Enter Mischief

[lostliar]

Who: Loki and you
Where: The forest
When: Nighttime
Style:  As you please
Status: Open


[It was a deafening crash to the ground. Dozens of trees were uprooted or snapped in half in a charred trail that led to a small crater in a clearing. Echos of the rumbling could still be heard tens of minutes after the dust has settled. Though there is still some thick smoke in the hole, one close enough could see that something stirs within. One foot out. And then another. Followed by the swish of a coat's hem and the judging eyes of a man burdened with glorious purpose.
Loki does not like it when things don't go according to plan. He was bound and gagged by his brother and they were on their way back home when a force painfully yanked him from the bridge to Asgard. Now here we was - both drenched in seawater and partially on fire, unscathed but The reason behind the failure of the transport he had yet to discover. Right now he scanned his surroundings and scoffed in disapproval.

It was a realm he had never been in before. It was frustrating because now his body has to adjust itself to the system of mana in this world... that is, if there even is one here. He tried to generate fire. Nothing but sparks.

He's going to need time to figure out his next move, but there would be little of that for now. He can hear someone nearing the crash site, probably to investigate, and Loki had not the energy to teleport, cloak himself or even move. Whoever was approaching, Loki had to at least make sure it was a safe encounter. He can't make enemies now. At least not yet.

He took a throwing knife from a hidden pocket on his back and stabbed himself in the gut without wincing or flinching. He knows it will completely heal before the night is over. And as soon as that someone came into view, Loki put on a panicked face and screamed.]

Help!! Somebody, please!! Help me!!

[He grinned in his mind. So it begins]

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[windfang]

[ If the sudden explosion wasn't enough to warrant the Demigod's attention, then the thick smoke that followed certainly did. It's rare for Yasha to allow his curiosity to gain the better of him but there he was racing towards the scene in the park. Yasha didn't know what to think as he approached. Nearly all of the trees in the surrounding area was uplifted durng the crash but as for what made this crash, he didn't know. ]

What could've possibly caused this?

[ He muttered to himself as he surveyed the damage. ] It's almost reminiscent of a Gohma attack--![ His thoughts were cut short once he heard the screams of another. ]

Who's there?! What is the reason for all this ruckus?

[lostliar]

[As the larger man approaches, Loki wondered whether to drop the pretense or not. From this distance, he can already tell that this man is potentially a threat and the moment something goes sour, it's going to be more than just a trail of trees that gets snapped in half. He figures that he should try his luck anyway. Loki channeled all memories of pain (because there sure isn't any in his fake wound) and limped and lurched slowly towards the larger man.]

Good man... I need help. A madman... is in pursuit of me...

/is that your official "OH SHI-" icon? :3

[windfang]

[ Once the wounded man hobbled near, a look of apprehension settled in Yasha's stoic gaze. For some reason unbeknown to him, Yasha wasn't quite sure why he felt the need to be on guard. There's a wounded man before him heralding what might be the approach of a lunatic coming to kill them all. Yet he seemed less worried about this madman and more suspicious about the wounded fellow before him. ]

Who is it that seeks you?

you can say that :))

[lostliar]

[He was a lot bigger now that he's moved closer. Maybe playing the victim card by itself may not be the best move if he begins to get suspicious. It was time to up his game a bit.]

A man of thunder. He is built like a mountain and treacherous like a storm.

[Loki stands tall, still clutching to the illusion of his wound. He looked at the man in the eye and stood his ground. He needed to be ready to do anything]

He pursues me because he wishes me destruction. Such a monster of a man... I don't know what malice possessed him to be relentless so.

I'm sure Loki is clever enough to think of something

[windfang]

[ Considering that most of the gods, minus perhaps two of the elite generals were over the average height of 5'7, it's to be expected that Yasha was much bigger than Loki previously asset. While Yasha is perhaps the most "gentle" of the eight, that doesn't mean he's a push over. Whatever scheme Loki might have in motion might not work on this towering Demigod. ]

A man of thunder?

[ Yasha had to arch his brow at that. ]

Does this man have a name?

[lostliar]

His name is Thor. The Thor. If you are not familiar with him, he is known in the Nine Realms as the immortal embodiment of rage and lightning, the god of storm and thunder - Thor.

[Loki started pacing in a circle. He went on and on about Thor, his voice now ringing out across the clearing.]

