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stopmjolnirtime) wrote2013-11-15 08:54 pm
stopmjolnirtime) wrote2013-11-15 08:54 pm
Verse One [Action/Voice]
[Action: Locked to Loki]
[One moment he had been standing amongst his brothers (and sister) in arms, Tesseract held in a shielded sheath meant to make the passage home simpler. Safer. The day was bright, the battle won, justice to be meted out by his father and while all was not entirely well with the world it was, for a moment, as close as it might come until his family was once again in the fold.
A twist of the wrist, a blinding flare of blue-
And he wakes bereft of his armor, without the Tesseract, and without his brother.]
Loki-
[He surges to his feet, stumbling, teeth grit and braced for battle. No other being could wrest magic in such a way to transport him somewhere aside from Asgaurd- for this is certainly not his home.]
LOKI! [A beat, and then-] Hammer?
[He extends his fist and his will, waiting for Mjolnir to fly to him- but he senses it not. He is without armor and he is unarmed. It makes for a frustrated, puzzled Thor that tromps through the woods, searching for the Tesseract, his brother, and his armor. At odd intervals he calls out either for his brother, or, in a fit of frustration, his hammer. Neither answer.]
[Action: Open]
[After that...enlightening and less than entertaining discussion with his brother, Thor resumes his wanderings, seeking out the village of which Loki spoke. He is as he was when he arrived, save that he is entirely devoid of clothing.
Thank you, brother.
He shall wander until he finds the village, and wander further still until he finds somewhere to clothe himself. When he finds not a single pair of trousers that would fit him left and a pinned note to a truly hideous gown. All the dresses or feminine clothing that might fit him yet remains.
Thank you so, so much, brother.
Later still he sits, wrapped in a toga formed of a bedsheet, picking at a long since emptied plate in Seventh Heaven]
Should any find trousers sufficient enough to clothe an Asgardian I would be most greateful to have them. I might be found at the Tavern of Seven Heavens, feasting on their hot dogs, which they have assured me are not actually made of hounds.
[One moment he had been standing amongst his brothers (and sister) in arms, Tesseract held in a shielded sheath meant to make the passage home simpler. Safer. The day was bright, the battle won, justice to be meted out by his father and while all was not entirely well with the world it was, for a moment, as close as it might come until his family was once again in the fold.
A twist of the wrist, a blinding flare of blue-
And he wakes bereft of his armor, without the Tesseract, and without his brother.]
Loki-
[He surges to his feet, stumbling, teeth grit and braced for battle. No other being could wrest magic in such a way to transport him somewhere aside from Asgaurd- for this is certainly not his home.]
LOKI! [A beat, and then-] Hammer?
[He extends his fist and his will, waiting for Mjolnir to fly to him- but he senses it not. He is without armor and he is unarmed. It makes for a frustrated, puzzled Thor that tromps through the woods, searching for the Tesseract, his brother, and his armor. At odd intervals he calls out either for his brother, or, in a fit of frustration, his hammer. Neither answer.]
[Action: Open]
[After that...enlightening and less than entertaining discussion with his brother, Thor resumes his wanderings, seeking out the village of which Loki spoke. He is as he was when he arrived, save that he is entirely devoid of clothing.
Thank you, brother.
He shall wander until he finds the village, and wander further still until he finds somewhere to clothe himself. When he finds not a single pair of trousers that would fit him left and a pinned note to a truly hideous gown. All the dresses or feminine clothing that might fit him yet remains.
Thank you so, so much, brother.
Later still he sits, wrapped in a toga formed of a bedsheet, picking at a long since emptied plate in Seventh Heaven]
Should any find trousers sufficient enough to clothe an Asgardian I would be most greateful to have them. I might be found at the Tavern of Seven Heavens, feasting on their hot dogs, which they have assured me are not actually made of hounds.
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[He stands from where he'd been tucked away, fighting with the long strands of cheese that liked to tangle with his beard, and extends an arm to the young Midgardian.]
You are most timely in your arrival, my friend.
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....
You know what, he'll just. Shake his hand. Or whatever it is Thor wants, he's easy to manhandle into it.]
Um, well met. So, have you eaten the entire menu yet?
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I have been working on the recommendations given to me by the servers. I have finished my hot dogs, tried several varieties of Ham Burgers - [Said carefully as though it is two words, because to him? It is.] which seemed poorly named to me as they were not patties of cured pork and had no ham nor pork I could taste, save the one topped with cheese and bacon. Now I feast upon this fine dish of pizza.
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Oh, pizza. Good choice- though they don't make it the way they do back in New York.
[Listening to Thor talk about Earth food is actually hilarious, though.]
Have you found anything that seemed like it might be from home?
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[He is curious, and can't help but be. Every little sliver of Midgardian culture he can absorb is just one more thing he will better understand should he speak to Jane or the Avengers.]
The stews, the roasts, the steaks all seem familiar enough, but these are things I would try when I miss my home, should I be here long enough to do so. Part of learning more of a new realm's culture is learning more of their cuisine.
[Volstagg's influence at work, here.]
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Not sure if it's happened, yet, though. I've never been.
[Meanwhile, though, he sits down; there is a hotdog calling to him.]
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[They sit, they shall dine, all shall be well.]
How long have you been in this village, Young William?
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About a year and a half now. It feels like forever, but...
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[He misses home. It's hard to be away from home for so long.]
But you're used to traveling between worlds, aren't you?
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[....Hrngh god he would love to try the Bifrost. Just once.]
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[He trails off - he hadn't meant to say that - and finally ends with a dismissive shrug.]
Nothing works.
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[Magic and science and brute force has not found a way home, but any attempt is better than none. Anything at all is commendable.]
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...Um. Teleporting. I used to do magic.
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To avoid becoming a true villain, more like.
[Is he implying that magicians aren't true warriors because ohhhhh buddy the stories he could tell.]
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That's really cool. Though he's not sure how to deal.]
What if... what if no amount of trials can make someone worthy?
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So intense.]
I think it'd be better for everyone if I just retired the costume and stuck with being your average citizen.
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