9001/7th Seal: Book 1, 3:1

7th Seal: Book 1, 3:1
Date of Scene:	08 December 2021
Location:	W.A.N.D: Triskelion
Synopsis:	The Medallion of St. Moritz is identified for its purpose and dangers.
Cast of Characters:	Jane Foster, Jemma Simmons, Blackagar Boltagon, Daisy Johnson, Mary Jane Watson

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Jane Foster has posed:
1130 hours.

W.A.N.D., by its very nature, tends to be the smallest of SHIELD's divisions. Mystics just don't tend to sign on for a life of spying when they could do other things, like drink tea, make potions, and steal swords from highly-warded and defensible locations. The offices are somewhat active in the daytime, increased security presence put on the doors leading into several holding vaults. Subbasement B, C, and D all remain under close scrutiny.

The hubbub that originated from a fire alarm since died down, partly because no one is dead and the damage to a priceless lead coffer doesn't actually quantify a significant monetary loss. What's the price of a lead box compared to Kip's Bay being cratered or Daisy's downtime on the server array that fell over?

At any rate, three purposes converge on a somewhat more active morning. First, there's an 084 being carried in after recovery from Miami. Second, the matter of an ongoing investigation. Third, someone just turned on the coffee and everyone knows WAND's coffee pot is cleaned more regularly and stocked to the good stuff -- unlike than Armor, R&D, SWORD, or any of those other underfunded divisions. They even have a French press.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
The R&D coffee is not meant to be good...just caffeinated. Most of the time researchers don't even notice the taste. Not that it matters for Jemma. She never touches the stuff...not when she has her own personal stash of actually good tea. Which....no one has yet to find, hopefully. It is with a cup of tea that Jemma finds herself walking towards the WAND section, yet again.

Why? Well...it is because of that little medallion again. Really, the irony that she, a devotee to science and reason, finds herself in charge of investigating a Weird A$$ Nerdy Division issue is not lost on Jemma. She walks in, flashing her ID to those that question....not that there is much questioning. Like it or not, Jemma is a known quantity.

Tablet in hand, with the tracker app turned off, Jemma is going to see what else she can glean from the medal.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
~I still think you should have let me relocate the man to the middle of the Pacific Ocean,~ Blackagar signs towards Jane as he walks with her through the halls of SHIELD on the way towards the storage area that the 084 is destined for. His hands continue to move, carrying on the conversation. ~It is not as if I can be identified, I do not exist.~ A bit of a smile is present with the sentiment. He does not have the necessary credentials in the way Jane would, thus over his back is a pack within which is the 084, serving as the pack mule for the return from their endeavor.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Here we are. Back to the grind. Or in this case investigating the whys and whats and whens of a certain server going kaput. One of her dear ones! She had even called it Krynn, because Dragonlance is still in her heart. It had taken her a bit of going through the charred remnants of the drives, then the backups. And what is this? A certain app that spiked activity during the burnout period? And that's some familiar coding too.

Well, well, well... Poppins coding? Time to dig into this.

> Let me guess. You are at WAND right now? I am omw.

This a message sent to both Jane and Jemma and soon after Daisy is coming in through the doors, the black circles about her eyes noting she most likely didn't have a lot of sleep last night!

But first, a turn towards the coffee room, because she knows how good it is. Which incidentally just makes her run into everyone. Convenient! "Good morning." a brow arches as if in question. Oh yes, she is here for answers about her dear Krynn!

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
    Mary Jane looks a bit out of sorts, to put it mildly. Her official standard-issue SHIELD jumpsuit has been unzipped to the waist, and her red hair, normally pulled back when on duty, is not only loose, but tousled. She shows signs of perspiration and looks like she's been involved in strenuous activity.

    She's /also/ currently berating the poor technician serving in a bureaucratic capacity here. "I don't care if I don't have an appointment!" she says, angrily. She gestures towards the tech, holding something small and silvery between her thumb and forefinger. "This hells-spawned thing latched onto me last night, and I have no taste for it. You are the ones who are supposed to deal with sorcery. DEAL with it."

Jane Foster has posed:
~Much as I would have liked you to, they need to question him. Afterward, you can make whatever claims you like.~ The fact of signing one-handed, especially whilst carrying a box, keeps Jane from effectively moving at speed. She pauses periodically to flash her badge from her hip, the one that distinguishes an astrophysicist working with the Wild and Neurotic Department. She falls to the former, thank you very much. Her box in question contains another locked up little object to be installed, along with paper forms in triplicate, partly because paper matters more than digital records in dealing with things that might eat people's heads or transform them into goats. It's actually worse, with one of the 084s. The monsters /it/ turns people into took over Novosibersk for a day or two.

