1865/Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel
Date of Scene:	27 May 2020
Location:	Central Park
Synopsis:	Sera arrives upon earth and is greeted by a myriad of souls.
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Sif, Cecily Winters, Wanda Maximoff, Takako Kyozan, Sera

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Thor has posed:
    Clouds hang low over the night sky, thick with a dark weight of rain to threaten in an hours time, perhaps less. Always this time of night, off of the river where the clouds roll and then the fog follows suit. It lends an eerie feel to the world, and Central Park itself. A feeling that's only enhanced by the roil and ripple of energies around a crossroads of several paths there in the middle of the green fields.
    Yet it is something more palpable that has brought Thor out this night, slicing across the sky with a hand to his ear, his voice lifts to be heard against the roar of the wind, "It is distinctly coming from this area." The hammer swirls and draws up short, letting the Asgardian float in the sky there around those dark clouds. He calls out again, "Near the lake with those boats that Stark hates." The paddle boats for some reason.
    He drops down and lands there nearby, his features darkening as he frowns and starts to walk along the trail in that bright silver and black armor, his crimson cape flapping over his shoulder as he speaks on the comm frequencies. Loudly.
    "I tell you this energy bodes ill."

Sif has posed:
There had been contact from Thor about a possible gateway arrival. As such, on pale and feathered wings, there drops from the sky like a shooting star one Asgardian Goddess of War astride her Pegasus mount. Thor lands and there's the balanced triplicate of hoofbeats, Typhon pulling up to a more precise walk. Sif is predictably in her armor, silvery-bright atop the ruddy-red of the padding leathers, and her hair is predictably freed to the open air. The frown is probably predictable as well.

"It has never boded well," she agrees, choosing for the moment to remain astride the Pegasus. Typhon folds his wings along his sides, half-shielding the Valkyrie as she takes up presence beside the Asgardian Prince, an old and familiar place.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    It's a good Tuesday. Cecily can't always make it out to her chosen venue for food but tonight is a good night. A good night, because it's Taco Tuesday and Ramon still has his taco cart out. Rain or shine the big festive umbrella is up, and it proudly proclaims "EL SUPERNATURAL MEXICANO" in bold lettering. The fox has just finished paying for a plate, and she frowns as she looks up at the sky and her sharp ears catch some... very odd telltale noises. Hoofbeats?

    Her ears swivel and twitch, Cecily glancing around as she crunches softly on her dinner. She swallows, and she sighs, "...is it going to be one of those weird nights?" she asks nobody in particular, lips pursed.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
A quinjet braves the inclement weather, flying overhead in a circle around Central Park. Enough of an oddity, aircraft in the city, and with the dark of night the Avenger's markings are difficult for normal people to see on it.

<I'll land the jet nearby,> Wanda says over the Avenger comms, searching about and finally deciding on a helicopter pad atop nearby building. <JARVIS could you do the honors with making nice with the building super as I use their parking space?> she asks into the comms. JARVIS's smooth voice comes back, <I will see what I can do, Wanda.>

Once the plane is landed, Wanda jogs over to the edge of the building, jumping off. Red auras surround her hands as if she were imitating part of Iron Man's propulsion, only her is of a less technological variety. She glides forward, descending at a controlled pace until she alights on the ground nearby.

"Ever felt its like before?" Wanda asks as she takes a moment, head turning slightly and sensing what is happening for herself.

Takako Kyozan has posed:
Takako makes her way through the park on her way home from work. She's dressed in pretty standard skirtsuit with a black pencil skirt reaching to her knees and a frilly white blouse under her jacket. It is late and she tired after a long day at the UN being the smiling symbol of a variety of disarmament and non-proliferation issues. She's hungry, too, so hungry as her eyes search for any food carts that might not have packed up yet.

Glancing up at the sky she makes a note of the foreboding clouds and imminent rain, pace quickening a bit until a rather unexpected sight stops her in her tracks. What she was not expecting to see is Asgardians and a pegasus flying through the pre-storm night. And then a Quinjet landing! It is certainly an attention grabbing sight all told and for the moment food is forgotten as she just stands watching with a curious expression on her face.

