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Apr. 30th, 2014 03:29 pm[ The image is still when the recording begins, an arm's-length view of Sif, armored and with a sword hilt jutting up above her shoulder, against a backdrop of stone and soggy grass. She speaks in a clear voice, volume normal though occasionally muffled by gusting winds that whip past the device's speakers. Her tone is somewhat stilted, a deliberate official-ness that matches her posture. ]
Hello. I am Lady Sif, of Asgard, and I make this recording for two reasons. First, as a record of my time and travels with the Cosmic Demolition Crew, to be added to Asgard's archives on my return or as an update on our progress at next contact. I believe it has been roughly two weeks since my recruitment, and in that time I have found no means of communicating with Asgard, but perhaps they may yet exist. In the meantime, I have been assigned to their "Green Team" and dropped onto this planet.
[ The camera moves, in a slow panorama of the terrain around her. Too slow, actually, because the first time she went too fast and discovered how unpleasant that is to watch. She continues speaking while out of frame, growing less formal as she goes. ]
This place is clearly far from Yggdrasil; its stars are unlike those in any of the realms I have visited, and Heimdall does not answer me. It most nearly resembles Vanaheim, and that only because it seems to always be damp. [ Damp. It's clear she's not really a fan of that. ] Where it is not marshland it is stone of unusual hardness and there are many tall pillars of it. Jane Foster scaled that one last week. [ Part of her hand enters the frame from the corner, a finger indicating a spire on a distant rise. There's dirt under her nail. She lowers her hand and turns the camera back onto herself. ]
Its weather is very changeable but generally unpleasant though not inhospitable. A few moments ago it was warm and raining, now the wind is quite cold. On one occasion fish and chunks of some sort of meat fell from the sky in place of rain, so there may be sorcery at play here but it was certainly not an illusion. And the fish tasted quite normal. [ What? They looked tasty. ] It is perhaps more likely to have been one of my fellow recruits rather than any native that caused it, for I have encountered no creatures here that seem to possess that sort of ability but many in the CDC's service have strange talents.
[ Here she pauses, lifting a hand to brush wind-snarled hair back away from a jaw gone tight before going on. ]
Among those here are many whose faces are familiar. Of course Thor is here, on this Green Team with me, and he is hale and well. Jane Foster joins us also, and several of Thor's Midgardian companions. Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, even Philip, son of Coul, who we believed dead. He is not the only one returned to life. [ She starts to pause, if that's possible, takes a breath like she's stopping but then changes her mind and barrels onward. ]
Loki is here. I know neither how nor why. Had we the means to return him to Asgard I would see it done, but at present I can find no way. He causes little trouble thus far, but whatever occurred on Svartalfheim I suspect he will grow bored of petty annoyances in time and should he find some way to turn the CDC to his ends Asgard and all the realms will have cause to fear. This land we visit-- that we destroy-- poses no threat to us that I can discern, but this thing we have joined…. I can only hope that our time here gives us greater insight into its workings. And perhaps sates Loki's appetite to wipe realms clean.
[ This is tacked on at the end, a swerve into a drier tone. She does pause in earnest after that, though only for the space of a heartbeat or so before she returns to her overall assessment. ]
This land is inhabited by several unfamiliar beasts, including what the documents we were given called an "angry unicorn". I am informed by Darcy Lewis that it is not a real unicorn, but by Jane Foster that unicorns are themselves also not real. [ So… yeah. Her lips press into a flat but uneven line, one corner pulling into an expression which, coupled with her minute shrug is clearly a "who knows?". ] In any event, they are horned creatures with long, barbed tails and hide much like that of an insect. They bring me to the second purpose of this record. [ And this one makes her work to suppress a hint of a smirk around the edges of her mouth in contrast to earlier gravity. ]
I was made a wager that I would not ride one of these beasts before we left this place. I hear it rumoured that we may be soon to depart and Thor's unavailability today will not prevent me from winning this bet. Over this hill, [ she hooks a thumb at the rise just behind and to her left ] is a small herd of the Angry Unicorns. I am going to ride one and I am going to record it so that none may say I shrank from this task.
[ And so she does. The image cuts out for the brief climb up the hill, and then back in to show the herd below before recording at increasingly careless angles her approach. She's silent now, the wind drowning out breathing and squashing of grass beneath her boot soles. She makes a point of capturing a clear image of the creatures but the view is mostly of the ground as she makes what one imagines is a quick, low approach.
And then there is a minute of queasy wheeling, glimpses of exoskeleton and glints of armor, a mean-looking tail thrashing, some strange noises that must be the unicorn and huffs of effort from Sif. Then the picture begins bouncing as well and there's a laugh before it finally steadies somewhat. The movement is more intentional now, panning across the galloping creature and Sif's knees clenched tight around it. She appears to have caught its tail around her vambrace and holds it there, not without effort. She grins into the camera though it jounces hard enough that rarely is the whole of her face in frame, and dark hair whips into her mouth and is shaken back. ]
As you see, Thor! You should know better by now, my friend. I hope that you're prepared to be meticulous; I take very good care of my armor and will expect the same of yoU! [ An unexpected buck sends the word up and into another laugh and the view is effectively blacked out for a moment, camera held against her knee as she grips tight to a ridge in the unicorn's hide. It takes none of the amusement out of her tone - she sounds more at ease now than at any point in her earlier, more sedate cataloging, even though it's distracted and warbled by getting bounced around. ]
I believe that is sufficient recording for the present! I will create another entry regarding the strange shadowy beings we have glimpsed and anything else we may learn of this realm. I hope to be find a means of transmission soon. Until then, farewell. [ She lifts the device up so it can record her clapping her fist over her heart in salute, and then the footage ends. ]
Hello. I am Lady Sif, of Asgard, and I make this recording for two reasons. First, as a record of my time and travels with the Cosmic Demolition Crew, to be added to Asgard's archives on my return or as an update on our progress at next contact. I believe it has been roughly two weeks since my recruitment, and in that time I have found no means of communicating with Asgard, but perhaps they may yet exist. In the meantime, I have been assigned to their "Green Team" and dropped onto this planet.