She gives a small smile over her shoulder, though being stopped by a guard to be thoroughly scanned and vetted is a chore. Partly because the scanner loses its mind, per usual, trying to deal with her. "They don't like my skin chemistry. If you need to verify my credentials, Doctor Simmons has the rank for it," she notes, nodding to her fellow Furiae in the corner with that scanner. "You'll find the manifests for vaulting these on the top, plus I submitted the storage requisition forms as noted. They're countersigned by Carter." Let that be a lesson in bureaucracy, do your homework and invoke the name of the scary lady.

Coffee will wait. It usually does; the brunette prefers tea or soul snacks. All the extra layers of security slow things down. They also stare in the face of MJ with abject weariness, the poor Agent (Patterson, by his nametag) really just desperate to return to his regular beat near the gym or storming the borders of Latveria. Things that won't get him dressed down or killed. "That's a coin. I don't know where you found it, but usually you submit them for review," Patterson says tiredly, "and their provenance will be figured out. I can't throw any last thing into a vault..."

"... unless it's a Nuka Cola. I could really use a Nuka Cola."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
Agent Patterson finds himself the attention of said Doctor Simmons, which could be good for him...or not. Depending on if the man has did his homework. Apparently not, in regards to the medallion. "That is most certainly not a coin. That, Agent....Patterson, is it? That is what caused the whole incident in the first place and why you are currently assigned here. It certainly was in this vault and should be returned to one as soon as possible." Apparently, Agent Patterson ordered the light chastisement for breakfast this morning....

As for Daisy. Well...those brown eyes catch Daisy's own...and there might be a slight apologetic look from Jemma. Oh, yes, Jemma has suspicions as to why Daisy is down in the mystical trenches. That tablet in Jemma's hand, with the text from Daisy still visible, is proof of that. A finger is held up, hesitantly, as Jemma starts to speak. "Daisy...I can explain..."

But then the words trail off, as the third member of the Furiae arrives. Why yes, Doctor Simmons can vouch for Jane and Blackagar. Such is the power of the Level 6 in the room.

Then, before returning to Daisy, Jemma turns to Mary Jane. "I see that it has grown attached to you, Agent Watson. And...if I saw correctly, the medallion did not want to go to our more, err, shall we say more finger wiggler types?" Yes, she means mystics. And no, Jemma is not necessarily a believer, either. "Would you please be so kind as to hand me the medallion? I suspect it will find me suitable."

Meaning....Jemma is a perfectly normal non-magical type. It may like her, indeed.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
Blackagar doesn't grunt. He isn't in the mood at present to shatter the seaboard, but the expression from his face is certainly one of amused and faux-annoyance as he looks at Jane with a lofted eyebrow. Once more his hands move in sign language, easily seen by any that may know it. ~I may well need to do that. I am still deeply concerned about something I witnessed during this. I may need some time to look into things.~ It is an ominous statement but he drops the line of conversation at that point.

As the pair approach the security person who asks for credentials, Blackagar pulls out his badge and presents it towards the man. He has a SHIELD looking Guest badge. But the motion of his hand is more to indicate he is with Jane rather than anything else. With the litany that is presented in terms of the need of access, a smile appears on his face and shortly after they pass by, he signs once more. ~I am in need of a snack or something to drink. Tea?~ he offers as the presence of the coffee room up ahead gains his notice. ~I have not had a good tea in a very Oolong time.~ Deadpan expression follows the most recent signing.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"I am sure you can, but knowing you ..., and the place we are at now I feel we may have more pressing concerns." Daisy replies to Jemma and lets out a brief sigh, she making a beeline towards the coffee table and serving herself some. Priorities. It's only after a good, nice swig that she talks again, and now this towards the other two approaching, Jane and Blackagar, "I am sensing a disturbance in the force... This sounds more serious than I first expected.."

And showing her own knowledge of sign language she can't suppress a shudder that runs through her body at that last joke from Blackagar, "Good lord..., really?" then she signaling towards Blackagar in what seems like a very lazy way of greeting. Akin to a "Yo." in sign language. "Good to see you all again though." and her smile at least is genuine. She easily forgives dad jokes.