Sera has posed:
Those last few moments in the barren wastelands of Hel. Time to say good bye, time to leave this cage forever and never return. That is the promise, the second cage she has broken free from. Midgard - Earth, the place she saw in her vision of one of her futures. Despite the hundreds of years she has been dead in Hel, this is one of the better futures she saw.

Standing in the center of Hel's citadel, the middle of its maze - an assortment of slain scattered about the place. The three conquerers: Angela, Sera, and Leah, must say good bye, their escape from Hel now a reality.

A firm grasp of forearms with Leah and a gentle touch of foreheads, "Good luck Leah. Thank you for everything." Leah replies, "Sisters forever Sera." It's a teary good bye that turns in to a flood as Sera embraces with Angela. "I'm sending you to Midgard, I love you with all my heart Sera. Stay strong," Angela says. Sera replies, choked up, "Our paths will cross again my beloved. I know this to be true. You have set me free once more. I lo~~"

The sky has opened up for travellers from Asgard many times in recent years but when it opens from Hel the worst should be assumed. An open space in the park, next to the lake, near those paddle boats - small pebbles begin to jiggle on the ground until a blinding light shoots down from above with a mighty boom and a massive rush of dark energy.

As the dark energy dissipates leaving a charred ornate pattern on the ground, there stands Sera in a long white gown stained with the mud and blood of battle; her arms still out stretched in an embrace and her final words leaving her lips with a small cry, "~~ove you too."

The cool night air and the sounds of cars in the distance snap Sera out of it. The angel lays her eyes on this world she has only seen in a celestial machine before: Midgard - Earth. Those eyes still smoulder with the magical energies she was using to aid in their fight against Hella's minions, glowing white angelic power, her dark hair begins to whip in the cool breeze kicked up by the teleportation. It's dramatic, but it's not every day an angel comes back from the dead.

Thor has posed:
    The Asgardian Prince has time enough to tell those nearby, and his voice carries with the hearty /boom/ of his tone and words, "This is not the Bifrost." For there is no rainbow, no runic empowerment, there is but raw power here and the rush and scorch of energy that tears into the ground in a similar way as the gateway between worlds for the Asgardians.
    Yet not of Asgard.
    The energy fades, its cascade ebbing then passing from life into silence, leaving its lone passenger there.
    A passenger that is immediately accosted with strong words given by Thor, God of Thunder.
    "Ho there, traveler. You have reached Midgard, of the 9 realms, a land under the protection of Asgard. The Mighty Thor. And his comrades."
    The hammer in his hand is held to the side as he cocks an eyebrow to his partners, then back to Sera. "I would have you declare yourself."

Sif has posed:
"Not in the least," agrees Sif with her fellow Asgardian, having nodded a curt and silent greeting to the arrival of Wanda. She vaguely recognizes the young woman as part of the clan of Avengers and is pleased for her presence, knowing Thor keeps company with these warriors regularly.

She's unaware of the others nearby -- and especially when the backsplash of mystical energy takes her full attention. Typhon sidles in place, his dark eyes rolling and ears briefly flicking back at the sudden arrival, but settles under his rider's hand. Sif's hand very slowly and deliberately settles on the hilt of her enchanted sword as she takes in the appearance of this new arrival. Thor asks the pertinent question; the Valkyrie awaits the answer, her pale eyes watchful.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    First a jet, and then a beam of light and an explosion of sound to go with it. "...this is going to be one of those weird nights..." Cecily says, ears laying flat against her head, resigning herself to her fate. "At least let me eat my dinner?" she queries, once again, to nobody in particular. Still, she adjusts the way her bookbag hangs against her side, cradles her plate, and starts moving towards the light just in case it's something ungood.

    Ramone, at the taco cart, calls after her, "Back on the clock, senorita zorro?" To which, the fox calls over her shoulder, "Seems I can't ever afford to be, dear. Thank you for the tacos, Ramone." And then towards the light show she goes, crunching softly on her food, quite intent on finishing it before she loses the opportunity.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda Maximoff nods her head back to Sif amiably. "Lady Sif," she offers quietly while they are still sensing the energy prior to it crashing open to bring Sera into the world. Wanda moves slowly away from Thor, just leaving a little distance between each of the trio should it turn out this new arrival has ill-meaning purposes.

