<strong>Character Name</strong>: Kaia Thordottir http://beauty-around.com/images/sampledata/SWEDEN_Women/14.Elsa-Hosk.jpg<br/><strong>Alias</strong>: None<br/><strong>Time/Date</strong>:  0120 6 Apr 2102<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Downtown Manhattan, former site of Avengers Mansion to Stark Tower<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Whoever shows up at the tower<br/><strong>Mentioned</strong>: Heimdall, Amora<br/><strong>NSFW Warning</strong>: None<br/><br/>The skies over downtown Manhattan were clear in the darkness of late night/early morning that blanketed the East Coast. The stars were out, visible here. Once New York City had glowed with enough light to obscure the stars. Now they could be seen. They were the lights that illuminated the "wonderland" that was Scav-Mart. Some years ago, a  scavver had come to the ruins of NYC, seeking fortune. Or at the least shelter from an uncaring North American Union and it's corporate and government masters. Dale Kincaid, ex-corporate drone framed for an industrial-espionage rap he hadn't committed (damn Ginger and her conniving ways!), had come here. Fired, broke, and with nothing to lose, he'd come to Manhattan with his last remaining money and sunk himself into the gutters of the ruins. There were other scavvers of course. In the early years he'd only cared enough to scavenge what he had to for drink to drown his sorrows. But time passed. He got over his bitterness and heartache. And he got tired of paying the local bosses for "protection". So he dusted off his corporate management skills and organized what he called a "union". Some might call it a gang. They'd fought the local bosses and they'd won. Dale looked at the ruins and organized it into the glorious Scav-Mart, based out of a crumbling mansion he'd discovered. A central place for scavvers from all over the NY ruins to come swap goodies, tales, brews, drugs, and whatever else. Part shantytown, part red-light district, part black market, Scav-Mart was all things to all people. And the scary folks with the salvaged guns and Sentinel hand-blasters were on hand to keep it safe. Win-win. Scav-Mart was busy at all hours of the day or night, with one business or another.<br/><br/>So there were people about as the lights in the city flickered back on for the first time since the War. People had come out of the bars, roused themselves from the brothels, and looked up from cheating each other at shady deals to see what was going on. People were already buzzing about what it could mean. Was there some gang of techies fiddling with the old power grids? Some new gang making a statement? Or, hell, what if the government or some corporation had gotten off its ass to retake the ruins? The Boss himself came down from the mansion, clothes rumpled and his latest working girls of the night at his side in flimsy lingerie (redhead twins, his favorite!). What concerned Scav-Mart concerned Dale. So he and his consorts were on hand with a bunch of others as a rainbow struck down right in the front courtyard.<br/><br/>And what they saw was a wonder.<br/><br/>A girl-no a<em>woman</em>, running<em>on</em>the rainbow. She was tall, taller than most of those watching. That was obvious at first glance. She had flowing honey-blonde hair, unbound and blowing behind her in the sudden icy wind that had kicked up from nowhere. She was slender but very obviously curvaceous. Her clothes made no secret of that. Most men present (and quite a few women) felt their loins stir at the sight of her. She was clad in a black corset that laced up the back, with a lacy blue low-cut top that cupped and offered her bounteous breasts to the onlookers. A very short black skirt lined with golden rings hugged her waist and upper thighs, and blue leggings snaked up long legs, inscribed with a serpentine runic pattern in black. Knee-high black boots with tall heels completed her ensemble, inscribed with golden rings. So enchanted were the onlookers that they didn't even notice, at first, the double-headed battleaxe the woman carried, dripping blood onto the rainbow and then the ground as she stepped off of it and onto the broken concrete.<br/><br/>Her voice was sweet as honey, her tone crystal clear as she shouted<strong>"I say thee nay Heimdall! I'll not be your prisoner!"