The talk about the medallion, and then catching sight of MJ holding that shiny little thing makes her eyes narrow. "Is that what I think it is?" she looks at the others in question again. "That would explain why -that- particular app got those spikes..." then a final smile to MJ. "I see you are going knee-deep into WAND stuff, eh?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
    Mary Jane glares at Agent Patterson a moment, and leans in, her hand grabbing his jumpsuit as she hauls him bodily across the desk with the hand that isn't holding the coin. "Look here, little man. I /know/ it is a coin. It is YOUR coin, from YOUR damned vault of foul and evil. So you can take it and--"

    And then Jemma is asking for it. She releases Patterson, and turns, striding purposefully over to the more senior agent. "Here! Take the hellspawned thing, and you are welcome to it!" She slaps it into Jemma's waiting hand.

    Which would be about the part that Daisy calls over to her. MJ looks to her...looks to Jemma...looks rather horribly embarassed, then takes a step back, saying in a less forceful tone "I am /so/ sorry." She zips her jumpsuit up, momentarily going as red as her hair, before looking to Daisy. "Not intentionally, no!"

Jane Foster has posed:
~That's not fair. I cannot laugh in sign, and you know it.~ Especially while handing off a box to another agent. ~You can nip that joke right in the bud and keep working on it. Tea is over there.~ Jane focuses on giving her 084 to a woman, surnamed Hale, to be stored away almost immediately. The usual two or three guardians of WAND vaults have expanded in number since the fire alarm went off. Explains Patterson being pulled in, and others on beat duty who probably regret their life choices now. Blackagar gets the once-over with the badge of secondary interest to the WAND agent's fixed look, and Hale narrows her eyes a little.

"He's assisting in the recovery method," adds the brunette, tapping the manila folder. "He's in the AAR. Let's move on?"

Meanwhile, Hell breaks loose. "Yes, ma'am," Patterson repeats to Jemma. He looks wide-eyed at Hale for help. "Then we should have a tray and gloves to confiscate it, per protocol." Protocol save the day, please. Hale is already busy, gesturing at the 084 boxes. When MJ steps in and puts a hand on the grimacing agent to make him now a fixture on the desk, he grunts. "Hey! I don't-- this isn't--" Loading of questionable objects of unknown provenance or monitoring records stop dead.In the background, other agents busy on their own work freeze up if they can hear or see the scuffle.

The coin tumbles easily enough to Jemma's hand, warmer than skin temperature by a shade or two. The face looking up peers sidelong, stamped in antiquity, some guy or another. Irregular, not perfectly round, the tarnished silver chit has a bit of weight to it. Nothing to see here! It's not pirate gold.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
Should have a tray and gloves....sure, that would have been proper. However, Jemma has some experience with this particular item and she was playing a hunch. Granted, it was a risk....but a calculated one. And one that Jemma seems to have navigated successfully, as that coin falls into her outstretched hand. The slender fingers shift to hold the silver medal to the light, even as the other hand shifts to hold the tablet in close proximity to Jemma's recently-claimed bauble. "Readings are slightly elevated, which is expected. Temperature is just a touch warmer than standard human flesh. Energy signature is the same."

The coin is shifted back to Jemma's palm as she turns to regard Daisy. "Yes...it is exactly what you think it is. Apparently, the Spear is back into play and our little friend here picked up on it. So much so that it was the cause of the incineration incident in the vault here....and the reason for your server spike. The tracker app I had developed picked up on the energy readings of the medallion here. The data was so much that it essentially fried the server...and earned me an early wake up call when it happened."

See? Jemma *could* explain!

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
Blackagar's eyebrow just lifts at Jane, his hands flying once more in sign, ~I do not see what is wrong with my joke. You always have told me I need to attempt to find more opportunities to display humor.~ Stoicism is not truly present, instead just an attempt at it which barely conceals the smile that he holds. As the gestures conclude he steps into the coffee room.

Daisy's greeting pulls a lifted eyebrow from the Inhuman, studying the woman for several moments before he signs a greeting towards her in turn, far more formal. ~Good Morning to you, Luna.~ Then he steps towards the water pot to begin preparing it to make tea rather than coffee itself. While waiting for the process to get underway he looks out to catch sight of the encounter between Patterson and Watson, the transfer of the coin, and all the little human interactions that cause him to silently chuckle.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
The explanation has Daisy fold her arms together, lips pursed in thought. Yea, those aren't good news. "I thought the spear was safe again. Or well, at least from the nazi ghosts..." she murmurs, another shudder. This time not at dad jokes. "What's the relation between the medallion waking up and the spear?" she questions, "Or is that what we are trying to figure out?"

Another drink of her coffee mug, because coffee is life.

"I remember the Austrians giving us a hard time about it back then, but with SHIELD going dark they sort of layed off the pressure. I suppose now they are back now that we are getting closer to the MET gala and they are pressing for their items back." A glance to Blackagar, "I am sure you would love them. So formal, much european." a wink to the Inhuman King. She looks up to Jane after, "Have you been having fun with another 084?" she asks her.

