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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[kagayakashi]

[ Usually at this time of night, Gracia would be safe and sound at home, taking care of the pets in the yard, or helping out with dinner. In the rare times that she felt like taking her sweet time home, Gracia would encounter the soft blue glow of Vatheon's ocean lights. It was a sight to behold—excluding curse nights, of course. But there was some semblance of peace at the moment, and she felt like taking the long way home from her daily trips to and from the bubble. The forest was particularly vibrant that morning, Feng Huang greatly enjoying the ride.

She walks with a smile, reaching the familiar beacon that was the street lamp, laying by the corner of the quadrant. But there was something else planned for her, besides the early night stroll. The crashing sound was too loud and too dangerous for anyone to ignore. Gracia turns sharply towards the direction of the explosion—or was it a crash?—and without much hesitation, runs towards its general direction. Her feet carry her quickly to the site of what seems to be something only the coral could come up with. Was it a curse? She takes in the crater and looks around, squnts at the dark ceiling of the bubble for some answers. And then, a man walks out of the wreckage.

That changes everything. It was an accident? Regardless; Gracia runs to him, and gasps loudly at the sight of his stab wound. ]

Oh no, what happened? [ Slight panic creeps into her tone as she comes even closer to the bleeding man. Concern was all over her expression. ] Who did this to you? What happened here?

[ She has yet to realize the man was wet—which could only mean one thing—and that instead of asking questions, Gracia needed to call for help. ]

[lostliar]

[A local. A little girl. Alone. Most people like her would have just run away and come back when they felt secure with the pretentious safety of numbers. But here she is, not even bothering to question the alien the bleeds before her. She seems legitimately concerned. She's one of those people, he thought to himself. He tried to choke back a smile and collapsed to a crawl.]

Help me. A man... A man is after me! A dangerous man.... ugh...

[closedcircuit]

[The forest is Ky's territory as member of the Defense Force, and the crash into it had him headed toward the area he thought it came from almost immediately. He approached with some caution, although not perhaps as much as he should have, but his hand was on his sword. At the screaming he dropped it away, running towards the sound. He emerged into the clearing, his eyes drawn to the man there and not the other aspects of destruction yet. Clearly the knife sticking out of him is the first priority.]

The coral can heal you some, but we should start with basic first aid before moving you there.

Who stabbed you, are they still around?

[lostliar]

[As the man carefully extracted the knife, Loki could smell it. There is mana in him. So there is a system here. He will have to adjust his body to adapt to the world.]

I... I don't need to touch anything! [or anyone... not just yet] I must-



I.. must get away... from that man... that man with the hammer. He is dangerous...

[It's been so long since Loki acted this way. He enjoyed the thrill of it. The ruse of acting helpless, defenseless - how the idea tickled him so. If only this mortal knew that the bleeding man he was nursing was a god capable of splitting his skull with his bare hands... Oh how he relished on that thought]

You must... take me away... now. Before that man follows us...

[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...

[contemptibility]

[As someone who spends a fair amount of time in the forest, Tiir naturally notices the crash and starts heading towards it, his curiosity piqued.

A normal enough reaction—but what's likely less normal is that his calm mood barely changes at the scream. Rather, he blinks once he sees the man, surprised, before tilting his head.]

Oh? This isn't what I was expecting.

[lostliar]

[Surely this boy has heard the crash and his earlier screams, yet here he is completely nonchalant in the middle of the woods in the dead of night. This seems suspicious. And this coming from the man who just stabbed himself moments ago.]

... Hello there... Mind lending this wounded man a hand?...

[Loki abandoned the frantic mask for a more composed pretense of a victim. He felt that he had to be wary with this one.]

[angelphones]

[King of glorious purpose, meet king of derp. Katsu had been patrolling during the night again, due to too many thoughts in his head, but when he hears the crash he speeds towards it, using Devil Speed to boost it. He's not bothering hiding his energy, and so it's both dark and light energy that's quickly moving towards Loki.]

[He heads into the clearing and blinks in surprise. He lifts his hand and casts a healing spell on him.]

Calm down. What happened? What's the matter?

[lostliar]

[The healing spell was delicious. His physiology already made sure that he would have a quick mending so he merely thanked the stranger and commented on how effective the healing spell was when all Loki was doing was absorb the used mana.]

A man... A mad man... He was after me... I think I'm safe... safe for now. You must help me though... Travelling to this world... I think it broke my magic...

[aim_exorable]

[It isn't unusual for Darkleer to wander through the forest for quite a few reasons. For one thing, Summoner lives in the forest. There's really no other choice for it, considering the other's... size issues, but it's honestly quite nice. Darkleer remembers when he was younger and held less responsibility how he would often wander off into the nearest forest or plain or any kind of wilderness just to find some peace and quiet. Now with his acceptance of his exile and his time in Vatheon, he's found the time to do such things once again and the need for it.]

[Of course, he supposes not every night can be so peaceful.]

[The catastrophe of noise has Darkleer pull his bow from his strife deck and notch an arrow as he begins to make his way towards the sound. Dural takes off into the air- a large white bird that seems to be a mixture between a cockatoo and an eagle. His other set of eyes, although not exactly literal; she's simply a good scout.]