</strong>Bright blue eyes the color of the sky flashed in defiance. She raised the axe and slashed at the air above the rainbow. An arc of purple energy tore from the axe and into the sky. She slashed again and again until the rainbow faltered, flickered, then died. She panted, and only now in the light of the trash fires could one see a bead of sweat at her brow. Everyone was still for a moment, then the woman straightened and looked around curiously. "Did I make it? Be this Midgard?"<br/><br/>Dale plastered his best cocky grin on his face and stepped forward into the ring of light. "This be Scav-Mart my lovely miss. And I'm it's Boss. Boss Kincaid." He gave her a very thorough once-over. "Now, we like to say around here that Scav-Mart's open for any business, any time. Just ask anyone, there's no business, no trade, and no fetish that we don't cater to within our walls. You got an itch we got someone to scratch it. For the right price. Thing is, even here at Scav-Mart we have a few rules see? Not many, but a couple'a big ones." He grasped his crotch at that and there was some nervous chuckling in response to the Boss's call-and-response. "One is that you do what I say when I say. And two is that nobody's allowed weapons around here, 'less they work for me of course. And three is that pretty women like you get a<em>personal</em>interview with the Boss Man, that's me, to uh, assess your skill-set, let's say. Now, uh,<em>clearly</em>you're not from around these parts. So I'm going to forgive your little faux-pas with having that pigsticker there inside the walls. Matter of fact, you put that thing down and come with me. We'll get you sorted out. Find you a spot in our little Scav-Mart family, ain't that right people?!" There were a few cheers and catcalls at that.<br/><br/>The blonde woman looked around in confusion. Scav-Mart was no realm she knew of. It wasn't even the name of one of the Nine Realms. Where had the Bifrost taken her?! She'd meant to go to Midgard, but she had no idea how the Bifrost worked. What if, in injuring it's Guardian she had changed her destination? Had Heimdall spited her somehow? Or worse, what if her mother had done it? She had no reason to believe her mother couldn't affect the Bifrost. Her magic was unequalled in the realms. The panic that had her heart pumping since she first stepped foot in Asgard still gripped her. She could hear a voice in her mind, a voice that sounded so much like her own:<em>"You know Heimdall won't stop. He's sent you to this realm of his lackeys. Kill them. Kill them all and be gone before the Guardian reopens the Bifrost and finds you!"</em>Her hand clenched on the Bloodaxe's haft and she felt a hand fall on hers.<br/><br/>"You heard the Boss, lady. Drop it. Now." The woman was several inches shorter than her and her grip might have been considered firm for a mortal. The tone, the threat in her voice...Kaia felt years of conditioned reflexes kick in. "You won't take me!" Her hand twisted and her foot lashed out, striking the woman in the pelvis. The force of her kick shattered the imposing woman's spine like she was made of glass. There was a pause of shock and a collective gasp. Then a guard pulled out a blaster. "Bitch you're going to pay for that!" He fired, a lance of plasma that should have scorched her to atoms. Kaia felt it like a tickling warmth and turned her wild gaze towards the man as he fell back in shock. The voice demanded that she kill. Kill all these monsters in human skin. She squeezed her eyes tight.<em>No. No. I...no...must get away. Must...</em>"Stay away from me!" She released a blast of concussive force from her entire body, blasting away the guards, the onlookers, and the so-called Boss. The concrete shattered beneath her feet. The walls of the mansion creaked and cracked, then began to crumble in on themselves. The flaming trash cans scattered in every direction, sparking fires in some of the buildings. She soared into the night sky, letting out a scream as she took to the air.<br/><br/>She looked over the ruined city spread out before her. It reminded her of the ruins of Asgard, before she'd had to leave. Lights were flickering across it, and every so often a giant letter A flickered and glowed in her vision. What was it? Was she back in Asgard? But the Bifrost should have taken her somewhere else? Maybe it was a sign. A place she could be safe from her persuers. She took a steadying breath and started flying towards the glowing A, Bloodaxe in hand. If it was sanctuary it was welcome. If not, then the daughter of Thor had an answer for it to hand!