[ The camera moves, in a slow panorama of the terrain around her. Too slow, actually, because the first time she went too fast and discovered how unpleasant that is to watch. She continues speaking while out of frame, growing less formal as she goes. ]
This place is clearly far from Yggdrasil; its stars are unlike those in any of the realms I have visited, and Heimdall does not answer me. It most nearly resembles Vanaheim, and that only because it seems to always be damp. [ Damp. It's clear she's not really a fan of that. ] Where it is not marshland it is stone of unusual hardness and there are many tall pillars of it. Jane Foster scaled that one last week. [ Part of her hand enters the frame from the corner, a finger indicating a spire on a distant rise. There's dirt under her nail. She lowers her hand and turns the camera back onto herself. ]
Its weather is very changeable but generally unpleasant though not inhospitable. A few moments ago it was warm and raining, now the wind is quite cold. On one occasion fish and chunks of some sort of meat fell from the sky in place of rain, so there may be sorcery at play here but it was certainly not an illusion. And the fish tasted quite normal. [ What? They looked tasty. ] It is perhaps more likely to have been one of my fellow recruits rather than any native that caused it, for I have encountered no creatures here that seem to possess that sort of ability but many in the CDC's service have strange talents.
[ Here she pauses, lifting a hand to brush wind-snarled hair back away from a jaw gone tight before going on. ]
Among those here are many whose faces are familiar. Of course Thor is here, on this Green Team with me, and he is hale and well. Jane Foster joins us also, and several of Thor's Midgardian companions. Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, even Philip, son of Coul, who we believed dead. He is not the only one returned to life. [ She starts to pause, if that's possible, takes a breath like she's stopping but then changes her mind and barrels onward. ]
Loki is here. I know neither how nor why. Had we the means to return him to Asgard I would see it done, but at present I can find no way. He causes little trouble thus far, but whatever occurred on Svartalfheim I suspect he will grow bored of petty annoyances in time and should he find some way to turn the CDC to his ends Asgard and all the realms will have cause to fear. This land we visit-- that we destroy-- poses no threat to us that I can discern, but this thing we have joined…. I can only hope that our time here gives us greater insight into its workings. And perhaps sates Loki's appetite to wipe realms clean.
[ This is tacked on at the end, a swerve into a drier tone. She does pause in earnest after that, though only for the space of a heartbeat or so before she returns to her overall assessment. ]
This land is inhabited by several unfamiliar beasts, including what the documents we were given called an "angry unicorn". I am informed by Darcy Lewis that it is not a real unicorn, but by Jane Foster that unicorns are themselves also not real. [ So… yeah. Her lips press into a flat but uneven line, one corner pulling into an expression which, coupled with her minute shrug is clearly a "who knows?". ] In any event, they are horned creatures with long, barbed tails and hide much like that of an insect. They bring me to the second purpose of this record. [ And this one makes her work to suppress a hint of a smirk around the edges of her mouth in contrast to earlier gravity. ]
I was made a wager that I would not ride one of these beasts before we left this place. I hear it rumoured that we may be soon to depart and Thor's unavailability today will not prevent me from winning this bet. Over this hill, [ she hooks a thumb at the rise just behind and to her left ] is a small herd of the Angry Unicorns. I am going to ride one and I am going to record it so that none may say I shrank from this task.
[ And so she does. The image cuts out for the brief climb up the hill, and then back in to show the herd below before recording at increasingly careless angles her approach. She's silent now, the wind drowning out breathing and squashing of grass beneath her boot soles. She makes a point of capturing a clear image of the creatures but the view is mostly of the ground as she makes what one imagines is a quick, low approach.
And then there is a minute of queasy wheeling, glimpses of exoskeleton and glints of armor, a mean-looking tail thrashing, some strange noises that must be the unicorn and huffs of effort from Sif. Then the picture begins bouncing as well and there's a laugh before it finally steadies somewhat. The movement is more intentional now, panning across the galloping creature and Sif's knees clenched tight around it. She appears to have caught its tail around her vambrace and holds it there, not without effort. She grins into the camera though it jounces hard enough that rarely is the whole of her face in frame, and dark hair whips into her mouth and is shaken back. ]
As you see, Thor! You should know better by now, my friend. I hope that you're prepared to be meticulous; I take very good care of my armor and will expect the same of yoU! [ An unexpected buck sends the word up and into another laugh and the view is effectively blacked out for a moment, camera held against her knee as she grips tight to a ridge in the unicorn's hide. It takes none of the amusement out of her tone - she sounds more at ease now than at any point in her earlier, more sedate cataloging, even though it's distracted and warbled by getting bounced around. ]
I believe that is sufficient recording for the present! I will create another entry regarding the strange shadowy beings we have glimpsed and anything else we may learn of this realm. I hope to be find a means of transmission soon. Until then, farewell. [ She lifts the device up so it can record her clapping her fist over her heart in salute, and then the footage ends. ]