Who: Lady Sif [Narrative] What: This is what Sif has been up to while everybody else was off rescuing Tony Stark When: During this Rating/Warnings: Green
Since the invasion of flying Sharks the city of New York had been in disarray and Midgardians had the strangest of reactions to chaos. These reactions manifested in protests and attempted looting it would seem, the very same event that Sif had interrupted. Without violence she would like to add but on Midgard it would seem it was uncommon to be confronted by a woman clad in armor and wielding a blade as if the weapon were an extension of her body.
She did have "regular" clothes in the room that had been assigned to her however you did not go into battle without the appropriate attire so Sif had been causing quite a stir. So much so that the excuse of "Comic Con" was beginning to wear thin it would seem, but that did not bother Sif as though the battle might be over there was still much to be done.
The governing forces of this city were also taken aback by the tall almost amazonian warrior from another world that had taken upon herself to assist in the apprehension of wayward individuals who had seemingly lost their minds. Sif did not hold it against them as they were at times such fragile creatures and recent events had been uncommon and unexpected.
She had yet to clasp her eyes on Thor despite conversing with him over the network and she felt there was still much to discuss. She couldn't recall how many years had passed between their last meeting but it had been a while, too long in fact. Sif had after all been living in exile for a long time ever since she had been banished from the home she held so close and dear to her heart. It had been lonely, far too lonely, but Sif had done what she always did and that was to soldier on.
For the moment however she was going to lend her skills to the city and pour her energies into something more productive than reflecting on her recent past.