[Swooping through the trees, she circles around the newcomer, cocking her head to the side sharply as she inspects him before she lands on one of the fallen trees and calls out. It's only then does Darkleer seem to slip out from the shifting shadows as if he was always there and simply a part of the darkness. His weapon is still in his hand, and his eyes are hidden by his complicated set of shades. Dark, light armor covers his muscular and tall frame.]

How severely are you wounded?

[lostliar]

[Loki had noticed a presence lurking nearby. Swift. Silent. Lethal. Was it cloaked? Or was his current impairment to magic hindering him from pinpointing the stalker's current location. The inhabitants of this world are proving their worth]

Wounded enough to seek refuge in another dimension.

[He must be careful with this one. Especially now since his magic is on the fritz]

[imaginarytides]

[The past few uneventful weeks had been a good opportunity for Xion to explore the bubble. So far she'd avoided the outer quadrants in favor of the city. On her way home she does not fail to notice the commotion caused by Loki's arrival. Anything that big is sure to catch the attention of several people, so Xion doesn't hesitate to head out and offer help. It's about time she made herself useful, anyway.

When she finally makes it there, she expects the smoking crater- it's what led her there after all. What she is surprised to find is a lone man with a stab wound.

Once she gets close enough she makes sure to cast a quick cure spell. It should help until they make it to the Coral, at least.]

Are you alright? What happened?

[lostliar]

[Pure innocence. Such sweet selflessness. She must be a hero, and she appears so young. His wound was self-repairing so all he did was absorb the magic she used on him. Her naivete made pilfering her mana all the more relishing.]

I am wounded from battle [cough] We must flee to safety. A man might come here... He is dangerous.

[sonlight]

[If there was one thing Chibi hated more than surprise loud crashes (pretty rough when you've got dog-level hearing!), it's the smell of living wood aflame. Worse yet is when a heavy bout of smoke is rising from the source! Who wouldn't think the forest was on fire?

You can imagine his confusion when he arrives to find there is no fire, only the charred remains of such leading to a smouldering crater in the distance. He dwells on this confusion only a moment however, mostly grateful it's not as bad as he thought! He follows the path of split trees as he gets to work, first painting up a gust of wind to rid the air of the smoke that lingered. Next is the trees themselves, with a Restoration technique to bring them back to their whole selves, then Bloom to make the leaves sprout!

He arrives on the scene of the crater butt first, Blooming up some grass and flowers on the ground and paying no attention to what's behind him.]

[lostliar]

Interesting. What manner of creature are you?

[It looked like a frail little thing, something soft-hearted Midgardians might enjoy smothering in their touch. But he knew it was no common beast of the wild. There was power under all that fluff.

He put on a smile, made clicking sounds to get its attention, not once ever letting go of the knife wound he inflicted on himself in case this creature is capable of sympathy]

Hello, little thing...

[hecklinghare]

[Okay....Bugs was going to have to find someone to complain to about all the dang noise that seemed to happen at odd hours in the forest. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times at the scenery.]

...I didn't tink dey filmed War pictures here.

[He winced at the yell, ears standing straight out to the side. He rubbed at one before turning back towards the way he was going originally. The rabbit spots Loki and juuuust blinks. Blood. Great. Why did human looking things have to bleed?]

Now calm down, mac before ya tear somethin' else loose.

You've got to be kidding me :))

[lostliar]

[There might be a reason why he's never been to this world before. A sentient man-sized rabbit? A chimera perhaps? Whatever it is, it was a creature Loki has never studied before. The scholar in him is intrigued, but he remains wary if it turns out to be dangerous]

... What manner of being are you, strange one?

[radiantwingedone]

[ What even, Vatheon. Loud noises in the middle of the night?

And it doesn't sound like Serph and Ceilo are planting using bombs again, so Duke sets out, his mana swirling in what might feel like a whirlpool with him at the center. He feels the destruction of the trees, the fall into the ground and...

Whoever you are, you feel like nothing Duke has encountered before. Not that his bothers him, even when he catches the scent of blood and cries for aid. ]

Magical healing is something you do not mind? [ Because there seem to be those who don't actually like healing. ]

[lostliar]

[Loki's head was practically swimming by the amount of magic this guy radiates. Here he was having a problem with his magic influx and here comes a stranger proudly emitting it all over the place. Mana that Loki can freely absorb. This is going to be delicious.]

Oh, I do not mind at all. Thank you very much.

[scaresplants]

[Nighttime is a demon's best friend. It hides things rather well.]

[But, even so, it can't hide this. Oh, Crowley saw and heard the crash very well while walking past, and it made him pause in mid-stride.]

[Well, well, well. What was this?]

[He makes his way over slowly, giving a cursory look at the damage surrounding the place from under his shades, frowning at the thought of plants having been destroyed that he would never get the chance to terrifygrow. But, ah, what's this? There's a person, and...]

[Wait, is he bleeding? Crowley raises an eyebrow, feeling that sort of itch at the back of his mind that is telling him that this guy, whoever he is, isn't exactly human.]

[He should tread carefully.]

Now, what in someone's name do we have here?