Now, I wonder what danger I might pose to have a being of such wanton destruction hunt me down, because I clearly am at a loss.

[He threw an innocent look back at the larger man, dropping all pretense of weakness now, feigning it in the hopes of intimidation]

Can you hazard a guess?

[windfang]

[ Yasha knew there was something wrong with this picture and it seems he was proven right. Taking a quick step back once the trickster began to circle him, the Demigod got into his usual stance. The kind of combat Yasha's proficient in looked very similar to Shaolin Kungfu, more specifically the "Xiao Hong Quan" or "Little Red Fist" style. This Kungfu is mainly comprised of quick jabs and powerful kicks. Considering that Yasha's speed was almost unparalleled amongst the Seven Deities, Loki might be in a world of hurt if he tried to attack him outright.

Awaiting for the other to strike, a mighty scowl settled on Yasha's usually stoic face. ]

I know nothing of this Thor or you, but I can tell you're not "innocent" in all this strife.

[lostliar]

You would subject a newcomer with such harsh judgment? My, such a harassing welcome. I might react accordingly, and I might not be held responsible for the damage I may cause.

[He had not all his magic back yet, but Loki could at least manage this. He revealed that his wound had long healed. He raised his hands to each side and skin began to turn into a cold blue. He looked like the dead of winter itself, save for the burning red of his eyes.]

Are you sure you don't want to offer me a gift basket instead?

[windfang]

[ He has no idea of what manner of sorcery that Loki possessed but once the Trickster's skin became as blue as ice, Yasha realized he might be in some dire trouble. ]

Why should I shower you with gifts if you welcome me with threats?

[ Had this man been a Gohma, Yasha would have never hesitated to strike. However, since he's a long way from Shinkoku and even further away from his world of Gaea, Yasha couldn't help but be more cautious than usual. ]

What is your purpose here? To wreak havoc?!

just imagine i'm still blue here

[lostliar]

Oh dear me, there we go again with that manner of speech.

I came because destiny brought me here. And as such my purpose here is to see this world... perhaps make new friends...

[It shows that Loki hadn't had this much fun in a while. That smile was practically tearing his face in half. He means no harm. Well, not yet. After all, what harm could there be when there is order in subjugation?

But right now, he was here to play. It's easy for him since it's his specialty and doesn't require much effort. He sends a body double right behind the stranger and it whispers at him with the same playful but wintery voice]

... and have some fun.

okay, papa smurf!

[windfang]

...What!

[ Turning around as quickly as he could, Yasha didn't waste anytime hurling a powerful punch towards the doppelganger before quickly putting some much needed distance between Loki and him. The frown he wore earlier turned into a full blown scowl at this point. He's definitely not amused. ]

You better mind yourself, trickster.

[lostliar]

[The double flickered and faded as Yasha punched it, but it served its purpose. Loki was already only a few feet away from the giant man as he turned to voice out his disapproval, only to be met with Loki's taunting sneer.

He leapt, vaulted over Yasha, using his shoulder as a springboard, absorbing some energy at the touch. He was graceful and lithe - leather and silk over steel. He landed elegantly some behind Yasha.]

You're slow, but one can expect that from a brute. Your energy, however, suggests that you are no mere rucksack of mortal brawn.

[His skin has reverted back, but his eyes still gleamed a fiery red. Loki was obviously challenging someone powerful. So much for playing safe and forging alliances in the new world, he was the God of Mischief after all.]

[windfang]

[Slow? Did that impish bastard just call him "slow"?

Yes, Loki managed to catch Yasha off-guard with that fancy display of speed and agility. However ask anyone in Shinkoku who has the fastest fists and they'll probably utter the Demigod's name. ]

You're going to regret that...

[ Yasha growled as he menacingly stalked towards Loki. ]

I'm in no mood for your games, therefore allow me to end this here and now.

[ Just when he took another step, Yasha vanished completely only to reappear beside Loki with a powerful kick aimed at the Trickster's side. If that doesn't knock the fool down to the ground, then Yasha planned to follow that kick with a quick jab towards his jaw. While a majority of his strength was limited by the power of the Lamufao, Yasha's attacks most likely hurt just as much as a sledgehammer to the face. ]

[lostliar]

[Yasha's kick certainly came as a surprise. Loki knew he was strong but to actually encounter it at that close a distance was something different altogether. He raised his arms protectively, anticipating the hit, but he knew that he will never hope to weather that blow.