It's all until MJ comes back closer and she shakes her head, "Oh, don't worry." she sounds amused at the younger agent's embarassment, "A good agent should know to be rebellious." says the Rebel Queen herself.

Jane Foster has posed:
"Doubt anyone wanted to think about that falling back into tentacle hands, considering the problem they had with the whole Third Reich recreated in New York," Jane deadpans in a tone that doesn't quite suggest it was anything like a joke. So formal, so European, those Nazis. "We were lucky to come out unscathed as we did. The last thing anyone needs is /that/ thing running about, even if it happened to be secured away for a while. I hope."

The truth of that isn't clear, of course. Her tone says as much, as she slants a look to Hale and gestures. "The sooner those are put away, the better. Get them moving."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
    Mary Jane looks over to Daisy as she comments, and says quietly "A good agent who /just/ got her promotion should not be pulling people over the desk!" Still red, still embarassed. "I'll catch you later!" And with that, she hurries off as quick as she can.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
Blackagar's steadfastly bland expression remains, broken only by his eyebrow quirking up slowly when Daisy states he would like the Austrian German combinations of individuals. Without looking down, he begins to pour the freshly heated water into a glass and drops a teabag into it to begin the steeping process. The blank look remains while he casually lifts and drops the bag a few times to get it to settle into the water, then he let's it be and raises his hands to sign slowly back, ~I am familiar with the Nazis. What I am not familiar with are some of these artifacts that you are dealing with. Of course such things are dangerous and I am certain everyone here would take appropriate and proper precautions.~ Sarcasm does not translate well in sign language, but blue eyes look between Daisy, Jemma and Jane with a studious gaze.

~What is this spear you speak of?~

Jemma Simmons has posed:
Jemma takes a moment before answering. After all, she is holding an artifact solely responsible for the impromptu fire drill....and server failure. She performs a few more notations before she relinquishes the coin to a tray, should the coin decide it wishes to depart. Apparently, it took a shine to Agent Watson before, so really, anything is possible. It is only after the attempt to place the coin in the tray does Jemma answer Blackagar

"The Spear of Destiny. Otherwise known as the Lance of Longinus. Supposedly, the spearhead that pierced the side of Jesus Christ as he hung on the cross in crucifixion. Because it was bathed in the blood of Christ, as least per legend, it bestowed it with unexplained powers. This, as well as a stone chalice said to be the Holy Grail, were on display as part of the Met Gala the previous year. The spearhead was taken and used in a sort of ritual to bring about what I believe to be a pocket dimension in New York proper, in which the Nazi regime had control. It...was not the most pleasant of situations."

That is Jemma being conservative. She doesn't mention the Nazi ghosts, or the dead they left in their wake, or anything of that nature. What she does give, though, establishes with the other agents of Hale and Patterson that yes, the rumours are true. It is the very same Simmons in front of them as the one that seems to have unnatural accuracy with Nazi headshots...should the stories be believed.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"I wasn't talking about the nazis, but the Austrians themselves." Daisy notes back to Blackagar with a small shake of her head, "-Noone- would like nazis. At all." a small frown on her expression. The explanation Jemma offers about the Spear, and how they got involved with it brings a weary nod out of the World Shaker, "As long as the ghosts aren't back..." there. She went and mentioned them!

She grins after MJ as the young woman runs off, a brief shake of her head to herself before regarding Blackagar, "Depends on what you mean by proper precautions. A lot of it is unknown to us because there's a lot of mysticism involved." a glance to Jemma, "And Magic.." she knows how the other Furiae likes that word!

"I am guessing the Austrians are putting quite the pressure on the Gala organization, specially as it's coming close to it again this year.." She says to Jane.

Jane Foster has posed:
Patterson really would rather sink into the floor than face the collective weight of his peers. He'd rather push 084s into a vault, honestly. He would prefer a good many things, but being roughed up by MJ, who now flees, counts as a fine way to deal with his shift. He resolves to stand there, putting his gloves on, and desperately not making eye contact with Jemma. When the coin is dropped, the silvery, aged thing lands with a thunk and he backs away from it. If only he could helpfully forget it ever existed!

"Bring that over here," Jane says, taking up the issue of the tray while the others talk. Someone has to, and she actually has the authority to deal with the borrowed artifact from Vienna. That will be her, and she at least has the wherewithal to use gloves, and a tray, and probably a large plastic box after going over to bother someone about that. If WAND agents will stare, she'll flex her occupational might at them. Truly, the might isn't great.