[Hey, Loki, say hi to the Serpent of Eden. He won't bite. Usually.]

[lostliar]

[The stranger was being cautious, Loki was aware of that. It was common sense to be wary when someone drops out of the sky in a ball of fire and appears with a knife jutting out of his stomach in the middle of the night. But Loki can't shake the feeling that this guy can see more.]

Just some guy with the occasional knife lodged in his abdomen... no big...

[Loki choked a laugh. Whatever what was bugging him, he'll react to it once he sees it.]

[rebull]

No see, I'm not really used to a guy stabbing himself, usually it's a two man job.

[A smile, the voice coming from above and getting closer. There's barely a rustle of leaves as a grey skinned man swoops down. On his back are two large orange wings, very much like an insect's, perhaps a mix between a dragonfly and a butterfly. The figure has yellow eyes with bright orange irises, and his horns are perhaps an arms length out and up from his head on either side near his temples. His new company wouldn't know that these horns are normally double that size, but hey, maybe it'll come up later. For now the smaller size orange candy corn horns are easier to deal with.]

[The grey skinned man smirks, running a hand up through his red dyed trihawked hair and lift a brow at this man crying for help, readying a hand to remove a weapon just in case.]

Did you do tat for attention then? Trying to get me to notice you, baby?

[lostliar]

I do it for kicks.

[Loki smiled knowingly. Touche. Having been found out, he removed the knife from his body and replaced it nonchalantly back to its hidden pack with its brother. The bleeding stopped within seconds and the puncture left only a receding scar that would soon be forgotten.]

I do love to make an entrance and lo and behold, I find I have an audience worthy of a performance.

[There was a certain high to this danger he felt. It's not often people see through his tricks but Loki sees clearly that he is not up against any normal sort of people. He felt mana very slowly creep back through his veins, like blood after it has been cut off. He hoped the rest of his magic recovered soon as he might need it, but he's going to have to make due with what little he has.]

[messianic]

[Well.

When he hears panic and screaming and cries for help, Minato does the only thing he can do--he jumps to his feet and rushes forward, hand lingering by the gun-shaped Evoker that remains hidden beneath his coat.

And when he finds Loki, he steps forward rapidly, reaching out with a careful, calming hand, expression reassuring.]

...Are you alright?

[He sees that stabwound....it makes him want to fix it.]

[lostliar]

[The brave ones keep on getting younger. Loki studied the stranger and nothing about this spindly young man seemed threatening, save for the gun he held in his hand. A gun will do little against a god, but he decides to play mortal anyway.]

Please... don't shoot.

[Loki acted like the hand the boy reached out was meant to hurt him and he squirmed at the touch of it. Loki stayed still for a moment because what he felt. There is undeniably some form of power within this boy - mana... and something else...]

[He kept his head low, but he had a grin on that would shame the Cheshire Cat.]

Please don't hurt me at all.

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

*As Loki comes into view, this particular approaching girl - she must be in her later teens, and frankly underdeveloped for that in many ways - tenses visibly, stepping back and tensing both arms. If Loki has an eye for magic, she definitely seems prepared to use it.

Her glance, so far, seems to be to locate anyone who might be chasing Loki. Further, she does not speak.*

[lostliar]

[Loki stops his wounded ambling as he catches sight of this girl. She seems wary of his presence, like a woodland creature hearing the first gunshot of the season. Though he is not sure if she means to attack or flee, she stays there, tense and unyielding.]

Don't be alarmed... I come in peace... and maybe also in need of medical attention.

[handshakegreeting]

[Well... this certainly was a surprise to say the least.

As one who knows well how to camouflage their appearance, to enshroud the truth in a mist of lies, they step forward toward the crash site after using what little power they was permitted in this place to teleport themselves nearby. How very amusing, for another realm's version of a former adversary as well as the boy's Ultimate Fool Persona to make an appearance.

Of course, they aren't completely aware of that fact. That's what makes it all the more intriguing as to why someone who very well be akin to a god in the mortal world would make such an entrance.]

You've certainly gotten yourself into a situation, haven't you?

[They smirk in their mind, outward appearance of a man seemingly worried.] What's wrong?

['Feeling suicidal, child-god?']

[lostliar]

[The air was definitely colder as the strange man neared. He looked to be nothing more than a lowly Midgardian. But, it was his scent that gave it away. After all, in the many cycles of Ragnarok, Loki had fathered the goddess of the underworld herself. And this "man" shared that same stench of death and treachery. If Loki didn't know any better, he could've sworn that this was Hela herself.]

[But no matter, he of all people should know what it's like to be under a facade. The thrill of wearing a mask is in the danger of revealing, of having found out the seams of a disguise. But there was purpose in it. There always is. The only question is what.]

[If this "man" is indeed as powerful or dangerous as Loki suspects, then this is a grand game they were playing. He even suspects that the stranger knows that he is a god as well.]

[Loki decides to play this "man"'s game. Let him wear his mask and I will wear mine, he thought.]

Someone bodes rudeness on me. For I have been one place one moment yet I find myself in a different place another. To make matters worse, it appears my gut has stumbled upon a knife on my arrival.

[ooc: I am legit scared]