So Loki allowed his body to be swept away by the force to minimize damage and he was sent hurtling to a tree a few feet away. But Loki's body suddenly burst into black feathers and shards of ice as it made impact to the trunk.]

Impressive. You're almost as strong as my brother. It's almost as if you were holding back.

[Loki materialized on a thick branch high up on the tree his body crashed. He was amused. Though he is unsure of this stranger's origins, Loki thought he sparred like a god of war.]

Perhaps you will entertain me in his absence.

[windfang]

[ The Demigod's eyes grew as wide once he saw the man disappear into a dozen black feathers. While he suspected that Loki was proficient in magic, he never assumed this strange man to be this good. As the feathers fluttered down to the ground, Yasha noticed tiny shards of ice laying amongst them. A look of mild intrigue reached Yasha's stoic expression but then it was completely replaced by shock once Loki reappeared above in the tree. ]

What in the world are you babbling about?

[ A growl emitted from him. ]

Seek amusement elsewhere or your life will be forfeit!

[lostliar]

Oh believe me, I tried. But this world is choosing to keep me here for a purpose. And what better purpose for the God of Mischief to serve on a world, especially one that pulls him in, than to deliver... entertainment.

[He looked down on the gnarring Yasha,jeering tauntingly. He will serve a fine muse for the many, many talents of Loki Laufeyson.]

Besides, I'm a god. You're a god. How do we even begin to forfeit a life destined for immortal abandon?

[windfang]

[ He only met this monster a few minutes ago and Yasha is already regretting it. Something about the other deity honestly rubs him the wrong way and it's evident in how angry Yasha has become. ]

You should use your time for more worthwhile pursuits!

[ Yasha nearly yelled as he tossed several streaks of lightning his way. Unlike Thor who had full control over thunder and lightning, Yasha was limited by the amount of mantra energy he possessed. While the core of his being is crafted out of the life-giving mantra, Yasha couldn't solely rely on this power alone without fear of depleting it. However in his obviously frustrated state, the Demigod wasn't exactly thinking too straight. ]

Begone! I'm not your jester.

[lostliar]

[As Yasha shot thunder, Loki did something that was not expected. For someone previously proclaiming to be running away from a man of lightning, he sure seemed eager to intercept the projectile.

Loki landed on the ground below, smoking from the electrifying assault but visibly unharmed.]

I've picked up a few tricks fighting my brother. You'd figure someone should learn fighting the God of Thunder for many a millenia.

[As Loki turned to face Yasha, one would see that the front part of his coat had been singed off and that there was a scar on his chest that showed where the lightning hit its mark - a scar that was slowly healing.]

I would like to thank you for the heady dose of magical energy. Now I would like to demonstrate a further extent of my repertoire.

[Loki's eyes turned a fiery red in the darkness, piercing the night itself, making it bleed. He stretched an arm towards Yasha's direction and spoke in two voices.]

You will learn that I can turn you into more than a jester. When I'm through with you, you will beg to be my wench!!

[And at that interjection, it was as if Loki had unleashed winter in a concentrated blast.]

[windfang]

[ A look of pure shock settled in those brown-gold eyes. Yasha could've sworn that he injured the trickster earlier with that quick blast of lightning, but alas Loki emerges once more unharmed. ]

...Impossible.

[ He couldn't help but gawk at Loki in mild awe. ]

Impossible!

[ At his wits' end already, Yasha was just about to see if he could cover the ground between him and Loki to catch the god off guard, until the trickster began to work his magic once more. Yasha didn't know what to expect once those fiery eyes began glow brighter. He could tell by the sudden change in Loki's voice that the trickster was undoubtedly up to no good. Hoping to avoid whatever hell that Loki was about to unleash, the Demigod nearly vanished completely only to reappear above with several more lightning strikes aimed at the Trickster below. ]

You'll never make me kneel nevertheless beg!

[lostliar]

Your legends must have just born you fresh. For though you boast the strength of titans, you yip like nothing more than a kicked puppy.

[Loki calmly generated a field around him to shield from the barrage of electric discharge. Loki tutted a loud 'tch' in disapproval at all the wasted energy.]

I've thwarted that attack before. What makes you think it will work a second time?

