3099/Seeking SHIELD

Seeking SHIELD
Date of Scene:	25 August 2020
Location:	The Triskelion: Courtyard
Synopsis:	Sif approaches SHIELD to warn them of ill omens. What are those omens? The bad kind.
Cast of Characters:	Sif, Maria Hill

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Sif has posed:
Sif had been busy the last several months, very busy fighting rocking trolls in the Realm Below. A tug or war, over Asgardian interests had detained her for some time, and it was only through a call back to Asgard and another string of orders given over to her that she found herself once more on Midgard.

A port of call through the Bifrost, and she'd arrived where she was told she might find those of SHIELD. They were supposed to be warriors and protectors of the realm after all, right? At least that was what she'd been told a time or two.

Her blue eyes flitted over the buildings as she tilted her head back upon her arrival, taking in her surroundings and wearing her usual armor and weapons. Perhaps out of place amongst those of Midgard, but that was hardly her fault now, was it? She went up to the nearest available person, confidence in her stride as she approached and tried to stop them. "You there, tell me, is this the place of Shield? I was told I would find them here."

Maria Hill has posed:
It's not long until the grapevine of security at SHIELD ended with this falling on Maria Hill's proverbial desk... there's an Asgardian outside and they need to speak to someone with authority to make decisions.

Great.

So it's not long before Maria Hill, in her SHIELD uniform, sidearms at her hips, walks out of the building and makes a crisp walk towards Sif. "Deputy Director Maria Hill, Miss...?" she greets the Asgardian warrior with a slightly lifted brow. "How can I help you?"

Sif has posed:
The dark haired warrior twisted around as Maria approached the staccato step of a commander in charge was impossible to misplace at the woman's approach. Sif bowed, pressing a hand to her chest. "I am Lady Sif of Asgard. I have been sent with news that there are ill omens, and as my Prince has held your brotherhood in high respect, I have been sent to share the news on my path to inform others on Midgard." She straightened, her arms falling at an easy rest at her side.

Still her gaze assessed Maria with a critical eye, noting the way the human woman held herself and her general demeanor. Even if she wasn't sure what Deputy Director meant in human terms.

Maria Hill has posed:
Hill has dealt with Thor. Asgardians are all ridiculous. All of them. She stifles a sigh, and gives the woman a sharp nod. "Lady Sif. What sort of ill omens?" She can already think of twenty things this may be in reference to, and only half of those are known to the lower ranks of SHIELD outside of herself and Fury, and possibly the sub directors.

Sif has posed:
Sif paused, as if considering exactly what the ill omens she'd been told were. Magic and such things were not her expertise. "Well, 'tis the signs of coming danger to Asgard and Midgard. I cannot claim to know the cause nor the means of which they will take shape." She hesitated, as if admitting considering how much to confide in the mortal in front of her.

"Merely that I was sent to inform you and yours, on my way to purvey the Embassy's state here and ensure it capable of defense. I am a warrior, Mistress Hill, and I shall admit I deal less in mage-craft and omens than I do with swords and battlefields. 'Tis a curtsey I stop here and offer my aid should you require it in Midgard's defense."

Maria Hill has posed:
Maria Hill hms. "I understand." She nods respectfully. "Thank you, then, for your warning and your offer. As always, SHIELD is happy to work alongside the Asgardian embassy in protection of Earth." She pauses. "Midgard." She taps one of her sidearms lightly. "And I feel you. If you have the option, stay a warrior. Promotions mean paperwork." She takes a half step back. "I won't keep you-- but if anything else comes up, you can email me."

Sif has posed:
Sif inclined her head completely serious in demeanor, even as she tried to hide her confusion as she glanced at the sidearm Maria tapped, and spoke of promotions. Her dark eyebrows knit together slightly, "I have long been considered a warrior of rank, and I am thankful to not have to keep the ledgers for it." She tried at least? There was an attempt made.

As the mortal woman stepped back and spoke of 'email' her confusion deepened but it only showed in a small fluttering of her eyelashes. "Aye, I shall send word.." The way she lingered on 'word' perhaps betrayed her, but what was E mail? Mortals were so strange.

She turned and considered the street, and paused. "I would be grateful if you could point me in the direction of the Asgardian Embassy?"