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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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[Even Thor knows who wears the proverbial trousers in that arrangement.]
I shall take note of them as well.
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[He nods.]
So, what have you found out about this place so far? Maybe I can answer some your questions.
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[He drops back down into the booth, motioning for Steve to join him.]
This morning I have read much of the village and it's layout, it's defenses such as they stand, and the experiments.
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That's good. Seems like you've covered most of the important things already. So, do you have any questions?
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Yeah. It's comfortable enough some of the time. It's the times where it isn't that you need to be prepared for.
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Other times...our memories are wiped and replaced with false ones. Last time that happened I thought I was related to Loki-[crap, okay. So he didn't think that one through. It's not exactly the best way to broach the subject.]
Yeah...Loki is here too. Two of them actually. The other one is just a kid. He's from a different universe a lot like ours.
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[he still knows not what to make of it, other than mild surprise and confusion. A firmer conclusion will come to him later. For now? He holds the truce.]
But a second? One younger than the first?
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But it's good that you know. We do have a truce that's bee holding up pretty well so far. He hasn't posed any major trouble since he arrived.
Yeah. He looks maybe twelve? Thirteen? He's okay. If a little...spirited.
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[Plenty of differences, Steve. So many.]
Were he not spirited he would not be Loki.
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Ah...different kind of spirited. He enjoys his pop culture references. [Possibly a little too much.]
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Pop culture- much like the flying monkeys Director Fury spoke of?
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Yeah. Kind of like that.
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We have a lot of catching up to do. You especially.
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