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Enter Mischief

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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[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...

I haven't seen a man with a hammer.

[It's meant as reassurance, not dismissal. Ky doesn't know all the people here -- that's Zelda's job -- and he knows full well that some of the residents are dangerous. And the wound looks very recent.]

But we should head into the city.

Even if you're not comfortable touching the coral, there are more people there that can help, as well as safehouses if you need them and other materials.

...Very well...

[Loki feigned a struggle to get up. He tried squeezing the wound because it already began to heal the moment the blonde man took the knife]

But you must warn everyone... I know this is a different world. I've... spent my lifetime jumping from one realm to the next with that man with the hammer in pursuit.

[gasp]

He will.. find his way here... and when he does... he will destroy everything... Warn the people to fight or to flee...

[cough]

[Ky bent down beside him, offering his arm to help the other man up. He took what he said at face value.]

Given the nature of the place here, we cannot flee. But I'm a member of the Defense Force, and I'll inform the commander of the threat.

We'll do our best to protect you.

Is there any description beyond that he has a hammer that we should know?

[Loki took the man's arm and as he gripped it for support, he relished at the touch of mana flowing from within him. Soon, he thought to himself.Soon.]

He is a golden man... with the power over the skies... dominantly over rain and thunder. He will be wearing... his proud armor of silver and cape as red as the blood he spills... and he will be looking... for me...

He answers by the name of... Thor...

[Ky's powers might be somewhat familiar to Loki, stemming from lightning as they did. Still, in Ky's case they came from within him rather than being called from the sky, and on a different level than Thor's.

Ky started heading toward Vatheon proper, supporting Loki as he did so.]

We'll keep an eye out, then. If he's not here yet then you may be able to make independent living arrangements that would help him not to find you should he arrive, or there are three or four safehouses, that I mentioned before. Some people have offered up their apartments for this kind of situation.

[Loki had at least accomplished two things talking to this man (even though they weren't planned). He has set himself a warning system if ever Thor arrives. They may soon find out that Loki was just lying but it will buy Loki enough time to prepare if ever Thor did follow him here. Second was that he was familiarizing himself with the place. From what he can smell, there is an abundant supply of mana all around. He only needs time to be able to use his magic freely. When that time comes... >:)]

I owe you my thanks, kind stranger... but I wouldn't want to endanger your people by situating myself in public residence. I will trouble you for information about this world... but after that, I must be in hiding...

Of course, if you feel that necessary. But it isn't as though there are many places to go that aren't public. This place isn't that large.

To start with I suppose that I should explain that we are underwater. The coral I mentioned before maintains the barriers that keep the water from coming in. New people usually arrive over the period of one week per month. If this Thor has not arrived by the end of it then you should be safe for a while.

[Ky is focusing his full attention and as much earnestness as he can muster at Loki. This is an innocent that he has promised to protect, and he's going to do his best to do so.]

That relieves me. But, trust me, as long as THor isn't here yet, I will be able to find a place of solitude.

[Loki gauges him meaningfully. The man was watching over him, almost protectively. He could use a soldier of his caliber for his his future schemes, but that's for another day. Right now, all he needed was information.]

I admire your devotion to your duty, soldier. I must commend you for your dedication.

Is there anything else I should know?

[Ky smiles, softly.]

It's been a while since I was a soldier. But duty never changes.

You should know that if you show your mark, you can get things for free at the convenience store. The natives...seem friendly, although they aren't necessarily. Beyond that, I think many of the basics have been covered. There's a welcome center that I'm sure knows the specifics that are necessary better than I do, or you can ask on the communicator you were likely given.

[Mark? Communicator? What was he talking about? Loki thought that surely this man knows he's the first person he's ever encountered in this world.]

I beg your pardon, but... show them my what?

This place put a mark on your skin, somewhere. It's what marks you as being different from the natives.

[Loki closed his eyes and chanted a spell in his mind. In the darkness, he saw a blue symbol glowing brightly on his chest. When he opened his eyes, he was visibly angry. This was troubling him way more than that knife in his side.

Though he is sure that the mark on his skin had no more function other than what the soldier had just said, Loki felt violated. He had been marked. Like some common farm animal. He will not be defiled like this.]

If I may trouble you some more, kind sir, will you lead me to this great coral? I'm sure a visit is due.

[Ky nodded. He'd be happy to assist, and perhaps help him get settled a little, as much as he was willing to accept Ky's help.]

Right this way. And you can just call me Ky.

Oh! Forgive my rudeness. Where are my manners? You may address me as Loki.

[Ky. He found it odd. But Loki thought it was also efficient. Perfect for a man of duty. Surely he will have his use to him soon.]

It's fine. You've been injured, I think social etiquette allows for rather a lot in that sort of situation. It's nice to meet you, Loki, even if I wish that it could be under better circumstances.

We're nearly at the coral now.

[As they walk, Loki shifts from his vexation to study this new world. How quaint. Nothing was unlike everything else he's seen in the Nine Realms. If anything, he would've thought that this was merely Midgard under some form of enchantment. The only clue that led him to the fact that they were in a different world was that currently his magic circuitry is on the fritz and that never happens in familiar worlds.]

[As they approached the coral, Loki looked at it contemptuously. This was their deity. This is what brought him and possibly countless others here. This is what has marked him.]

Is there some method or etiquette to observe when approaching the coral?

[The coral certainly wasn't Ky's deity, nothing he was at all willing to acknowledge as having that sort of role. Ky was Catholic, and strongly so, and the fact that the natives worshipped the coral did nothing other than make him feel uneasy.]

Not universally accepted. I don't know what other people do, but I don't do anything special.

I see your loyalty lies elsewhere. Admirable of you not to conform yet be in their service anyway.

[Loki approaches the coral, intent in his eyes. He touches it and the mark on his chest glows bright. He feels his energy replenishing but at the same time, he felt himself being bound to this world, like he just signed a contract with his blood.

He went closer so that he could whisper to it,

"I don't know why you brought me here, but I do not like my body being touched, much less marked, by unknown forces. But I will play your game. I will make sure that you get what is due the moment I was invited here on this realm."

Loki backed away from the coral and turned to Ky, smiling.]

Perhaps accommodation for tonight would be all I ask now, Ky. If it's no trouble at all.

I don't really have a choice.

[People like Loki will need protecting no matter what, and Ky's duty lies with them, not this place. If he's serving its purposes, then so be it, because he won't turn his back on people he should help.

And he won't conform, Zelda might consider his God a jealous God, but he's still Ky's God, and Ky won't stoop to abandon him in favor of this idol.]

Of course. You're welcome to stay with me, which is a designated safehouse, or I can help you find an apartment of your own, or get a room at the hotel.

[He wasn't entirely certain which Loki means.]

Well, I wouldn't want to trouble you with making arrangements elsewhere. Your safehouse would be fine. I only need to stay the night.

Of course.

Although you're welcome to stay as long as you need.

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