and looks up, lifting his chin a little to see what Sif sports and crinkling his nose a little.
    "I did not like that book's title. It is insulting." He says with such casual criticality that one can almost imagine the silent 'harumph' that's at the end there. But he does take a deep breath and reaches over to the drink cart, leeeeaning to the side to grab the beck of a bottle of caramel liquor and starts to refill his glass that's on there as well.
    A glance to the side is given to Sif as he lifts the bottle and shakes it a bit while quirking an eyebrow. His way of offering her a drink even as he straightens up in his seat a little. "I am told that this is something of a Golden Age for Magic-Users on Midgard. Yet I am not seeing it. Or perhaps..."
    He lifts a rough hand to the back of his neck, scritching there. His own garb is casual and Midgardian. Blue jeans, brown work boots, and a black t-shirt without cartoon nor emblem. "Perhaps it escapes me even now."
    Yet that is the moment when Zatanna is brought in after another knock at the door, accompanied by young Gunnar who gives a short bow. "My lord, I present to you Lady Zatanna Zatara of Midgard and Shadowcrest." He steps to the side and back as protocol requires which reveals the mistress of the magical arts.
    To which Thor rises, laughing and setting his book down. "Speak of a devil. Or perhaps is there a metaphor for when one arrives perfectly timed fitting what one is struggling with?" A glance to Sif then back as he gains his feet fully and offers his hand.
    "Good e'en, Zatanna."

Sif has posed:
At the offered drink, Sif does nod and accepts a glass of the liquid though it is set aside for now. She flipped the book closed, looking at the cover. "Well, at this point I am willing to consider anything. The Amazonian site has many such books in their New Age section." Don't be impressed. She didn't find them. She'd had help from someone who understood Midgardian technology. Though she was learning! "Not specifically the ones that insult intelligence but on magic itself."

As the door opened, she set aside the book she had and pulled a few more out of the box, stacking them on the floor next to it. But she did glance up to see who was arriving. "It is good to see you again, Zatanna." At the question from Thor, he got a bit of a shrug. "I believe it is the devil. Not a devil. Though, that seems insulting as well to call someone the devil."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
"Good evening, Lord Thor, Lady Sif" The magician smiles archly and performs a small flourish for their benefit. "It is good to see you both again," said with real warmth. Flashing them both a grin, "I've been accused of having a devilish smile and been called much worse, I'll have you know."

Taking a few steps in, she glances at the tomes on Thor's table, the words Feng Shui having caught her eye and raises an eyebrow in question. "Are you redoing the Embassy following Chinese principles?"

Thor has posed:
    "Ah 'the' devil." Thor corrects himself with a nod of thanks toward Sif. He takes the welcome opportunity to put aside his own struggles with whether or not it's acceptable to have your bed facing a doorway, and instead embraces something more easily handled. The handling of a guest.
    "I daresay no," He gestures with the sweep of one hand to guide Zatanna to one of the other rather elegant and elaborate chairs in the conversational alcove there in that study. It centers around that large mahogany table which is now covered with the books of various size though all of one theme. Magic, and more specifically places of power. For Thor likely is going to attempt to lend a hand as he can.
    Thor smiles to the sorceress and murmurs, "We had not planned on it." Then there's a beat, "Should we?" He asks, but then holds up a hand to wave off that sentiment. "I believe Loki has taken a hand in our magical defenses..."
    And then Thor's gaze distances as he makes a slightly doubtful face, head tilting to the side. "Then again..."
    But finally he says, "But no, no. We should be fine. More... I was attempting to improve what knowledge I have about your area of expertise, Lady Zatara." He settles back down into his seat then offers her a drink by lifting the bottle and asking, "Do you care to partake?"

Sif has posed:
Mention of Loki handling the magical defenses has Sif pressing her lips tightly together and biting her tongue. Though he is a Prince of the realm and they are on passingly good terms these days, she still doesn't trust the trickster. She reaches up a hand, brushing it through her dark hair absently. An unconscious thing when thinking of Loki, thanks to their past history.

"I have been spending much time on the Amazonian site, ordering books on magic from the New Age section. Though admittedly, I fear that I have no skill in this area and begin to suspect it is for naught." Then she lowers her voice a little. "Though the simplicity of pushing a button and a package is delivered that very day or the next is quite satisfying. I find myself exploring and ordering many things."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
"Good. The Embassy feels just fine to me. As if changing the position of a mirror would change the leylines under a house baffles me." Zed looks at them both in turn as if for confirmation and takes the seat Thor indicated.

Once seated, she reaches for a book and stops at Loki's name, catching Sif's expression. "Is he?"

The magician may know more about Loki than the average woman on the street, but prefers to hear from his siblings than depend on hearsay. "I'm surprised he doesn't accompany you on your search or is he against the realms having access to one another?"

Joining Thor on his tangent on Amazon, "It's like magic isn't it? It saves so much time. What have you discovered then?"

Thor has posed:
    Over his shoulder, Thor addresses Sif. "We have similar in Asgard. You can always... ask one of the servants to bring you something. Though... most of what you gain through Themyscira's efforts does not seem worthwhile to send someone after." He says oh so judgementally. Turning back he looks to Zatanna should she have something to offer, some insight into that particular conversation.
    But then he sets Zatanna's drink down before her and reclaims his chair, slouching into it a little and crossing his leg over his knee. He takes a deep breath. "I have discovered naught for the most part. Save perhaps; the width, breadth, and depth of my ignorance."
    Leaning forward he pushes one of the books on Leylines over toward Zatanna and offers to let her peruse as he takes a sip of his own drink. "I thought to perhaps narrow down the possible sites we might use, but apparently Ley Lines are no easily defined things, 'tis not as simple as looking at a map and pointing at a spot."
    That said he does look over toward the large map of Midgard on the wall, though it is a stylized thing without the naming of nations.

Sif has posed:
"You simply have not explore enough. There are many helpful things. I have been ordering for my new property," Sif admits. Which likely bodes ill for the people she has employed at the ranch and how many packages they might be having to set aside in a safe place for her instead of letting them just pile up on the porch.

She does look to Zatanna though, dismissing talk of the Themyscirans wondrous button on her telephone for now. "Loki does as Loki wishes. He often will be caught in other things that he finds far more interesting. Or..." And there is that moment of disaste but she hides it quickly. After all, he is an Odinson. "Or when it amuses him, he can be obstinant."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna claims her drink and takes a sip, looking at Thor over its lip. Having magical servants at her beck and calls she nods at his observation but ventures nothing concerning Themyscira.

She intones, mischief sparkling in her eyes, "Magic is a /vast/ and /mysterious/ thing, Thor. Just ask your brother. In other words, everyone, especially those from Asgard has their own."

She throws a glance at Sif, "Don't get caught in the Amazon trap. It's too easy to order. And when we have time, you must tell me about your ranch."

Accepting the offer of the book, she thumbs it open and looks at a diagram then leafs to the front of it, "Oh, I have another edition of the same book. It's not bad. Better than that Feng Shui business."

Rising from the chair, drink in hand, she approaches the map, "I rather like your map. It's exactly what we should be doing. I'm impressed."