[Loki raised his hand and shot a stream of icicles in the direction the onslaught was coming from.]

[windfang]

[ As expected, Loki managed to diffuse his attacks with just simple calculation and impressive sorcery. However, Loki couldn't have possibly guessed that Yasha was actually setting him up for a rather lethal strike. He wanted to test the extents of Loki's powers a bit, so he could get an idea of who he's fighting. Unlike his many spars in the past with Asura, this god is still an enigma to him. It would take time for Yasha to learn what makes Loki tick but he has an idea.

Not wasting any time dodging the incoming icicles, Yasha surged forth with a new found confidence. Unlike their previous bout, the God of Melancholy was literally relying on his speed from here on out to overwhelm Loki. The trickster had it in his mind that he was the fastest of the two, a gross misconception if nothing else. He slashed and punched at the sorcerer with a skill unseen by most mortals. Yasha kept his movements timed and orderly, doing his best to catch Loki off balanced for one of his more powerful strikes.

The entire time he was on the offense, a bright blue aura circled around his fists. It was the same magic as before except this time utilized in a different sense. If any of his punches or kicks hit him, Loki will be in a world of hurt. That extra zap of electricity certainly won't feel good with the strength of a Titan behind his punches. ]

[lostliar]

[Loki thought that he had the other god at his wit's end, for he had nothing else to show other than attacks that have already proven themselves ineffective. But it struck him weird that Yasha was now charging towards him, getting closer, probably looking for an opportunity to set up that powerful punch of his.

Though Loki had already thought of what he would do should Yasha connect a punch or a kick, he decided it wasn't time yet to resort to that tactic.]

Resorting to brawn when magic failed you? I am definitely dumbfounded by your strategy.

[Loki halts his assault of ice and splits himself into three copies of himself each standing in a corner of a triangle formation that encompassed Yasha.]

Let the games continue.

[All three Lokis raised their hands towards the other god. Though two of them were mere illusions, they all shot icicles relentlessly at him.]

[windfang]

[ Yasha had hoped that Loki would display new skill or two, but he gained a little bit more than what he bargained for when the trickster began to deploy copies of himself. Bending the will of the scattered ice, several copies of Loki appeared brandishing the same magic that Yasha was beginning to loathe. While the sorcerer's comment certainly struck an ill cord with him, Yasha remained silent.

If he kept a calm and leveled head, there's no way he could possibly lose to the trickster. In the past, whenever he allowed his emotions to get the better of him, Asura always won their duels. Asura was the God of Wrath, so it doesn't come as a surprise that Asura's wrath is his power. As for Yasha, that would be the complete opposite for him.

Once the three Loki's began their icy assault, Yasha took a step back and braced himself. He moved nimbly in between the falling icicles, almost moving as fast as light itself to avoid getting struck. It was an impressive maneuver, one more likened to a dance rather than actual combat. However, he couldn't keep up this amazing speed for long and eventually Yasha began to counter the ice with his forearms in an attempt to block them. ]

[lostliar]

[Though he knew the opponent was struggling, Loki also knew that Yasha was learning. He also felt that his mana dwindling and if he doesn't conclude this fight soon, he won't have enough energy to cushion whatever impact the other god is intent on delivering.

Now's the time to use that tactic.

He stopped shooting icicles and pretended to look tired. Though his two copies were still firing at Yasha, Loki doubled over and let his hands support his weight against his knees.

He was counting on Yasha to see this as an opening. It was a gamble, really. Loki had no idea that this little ploy of his will end things well for him.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins, making everything seem a lot slower yet faster at the same time. He locked his eyes on the other god's as he swiftly approaches.]

[windfang]

[ Moving as swiftly as the breeze itself, Yasha seemed to have learned much about his opponent's powers since this duel begun. No longer was he struggling to keep up with Loki and his dopplegangers, going as far as to parry the ice shards with his kicks instead of his fists. It would've been an impressive sight to behold for any spectator passing by. Yasha was on a roll and unfortunately the trickster noticed that.

A slight smirk almost settled on his lips once he saw that the real Loki fallen to fatigue. The other two, which he assumed were fake, continued pelting him with ice magic while the real one gasped for air. Deciding this would be a fine time to end this bout, Yasha suddenly vanished completely from view only to reappear an inch away from the real Loki with a punch hurled towards his face. ]

This ends now!