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Sif nervously shifted the great hammer she was carrying. It looked much too big for her hands--and it was. But she was used to the thing.
"OK... Now what?" she asked.

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"We go through something tedious and unnecessary," Tyr replied sourly. There were so many things he'd rather be doing right now.

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Frigg hated that it took something like this to finally reunite her and Baldr, and even then they didn't have time to talk, but they had to do what they ad to do.

"We are Norse. Our way has always been to face the enemy head-on. It's who we are."

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"Let's just get this over with." Hel stood with her arms crossed. She was there because she apparently had to be. But she could not care less about the plight of any of them. If it were up to her, she'd let them suffer.

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"Agreed. I'm sure we all have lives we'd like to get back to," Tyr replied irritably.

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Baldr scratches his arm--no amount of Calamine lotion is going to help this mess--and sighs heavily. "Trust me, guys, nobody wants this over more than me." He looks at the gate, and then at Sif. "If we can't find a spot for it to go, then I'm thinking just...y'know..." He shrugs and waves a hand. "Hit it."

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She shoots a glare at Tyr before snapping at him. "Only one of us here is going to end up losing their job and home if we don't get this figured out today. So shut your mouth and help instead of bitching."

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Sif just shrugged, and lugged the hammer over to the opening. She looked at it carefully, and noticed a round hole right in the center of the door. Flipping the hammer around, she inserted the handle. a perfect fit.

The was a rumbling, the sound of something coming open, and then... a curious sort of squawking coming from inside.

"I guess... We just push now?" she suggested.

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Tyr shot Sigyn a dirty look, but declined to argue. Not a productive use of his time.

"Might as well." He moves forward, placing both hands, gloved and ungloved and pushed.

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He could see the basket from their vantage point. It wasn't exactly far away or blocked--what was the trick? What the hell was that noise?

As soon as Tyr pushed open the gate, the very angry noise of a great many birds filled their ears. In the blink of an eye, a large flock of seemingly insane ravens swoops and swarms the lot of them. "Shit!" he yells, throwing his arm over his face. "Cover your eyes!"

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Sif yelped in surprise and ducked as the birds began trying to divebomb them. Without thinking, she tried to swipe at them with the hammer, knocked a few out of the sky.

...unfortunately, it just seemed to make the rest of them angrier.

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Hel seemed all together unimpressed. Birds? Really?

As some swooped down towards her, she just raised her hands. Small balls of light came ripping out of the birds, one right after the other. The birds attacking her fell like stones.

Hel closed her fists around the balls of light that came to her hands, snuffing them out.

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Pulling her sweatshirt hood up over her head, Sigyn ducked down and covered most of her face with her arm, trying to keep her head low as she yells at the ravens in anger, for all the good that it will do any of them. Between Hel plucking the buggers out of the air, in a manner of speaking, and her own abilities desensitizing the pain that pecking birds would no doubt inflict, the group of them might stand a chance.

Where in the hell was the basket?

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With his peak reflexes Tyr dodged many of the birds' pecks, swatting and downing them when he could. Those that got in hurt, but he was accustomed to pain and doggedly kept at it, lowering the ravens' numbers.

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In this kind of situation, Frigg's powers were pretty much useless and she knew it. Instead she found a spot and focused on her own prophetic abilities, trying to get an image of where they should go.

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Sigyn's ability to numb the pain of the pissed off birds made for easier swatting and maneuvering, but they couldn't keep this up all night--especially since none of them were close to their godly states at the moment.

He takes Sigyn by the arm, keeping as low as possible as he moves closer to Hel. "Keep doing what you're doing, but start heading in! You two seem to have the best advantage out of all of us, just keep your head down and we'll flank you as best we can. The place isn't that big, but these birds--!" Smacked in the face with a unhappy raven... that was going to leave a mark.

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She scowled at Baldr. She didn't take orders from him. But the only reason she'd come was to reclaim what belonged to her, so fine. She'd move in.

She didn't "keep her head down" as she moved forward. She stood tall, confident, as she walked forward. The souls just ripping out of birds as she went, a clear path opening ahead of her. It was a quick walk beyond the gate with Hel murdering ravens with hardly a blink of her eye.

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Sigyn blinked several times at the sudden slaughter of birds, glancing briefly to Baldr before falling in behind Hel. What she did remember of Hel did not fit the situation, and Sigyn has no choice but to blame Gaia for this.

Further up the way, she spots the basket that has caused them so much grief, and swings at some birds on her own, seeing as they seem all the more pissed off that she's so close to the thing. Some try to divebomb her head, not to mention her hand as she reaches out for it. "Hel! I've got it!"

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"Does it have the stolen items?' Sif called, swinging at a few more birds.

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Frigg's eyes light up as the desired information appears in her mind.

"Yes! Our traits are in the basket!" she calls out.

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"In that case," Tyr backhands a raven in mid-air and heads to the basket. "I'm taking back what's mine."

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'Sounds like a plan!" Sif said, and dove for her egg. It broke, and she gasped. "Oh my god, have I been a complete idiot this whole time?" she asked.

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Tyr resisted the urge to make a comment. He picked up the egg and immediately felt guilty.

"Good grief I've been an asshole!"

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Doesn't take long for Sean to reach the group after pausing to wait for his Mor. He takes hold of his egg, and oh! The relief of so much itching. And head pressure, among others. "Oh, man..." He gives a short laugh as he kneels down. "I've never wanted to thank the Easter Bunny so much in my life."

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Frigg follows after Balder. When she saw her son take his egg and immediately become free of his illnesses, she picked up her own. She quickly felt a sense of completeness upon doing so.

"I have children to pamper."

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Sigyn stares at the egg in her hands before sighing deeply and cracking the thing open. "I'm really glad I don't want to kill all of you anymore. That really sucked."

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Hel was the last one to take her egg. When she opened it, she didn't gush with happiness or sigh in relief. She looked around at the birds laying dead on the ground, at least a third of them slain by her hands.

No not just slain. Far worse.

She stepped away from the group, a hand cover her mouth. Horror at what she'd done, and such complete, pure guilt crushing down around her heart.

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Sif noticed and moved to Hel's side.
"Are you all right? Anything we can do to help?" she asked, looking over the other woman with concern.

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He was practically watching his skin go back to normal when he finally decided to take a look around him. Everybody seemed either fairly happy with being back to something like regular, or confused. Everybody except Hel.

While her back was to him, it was not terribly difficult to tell how she was feeling. In seconds, Sean was on his feet and at her side, opposite Sif, and his hand rested at the small of Hel’s back. “Hey,” he whispered. “You were protecting us. You were protecting yourself. This isn’t your fault, Hel. None of this is.” His fingers tuck a lock of her hair behind an ear. “You did nothing wrong. Gaia did this.” While Baldr was usually one to keep his emotions in decent check, the anger was boiling up. Of all the people to bring something like that upon, Hel deserved it the least.

He glanced up at Sif, his lips were slowly becoming a thin line of anger instead of the swollen disgustingness they had been. “We need to get out of here.”

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She shook her head slightly when Sif came to her side. It was her natural instinct to not worry others. But then Baldr was there, giving her concern, compassion and touched her. It was too much to fight. She began to cry, sobs hard enough to shake her whole frame, but not loud.

She turned into Baldr and cried on his shoulder. "I didn't just kill them. I destroyed them. How could I do that?"

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"You did what you needed to do," Sif assured her, "We could never have won without your help. It's over now, and Baldr's right. It's best if we get out of here."

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