6546/Sifalicious

Sifalicious
Date of Scene:	13 June 2021
Location:	Atlantic City
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Blackagar Boltagon, Sif

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Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
Blackagar sat casually at the cafe that was across the street from the rather active park. Fortunately the umbrella canopy overhead kept the heat of the sun off him, not that it would truly bother the Inhuman.

It was a few days since he had parted ways with Sif, but there'd been a conversation of getting together for lunch soon and the appointed day was there. He had arrived a bit early, just to secure the location and it was now that he sat there pondering. The Inhuman was trying his best to settle into a somewhat 'normal' human motif, dressing casually and even having a bit of unshaved facial hair starting to appear. Of note, the small smile sat on his lips as he waited.

Sif has posed:
Unseen in the broad daylight, the bright rainbow flash that delivered Sif to Atlantic City was witnessed only by a feral alley cat that was in the process of stalking a juicy rat.

Well, and the rat too, but the distraction of the flash caused the untimely end of said rat's perception of anything as the cat pounced.

This is a weird world full of weird events and the cat was hungry.

Dressed now in a pair of low-riding, flare-legged jeans, wearing a red tee that doesn't go all the way down and that is decorated with many frilly fringes in white, still wearing the red shades, and now also a broad-brimmed straw hat, Lady Sif, Goddess of War, steps out of the alleyway and gets her bearings.

A few moments later, almost exactly on time, she arrives at the place and smiles at Blackagar, waving in greeting as she approaches.

"Hello again!" she says. "You picked a very good day for this. The air is almost crystaline!"

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
Blackagar grins up at Sif as she arrives and he ponders her for a moment. The writing slate is on the table but when she speaks, he leans forward and makes some hand gestures that are clearly sign language. The emphasis of the body movements pushes through and he focuses his mind towards her, ~Can you understand me?~

The question is given with an almost expectant look, wondering if she was feeling his thoughts in conjunction with body language.

~The weather is amazing. I will say that days like this are a reason to visit this planet. How have you been?~

Sif has posed:
"I have been well," Sif says, slipping into the seat nearest Blackagar.

Then, betraying an upbringing entirely different from most present, lounging back in her seat and putting her feet up on another chair. One on the seat, the other on the back.

"We have more mountains where I live in Asgard," she says. "Such pretty sea-front views are a rarity to m..."

She pauses, blinking, staring at Blackagar.

"When did you learn to speak!?"

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
Blackagar's expression is one of humor, again his hands move, it does help him focus as he thinks towards Sif again. ~I am not speaking with words. Those closest to me have always understood me. My mind pushing the thoughts to them. I suspect that since you are, in some ways, close to me I can push my thoughts to you now as well.~

He shrugs his shoulders and then reaches for his water glass to sip it.

~Intimacy is perhaps the key.~ The water is drank and sat down. ~It may be surprising, but the sunrise on the moon is absolutely amazing. I do long for home. As I am certain you do as well. Tell me more of these views.~

Sif has posed:
"Intimacy?" Sif appears taken aback a moment. "Oh! You mean swiving! Well, that is as good a candidate as any!" she exclaims, throwing her head back in brief laughter that quakes through her entire body before she straightens up. "I know not of the moon," she says shamefacedly. "But I understand heimweh ... ah home pain?"

A reminiscent smile spreads over her features. "My estates are not where I was raised. I was awarded new ones, but my parents still live where I was raised in a vale called Sonnesorge. It is nestled in among the mountains shaped ... like I was shaped when we were 'intimate'." More body-quaking laughter. "The open end of the vale faces to the south and east, so the valley floor, full of verdant soil, is bathed by the sun with perfect climes for growth of grains and sheep. But the estate itself, the manor, was hidden in a defensible outcropping at the crux of the vale and was built such that it saw the sun but for a short time each day, and that only in the spring until autumn. The first day the sun touched the bailey gate was the traditional sign that planting should begin. And the last day it shone upon the gate marked the end of harvest."

She sighs expansively.

"It was a beautiful place where I first played with the princes as their playmate when the Royal Family visited. It was where I slew my first wolf in protection of the herds gathered together in the winter chill for warmth and food. And the last sunset in Autumn stained everything in a red that became my signature colour. My heraldic choice when I came of age."

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
Blackagar listens and at various points interjects a thought that comes out stray, but he really seems to be entranced by the story that Sif shares.

~The Asgardians, like yourself, you are all of the same strength and capabilities? I have the strong impression it is on par with my own and my peoples. Which is both reassuring and a bit concerning as well.~ His expression doesn't show concern. ~So many of this world are ... in need of protection from those stronger that I find it very uncomfortable.~

~On Attilan, my city, we do not get to enjoy large fields, but our Gardens are grown in height and depth rather across large swaths. But before we went to the moon, our city was in the mountains of this world. I can picture what you speak of, of the sun coming across a valley and illuminating everything. Of course, I did not experience it, for we had moved the city before I was born.~

He sips his water again, motioning on the menu what he would have for food when the server does deign to visit them, casting a sideways look at the two rather odd looking people having lunch.

~Is your path to return to your family estates one day?~

Sif has posed:
"When my parents pass on I will inherit, yes. And I may make it the seat of the House under me, or take my new estates as the seat. I have no idea yet, though my fond memories will likely make the former true."

She looks across at Blackagar then. "We are stronger than mortals, true," she says. "Though not all are in the same league with me or the Crown Prince or the Young Prince or Brynhildr or the like. But even the weakest among us are far more durable than mortals."

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
Blackagar listens and nods, ~When you say Mortals, I do not assume your people are immortal but simply longer lived?~ He inquires. There is an actual joy about the man at the conversation, he truly enjoys learning abou others and engaging in conversation. The fact that he doesn't have to write makes it more so.

Pondering Sif for a few moments he gets a grin, ~Your people have feats of strength yes? Challenges to determine such? What would be some examples of these?~

Sif has posed:
"There is a custom among the townspeople living in a neighbouring vale where the chief livestock is cattle instead of sheep. Each year, after the studding times, they hold a footrace. The Running of the Bulls in Palankval. It is a proud tradition where people run with bulls down narrow, tight streets in the town."

She pauses, eyes closed, smiling.

"It was my third year there when I finally won! I carried all twelve bulls for my team four at a time down the hill and through the village, thus needing only three trips to bring them all down. The former champion could only carry three at a time, and though he was faster with three than I was with four, it wasn't fast enough to win."

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
Blackagar listens to the story, he doesn't even know of the similarity to the Earth tradition, because such things are not really his concern. ~So by carrying four as opposed to three at a time you were able to be more efficient.~ He considers then nods, ~Was the other unable to carry four or just had not considered such?~

~On Attilan we have games, feats of strength, running, throwing. Similar to events that I'm sure many hold. But we do not involve livestock in them.~