16131/Dusty, dry bones

Dusty, dry bones
Date of Scene:	21 October 2023
Location:	Palace - Asgard
Synopsis:	Once thought a male warrior, DNA has proven found Viking remains to be female.. and has published their findings. This is no dignity, however, for one of Frigga's own, and something will be done... in the form of MJ and Sonja.
Cast of Characters:	Frigga, Mary Jane Watson

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Frigga has posed:
The palace isn't its usual, serene place. Not today, not since word has been given to the Queen of Asgard. Words have been exchanged, commands, orders, reasons and excuses, and for one of the first times in recent memory (though, to be fair, Aesir 'recent' memories do span some time), Frigga will not be mollified, will not be reasoned with, nor will she be shouted down and forbidden.

Not that the All-Father can forbid his wife much, but for a few things. No, this is //her// provenance, her area, and she won't be told.

Summons are given, and there are none who would or could refuse it. The cost is too dear to do so.

The Queen is in the throne room, sitting regally in state; her form and fashion is one of royalty, and her manner and mien have the proper distance and formality as befits. Voices can be heard, carried through the cavernous room to the waiting area beyond. If it were anyone but the Queen, it would be a normal day, but...

It's not.

Mary Jane received word through Heimdall that the Queen seeks an audience (which is kinder than what the others were told...) and would MJ please attend the court? All would be in readiness for her; Heimdall sends what is technically a teleportation via the Bi-frost, and a couple of Frigga's ladies in waiting are there to receive her.. and to help her dress for what would befit an official meeting with the All Mother, the Queen of the Aesir.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Being asked through Heimdall is something that's completely new for Mary Jane. That's something that is also a rare completely unexpected and unknown thing to Sonja as well. Whatever has she been requested to come to Asgard herself for? That has her on the edge of her feet. Looking in, takking in everything. the riches, the splendor.. The way the air is different, the way the people move. They celebrate, they way they act. In the kingdom..

It is all new for Sonja. This realm of the gods.. This place that has survived the eons. To Sonja, this is all different. The part of her that revels in the celebration, the party, the chaos, the carnage.. Contrasts against the world she came from and her own life. So as she goes, there is the amazement and awe of Mary Jane, the sensation of Sonja rising up in her, wanting to join each brawl, each drink, each spar.. But that is focused as she's brought in.

She's just wearing a SHIELD field duty uniform, her sword strapped over to her back. And she is very, very curious. What could the All Mother have requested her to come for? So when she arrives in combat attire, ready for whatever meeting she'll have.. Well, she's on the edge. Both of the ones in her head. Very, very curious.

Frigga has posed:
All is in vain, then, for the Queen's ladies in waiting, and it is something they will have to ask forgiveness for when the time comes, later, when they're called on it. The guards at the door of the Throne room give MJ a long, appraising look before seeing the nods of the ladies' heads in minute gesture.

"Enter," is spoken quietly, and the great doors open, revealing a large marble throne-room, the intricate carvings that one would associate with the Vikings done all across. There is a large dais at the end of a long walkway, with many steps to actually reach the throne itself. No matter that, however. When Frigga sees who enters the vast chamber, she rises from her place and begins to descend the staircase, clear blue eyes gazing before her as she is sure in step.

"Lady MJ," is stated, the title given a touch of accent, just to remind others of the place that their visitor holds, at least as far as the Queen is concerned. There is no smile, or rather, her expression holds a hint of sadness with a little bit of.. relief? at the woman's arrival. "Walk with me, please."

Few pleasantries? Something is off..

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would go to give a nod of appreciation over at the guards and the ladies in waiting. Something is definitely up here. What could have been called for her personally? This isn't a social call of any sort. It's some sort of emergency.. And in Sonja's long, long experience there is only one thing which calls upon her soul, one thing upon her sundered spark from all those tens of eons ago..

HEr fist clenches, even as the part of her that is Mary Jane pushes it away. Her focus is on the here and now. Not what was. There is nothing to act upon until she is told.

"My Goddess, I came as soon as I was called." She goes to stand by the Queen's side, bowing her head over and taking on aformal posture. "how can I be of aid to you, my Goddess?" Sonja has taken over now. There is stiff formality in her posture. Duty.

The way all thsoe eons ago that Scathach made Sonja her herald.

Frigga has posed:
A soft 'mmmm' escapes the Queen, but she doesn't correct the young woman beside her. Frigga wears her godhood well, and in this case, it is more accurate than perhaps some may realize.

She accepts, then, the brief but felt obeissance, and with a single, decisive nod, she leads out into the grand corridors. None follow her; it is her wish.

"I will be brief. There is one in a land where we once claimed our own on Midgard; a shieldmaiden. Those learned men," the words are tinged part scoff, part sneer, "have disturbed her, and I will not have it. She served me faithfully, and I am concerned the others will be found and so.." desecrated? "..handled poorly."

There she is. Politic.

"I would seek a path with you in order to free mine, and her sisters."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would nod over at Frigga for a moment, her thoughts contemplating. Reviewing what the Queen has said in her mind, what reason she might have been called instead of one of the other Asgardians, one of the Avengers.. This is something personal to the Queen.

"I will liberate them, my goddess." There is no 'I will do all I can'. There is certainty in her voice.

The fire in the girl's eyes now is all Sonja's, revelment in her veins no matter what it is that she would be tasked with. "Whatever you command me to do, it shall be done." To steal, to burn, to slaughter.. IT is but Mary Jane pressing down on Sonja's bloodlust to be that keeps her calm and focused, even as she tries to temper the building glee in Sonja at being asked to do something herself.

Frigga has posed:
"When you find the place, you will know." There was no question, really, in Frigga's mind that MJ/Sonja would do as she asks. Theirs is such a relationship, and with this, even that is being elevated, certainly. Reaching into a pocket in her voluminous dress of many soft layers, she pulls out a pouch. Within, there is a simply carved rune on horn. It seems plain, it looks plain, but should (and when) MJ take it, there is a warmth to it.

"You carry my name in this."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would give a bow to Frigga, going to incline her head and going to a knee and take it. "At your command, Goddess." She has to stop herself from saying 'by your will'. That's a compromise over between the two. Sonja has for her own reasons pledged herself to Frigga in loyalty the same way she did toa nother long, long ago.

And that, oh reader, shall be where our tale concludes..