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Mortal Garb [open to all]
Aug. 15th, 2012 06:43 pmNew York City was no Asgard by any stretch, but the tower of Stark was a palace in its own fashion. Spacious and shooting clear into the sky, it wasn't the prison Sif had imagined Loki to be confined in. Thor's chambers were large enough for the three of them, at least for now. Sif hadn't made plans past arriving here, and wasn't yet sure how long she would stay, but she was grateful for their -- no, for Thor's hospitality. Or perhaps it was this Stark king she needed to thank for such well-appointed lodging.
Still, after enough pacing from sitting room to window and back, her feet began to itch to explore this new realm.
It wasn't lost on her that her armour and greaves made her look conspicuous, and this would need to be dealt with first. Even Thor seemed to have embraced this mortal garb, but she'd brought nothing suitable with her to wear to the marketplace. Thor's clothes were too large by half, so she'd stolen a pair of Loki's trousers, as they were most likely to fit for now. Perhaps she looked a bit strange with her shirt of mail on top, but it would do. Besides, it gave her some comfort to wear it--it had been woven especially for her when she'd finally completed training. The links were fine, movable, and had been mended seamlessly after more battles than she could count. She felt naked without it.
There were many marketplaces to choose from, but many were easily accessible by foot, so with a pouch of the money Thor had shown her, Sif set off to explore this East Midtown, paying more attention to the humans and cars than the shops at first. When she finally slowed down to look through some of the windows, she pursed her lips. There was little on display that seemed likely to turn aside a sword.
Still, after enough pacing from sitting room to window and back, her feet began to itch to explore this new realm.
It wasn't lost on her that her armour and greaves made her look conspicuous, and this would need to be dealt with first. Even Thor seemed to have embraced this mortal garb, but she'd brought nothing suitable with her to wear to the marketplace. Thor's clothes were too large by half, so she'd stolen a pair of Loki's trousers, as they were most likely to fit for now. Perhaps she looked a bit strange with her shirt of mail on top, but it would do. Besides, it gave her some comfort to wear it--it had been woven especially for her when she'd finally completed training. The links were fine, movable, and had been mended seamlessly after more battles than she could count. She felt naked without it.
There were many marketplaces to choose from, but many were easily accessible by foot, so with a pouch of the money Thor had shown her, Sif set off to explore this East Midtown, paying more attention to the humans and cars than the shops at first. When she finally slowed down to look through some of the windows, she pursed her lips. There was little on display that seemed likely to turn aside a sword.
