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Subject: Loralie Vörsdottir Category: Non-human | Extraterrestrial | Asgardian Last Seen: April 28th, 2015 (See Appendix A.II) NOTES Physical: Post-human resistance (Ref: Appendix B.I) Not-invulnerable, smaller than most Asgardians noted. Capable of both armed and unarmed combat. Height: 5′4″ | 162.6 cm Weight: Undetermined Age: Undetermined, suspected to be young Appearance: Ref: Appendix B.X Additional: Capable of Allspeak, wielding seidr* Subject has been noted to teleport and shapeshift Records: Crossfires with HYDRA (Ref: Appendix C.I) Interactions with SHIELD (Ref: Appendix C.II) Terran Sightings (Ref: Appendix C.III) External Terran Interactions (Ref: Appendix C.IV)
Reading through their recent capture’s file, Vuhs prepared for their coming ‘discussion’. The subject had been caught attempting to retrieve Schmidt’s loot from the Nordic temples, objects of interesting and immense power and technology. As the executive branch, the research of such items were not under his jurisdiction, though he could retrieve information on the items and their research progress whenever he wanted. He gave a quick browse of the items Loralie went after.
Her involvement with SHIELD was strong, which half of the board were keen on getting her to spill information about now that they had her in their hands. The other half were pushing for Vuhs to heel her under his wing, extract what she had in her head with their wiping technology and turn her into HYDRA’s asset. Both directions tested Vuhs’s patience, as the job fell upon him. He felt that neither were practical- however advanced their technology were, it could not be compared to the Asgardians, much less be used to force someone of such experience and will to bend easily. Rather, he was more concerned with how the Avengers and SHIELD had been finding their bases, and if there were… traitors in HYDRA.
Vuhs tapped his pen against his lips a little more, before closing the file and rising from his chair. It was time for their ‘meeting’, having left the Asgardian ‘waiting’ for quite some time. The room was fortified with shields derived from Asgardian technology as well. It was like a two-way mirror, viewable from the outside, opaque from within. Walking past the guards, the room’s door slid open and he strode in. “Loralie Vördottir, how are you doing?” Said the man in a sharp-cut suit of traditional black and white.
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Loralie had been sitting in this room, not moving a muscle since she had been captured and placed there. She was thinking. While she was aware that someone was watching her, there was always someone watching, no room would be this opaque and empty for other reasons, she could only hope HYDRA hadn’t yet developed the technology to read minds too, at least effectively enough to get through her own defences. Of course, there was seidr that she could use to escape, grab the items and go. But teleportation would be inefficient when there was a building full of agents that could be alerted onto her in seconds.
Her pale face had turned into a mix of disappointment and disgust. Mostly due to her own failures, but also the strong disdain she felt towards HYDRA and the ideals they were initially based on back in the day when she first encountered them still clearly remained.
Only when she heard the door creak did she begin moving again, by first snapping to look at the person who had just walked in. A man wearing a suit, meaning he was probably someone in the executive branch. “I believe I am what the youth call… none of your business”, there was a tinge of hostility in her voice right out of the gate. She folded her arms to her chest and crossed her legs. When it came to HYDRA, all of her diplomatic politeness was out of the question. There was nothing she was willing to give them, no matter what it was they were asking for.
“You speak as if you’re younger than me.” Vuhs calmly countered, raising a brow as he did so. Steel colored irises observed the Asgardian’s defensive posture as he sat across of her. There was no table and he did not bring the file with him. One of the few advantages of having an eidetic memory. In contrast, he crossed his legs and folded his hands together on his raised knee, sitting back as if he was about to have a cup of coffee and read the morning paper.
Well she certainly seemed uninterested to talk. That was understandable. Vuhs coldly set aside his frustrations from the pressure of his peers and began drawing on his deep well of patience. “I wonder how long it will take SHIELD to realize you’re caught. Perhaps they’d send someone to rescue you. We look forward to welcoming them.” Commenting like it was a mere discussion of weather, the man maintained his observation, making no effort to hide it.
No matter how much she would resist their ‘conversation’, he intended to break the ice by testing her waters. Be it a hard strike or steady nailing, one way or another he was bound to get a reaction.
