Who| Sif and whoever feels like coming across her
What| She got a carbine in the scavenger hunt, she's taking it apart to understand how it works
Where| The Marvel Shop, she's taken to hanging out there
When| End of week two
Warnings/Notes| None yet though violence is always a possibility of course, will update if necessary.

It had been plenty obvious when she opened her locker to find her scavenger hunt prize that the thing inside with her name engraved on it was a weapon. A rather primitive one, by the looks of things.

She held off on investigating it further for a while, finding a relatively safe place to hide it in until she thought she had the time to get more familiar with it.

Since she didn't want to risk making unnecessary noise or depleting possible ammo she didn't pull what she assumed to be the trigger, and instead set about taking the thing apart, slowly and very carefully. She was well used to a multitude of weapons after all and while this particular one was not familiar, she was fairly certain that she could figure out how to use it without too much difficulty.

She had abandoned the tight leggings she wore before and was now attired in simple grey sweat pants that she had managed to find, since ease of movement was very important. She'd kept the corset though, even if it was hidden under a Captain America hoodie at the moment.

There was something meditative about taking care of a weapon, almost like the calm she tended to feel when she honed the edge of her sword. She wished that she could have it now, rather than this to her mind rather clumsy thing. She wanted her sword and shield, and an honorable fight. Battle the way it was supposed to be, and not this gory farce.

No matter. She would see Thor safe through it, and then face her death like a warrior should all the same. If songs would be sung about this she would not care to hear them, but even so she was determined to meet her end with dignity when the time came.