Wanda doesn't draw forth any chaos magic yet, but stands ready, the red leather jacket seeming more the color of the black leggings on the dark and stormy night. Thor seems to have spoken what needs to be said, so she remains quiet and watchful, also casting an eye about them to make sure civilians are not straying too close.

Takako Kyozan has posed:
And then there is the explosion of mystical energy that forms the gate between worlds. Takako's expression is unexpected surprise, like she is not completely unfamiliar with this type of thing but clearly did not expect to see it occur in central park.

She abruptly breaks into a job in the direction of the energy pillar and sound, there could be people in trouble, maybe she can help! Or at least that seems to be her thinking as she draws closer to the unfolding incident.

Sera has posed:
It has been hundreds of years of constant battle in Hel, for land, for food, for any kind of life at all - culminating in a battle for their freedom when Angela finally got her message and came to rescue her. She is so very tired but if one more fight is necessary for her to be free then so be it. Asgardians.

An age ago Odin cut the tenth realm from the other nine. The reason why was never explained to Sera, only that the Asgardians must therefore be the enemy of the angels.. and even though she's not a fan of Heven either she doesn't want to be smote by Asgard.

The light in her eyes intensifies as she sings out in to the cool night air, a song unheard on Earth. Blistering white energy erupts from her body creating aetherial like wings, a sword in hand and shield in the other. She steels herself for combat once more. Nothing was ever easy in Hel, why should it be any different in Midgard.

Best to put on a brave face, for it is what Angela would do. "I am Sera of Heven - the 10th realm, Angel Sorceress, escaped from Hel. I mean you no harm, please do not make me fight you Asgardians, I beg for your mercy as I seek asylum on this world," Sera declares in response to Thor's question.

Even as she is standing there, expending her will after such a long battle, she can feel her energy fading fast. Her legs are wobbly, her arms aren't holding up as high as they would for a real fight. It is too much, how long can she keep this bluff up. The last thing she expected to face was an ancient enemy of Heven; but there's something oddly familiar about this scene.. did it flick by in her visions of potential futures?

Thor has posed:
    As the arrival seems to draw in onlookers, Thor's head turns to the side as he motions with Mjolnir, "Ware, mortals. I cannot vouch for your safety if you..." But then his words ease as his eyes narrow as he looks to one, and then the other. "Lady Winters? Lady Kyozan?" For indeed, apparently Thor knows of those two and seems to accept their presence for now at the last as acceptable for he offers, "I would advocate caution, stand ready."
    And at that he turns his attention fully back to Sera, observing the roil and lash of that power that surges from her. His expression remains controlled and stern as he reverses his grip on Mjolnir with a faint /whom/ of sound even as he steps forwards.
    But he extends his empty hand, "You say you seek mercy. Lower your weapons and you shall have it." There's a pause, "You say you wish asylum. Would I could offer it to you, but I can take you to those who may grant it."
    He turns to look toward Wanda, an eyebrow quirking before he turns to Sif. A silent question is asked of her with just a look, then he turns back to Sera. "Peace, friend. If you bring not conflict, then none shall be had."

Sif has posed:
The others arrive and Sif grants them quick looks, marking them as present and unknowns on a potential battlefield. She doesn't draw Brumeoalfold, not just yet, not even as the Angel's powers curl around in momentous display of light and sound. Her fingers rather just close about the hilt, familiar as an extension of her own body after thousands of years.

Thor gives her a look and she squints back before nodding once. Only once. Her pale eyes then return to the arrived Angel. Typhon is encouraged a few steps forward, the better to remain roughly at Thor's side. The pegasus's ears remain flat back in attention to his rider; he can tell things are perilously balanced.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    By the time Cecily arrives, she's down to two of her four purchased tacos. Crispy, crunchy, dusted in cotija. Filled with meat, cilantro, and pico. Splashed in house-made hot sauce. "Thor," she says in polite greeting, tails lashing slowly behind her. All this energy has her fur frizzed out a little bit and it's not all that comfy feeling. Then she eyes the newcomer, after taking stock of everyone not lingering near the bloody angel.