Blackagar can stay under her watch, too, as is supposed to happen while he makes tea. ~We generally try not to let reality altering items on the loose, any more than you would. ~ Stung? Not at all.

A frisson of amusement crosses her lips and her thoughts, at any rate. The definition from Jemma is sufficient. "A religious artifact with potential to create widespread changes, however you want to look at it. Faith absolutely wasn't required to use it, and as such, consider it the original 084. Having it on hand is nearly as bad as not knowing where it is, and the fact remains we don't want to ever see it used. The last time before now was apparently in the Second World War and we came perilously close to seeing a worldwide regime serving the Nazis. Or rather, Hitler. Cap punching him would've been a stolen memory, no doubt, with all faults erased by..."

She shakes her head, trailing off.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
~Interesting.~ Blackagar signs back towards the trio, his expression looking anything but for the moment. In fact he almost is bemused with the look in his eyes at the explanation that is given. He continues preparing the cup of tea, a second one following suit as he goes about the practice in a well rehearsed motion and doing things to a specific intent. As he finishes his next steps, he lifts his hands though again to sign towards the trio.

~The desire of Hydra to gain these items has been explained to me, and it makes sense. But if they are truly that dangerous, why do you continue to keep them here where they can be stolen again? Why not destroy them or at the least locate them where they cannot be reattained?~ The Inhuman King considers the three of them for long moments then adds with a small grin at the corner of his lips. ~Has anyone ever told you all that you could pass as siblings?~

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Supposedly being here is the safe place." Daisy gesturing to the surroundings, "WAND protections are some of the best in the world. And destroying artifacts? Well, it's not as easy as one may think. And we do not know the consequences..." a glance to Jane and Jemma, "Right?" mystical stuff isn't exactly her turf. Even if she -did- speak to a mystical cup before and learned from some old spirits.

The last part about them being able to pass as siblings has Daisy positively beaming. "Would we?" she lets out a laugh, "Or Charlie's Angels." she tells the King, "You could be Bosley." another wink. Pop culture reference! Another one for Blackagar to go search for. "But you are right, they already are my sisters, if not in blood but at least in spirit."

At least the other Furiae are spared a Daisy-hug now considering they are all involved in examining the medallion and what it may do. "Yet it begs the question, what are the plans for that medallion? Keeping it here?" she asks Jane.

Jane Foster has posed:
"If you mean he's spending the next two weeks watching Charlie's Angels reruns, you owe us Chinese takeout and pizza at least twice, Johnson." Jane's warning holds all the threat of a small cat about to pounce something, telegraphed by the wiggle-equivalent of a raised brow. She has downright /mastered/ raised brows. "They are my sisters, there is that. Maybe we are less angels than helping hands. We need a better example, I suppose, than that. Branding, get on it." Her fingers crook as she works the tray into the box, and hands it off with instructions to bury it back in another vault.

"I'm sure many items can easily be destroyed. I don't want to find out how a coin can withstand temperatures that melt steel." This to Blackagar's point might cause consternation when reviewed by security later. "The decision on where the 084 goes isn't mine, don't look at me. I would imagine the precautions taken to keep it secure will be under discussion since it obviously gets hot in here whenever it has a tantrum. The whole idea probably /wasn't/ to have it moving around. The problem is, some of these objects cannot be easily destroyed. Or the steps needed to destroy it involve a certain volcano, and unfortunate, none of us are Hobbits. We're more like Men, though I suppose you," a nod to Daisy, "get to be whatever elves were the later ones, and Mr. Elflord over there can be smug and utterly hopeless at destroying said artifact other than telling us to toss it into Mount Doom. Unless you have an eagle up your sleeve, we don't have much by way of alternative. Some of these might explode at us on contact."

Daisy not hugging? No! The world is a cruel and dark place. Let them examine what they will, though the Medallion can be sent away safely as soon as they're ready. She'll find her hug elsewhere. Blackagar has tea... therefore, he gets a light nudge.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
A small smile creeps to Blackagar and he responds, ~I have actually seen some of the Charlies Angels, I did not know it was an older television show prior to being a movie.~ He seems to be at least attempting to catch up on popular culture and the Lord of the Rings reference is understood, even given a wry look at Jane as she calls him 'Elflord'. ~If anything I am the Ranger. A King away from his land, wandering around and all brooding.~ Despite being called an Elf, a stern look given to Jane when she does, he hands her one of the cups of coffee and returns the nudge back.

~I choose to worry about the situation, because I have seen the challenges you have put in to control these items that exist in the world. Many of which are not native to this world. Power attracts power. When you bring it together like this, the probability of incidents begins to increase.~