    Of course, she's waiting the big blonde with the hammer do the negotiating before addressing Sera directly, "A long trip? Welcome to earth, dear. You look famished. I'm always happy to share with guests," the vixen says in a light, gentle tone, offering her plate forward. She can always get more tacos later and it doesn't seem like anyone's actually swinging swords or flinging lightning bolts.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda listens, at the ready, her hair stirring in the wind that is lashing in increasingly strong gusts. The clouds overhead stir, dark and foreboding as if having sensed something of the energies that rippled through the area.

She takes a few slow, pacing steps moving along to the side as she listens to Sera. After hearing what the woman has to say, Wanda glances back to Thor. There's a moment's hesitation before she gives a slow nod of agreement.

"From whom do you seek asylum, specifically," Wanda asks, her footfalls taking her a few steps closer though still leaving plenty of room between herself and the Angel. "Is there a risk of others coming after you?"

Takako Kyozan has posed:
Hearing her name seems to shake Takako out of her surprised and purely impulsive reactions as she processes the presence of Thor, "Prince Thor. It's been awhile." She smiles brightly at him, the recognition momentarily distracting her from the scene at hand.

Bringing her mind back to the present, she jogs over to stand in Thor's viscinity as her eyes scan around to make sure no innocent bystanders are straying too close. The entire time she keeps the angelic being in her peripheral view, "This is like something out of Christianity, though I always thought that was the made up one."

She quiets herself when Thor approaches the angel and makes another attempt at discourse.

Sera has posed:
Sera opens her hands and her armaments blur in to glowing magic. She sings again, a short tune that sounds surprisingly similar to a medieval A-ha-men. The glow around her draws in to her body, her eyes fade from glowing white to dark brown. The ground sizzles briefly with energy and she grips Thor's hand like it's the life line tossed over the edge of a ship.

"Please, do not let them lock me up. My heart cannot take any more imprisonment," she says with a whisper to the muscular blonde Asgardian. Her legs wobble more for she is as exhausted as Cecily perceives, and so she drops down on to one knee and lowers her head. "Peace would be ideal, thank you."

She lifts her head and sniffs the food presented, then takes one of the tacos. "Thank you stranger for this U-filled food.. U-Food," she seems pleased with her naming of the taco and then bites in to it. Her eyes widen in delight and she takes more from the plate, famished was an accurate description.

Sera turns to Wanda and nods her head, "It is a fair question. My list of enemies has grown.. the minions of Hel seek my return, as do the Angels of Heven and the Hierophants of Heven. But none can have me, I am my own person. I refuse. Heven is ..still? cut off from the nine realms and Hel is at war with itself. I do not think any one will be following me here soon."

Thor has posed:
    In the moment that Sera seems to lose her balance, falling to one knee, it is almost natural as Thor lowers as well in that instant to at first provide support, and then to lift the angelic being in one clean motion. And without the roil of magic, without the brilliance of light, perhaps she seems all the smaller now held in the Thunderer's arms.
    Supporting her head, and not drawing her away from Cecily's kind offer of food, he looks to the others with the quirk of an eyebrow, though he does not gainsay Sera in her current state, nor ask for more information on the statements of Heven and Hel. For now that will have to wait.
    "Lady Sif." He meets the gaze of his long time friend, then looks to where the ground still sizzles with the aftermath of the translocation. "We may need to stand vigil on this land. I will get our charge settled and relieve you if you would hold here. I would be grateful."
    At Cecily's offering of food stuffs he smiles and shakes his head, then murmurs to Takako, "Lady Kyozan, if you would perhaps aid Lady Sif, I would be indebted."
    Then to Wanda he nods, "To SHIELD, Wanda, or would you suggest otherwise?" He starts to walk in the direction of the Quinjet, but not before he tells Cecily, "Cecily Winters... perhaps more tacos?" He looks then to Sera to see if such might well agree with her.

Sif has posed:
Between the Angel's words and actions, the Goddess of War brings her grip of the sword's hilt to relax, now merely resting her palm upon its pommel. Typhon too seems to let down some of his guard, his ears flicking forward and face turning to better watch the interactions of those around himself.

"It is no trouble to mind the land. No Midgardian should walk upon the scarring. If another makes itself known, it too shall be dealt with as necessary." Her voice carries well enough through the cooler night air, calm and steely. Equal odds if she means with sword or words.

The tacos do smell good and she eyes the fox-like woman who brought them earlier with mild curiosity from astride the Pegasus. Her icy-blue eyes then shift to Takako. "Well met, Lady Kyozan." Back to the taco-bearing being she looks again. "And Cecily Winters, well met."

Cecily Winters has posed:
    "Taco," Cecily informs Sera of the food's name. Those tails wave slowly, she's now out of food, and everyone else seems to want more.

    "Not that I make my living being a taco delivery fox, I can have Ramone bring the cart over here. I didn't plan on buying dinner for everyone present, after all... our new friend here just looks and sounds like she's been through Hel. Literally. The rest of you can pay for your own, yes? Well, except our new friend there, of course. I can certainly order more for you, dear," a nod to Sera.

    She doesn't look agitated, and she's got a wry grin on her face. Who knows how much it would cost to feed Thor alone, after all! "A pleasure to make all of your acquaintances," she gives a nod.

Takako Kyozan has posed:
Takako gives Thor a nod of deference as she walks over towards the area scarred by the blast energy, "Of course, I am happy to help." she tells him as she begins making her own cursory inspection of the scar.

She looks up when Sif addresses her and offers her a small bow and a bright smile, trying not to be intimidates by the War Goddess on a Pegasus. Even when you're used to dealing with the supernatural some things are still just really damn impressive to behold. "Hello, Lady Sif." she smiles brightly addressing her the same way Thor did and hoping that's okay, "Nice to meet you."

At the mention of Thor asking Cecily to get more tacos she pipes up, "I could really go for a taco... or twelve... I can pay you back!" There is an almost pleading 'get me food' look in her eyes.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
The Scarlet Witch tells Sif, "Thank you, Lady Sif. If anything happens, alert us and we will return quickly as we can." Wanda moves forward to join Thor, the Transian woman's expression somber and thoughtful about the possibility of Sera's presence bringing danger to the planet.

"I believe maybe we should start with the mansion, but SHIELD may get involved in the matter soon either way," she says to Thor. "If Steve or Tony wish otherwise they can handle matters around it then."

Wanda motions to the roof of the building where the quinjet rests. "I will return with it in a moment," she says. Her hands move in slow, intricate fashion, soon glowing with energy that rises up from the ground to cover her. Red light that when it fades, has taken Wanda Maximoff with it.

Those with outstanding vision might notice the faint red glow atop the building at the same time. Soon after the jet descends, landing in an open space and the ramp lowering to admit entry.

Sera has posed:
Sera rests a moment in the arms of Thor, "Thank you Thor of Asgard." She looks at the ensemble of people properly for a moment, taking them in as the first people she had met in this new realm. So much for Asgardians hating angel, though may be that remains to be seen - but these ones seem nice.

She can't really tell which of these people is Asgardian and which is Midgardian yet, but she's sure she'll figure it out. "That is fine. We have agreed, peace." It was the magic word, Angela was right about this place. She walks with them to the quinjet, her eyes widening with wonder at just how different everything is here.

Still this could be a ploy, they might be tricking her with kindness.

Thor has posed:
    The smile given by Thor to his old friend is a gentle thing, and there for but a moment, the expression of thanks given he turns with the angel in his arms and starts off at pace moving towards the direction of that parking area and the quinjet it contains. As he moves he gives a nod to Wanda, "I shall ride with you," Another look offered as he heads off.
    And then the Scarlet Witch ascends up toward the rooftop, leaving Sera there to be held and for Thor to then meet her gaze as he twists up a small smile coupled with a slight tilt of his head. "So."
    He turns to eye her askance as he murmurs in that small window of delay before Wanda returns. "Tenth realm, you say?"
    But then anything further is lost in the whine and the roar of the Quinjet's engine as the vehicle sets down, the ramp whirrrrring softly as it extends then thumps upon touching the ground. Without further ado, the Asgardian takes the Angel up that incline and into the vehicle. For indeed within, for now, is peace.