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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]
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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To be honest, I have enough going on back home and I try not to bring that business here with me too much.
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My talents lie in the fulfillment of fantasies. If allowed, I am able to enter one's mind and see what one is currently thinking. I can then grant them a "dream" wherein their desires are satisfied, if only temporary. It is, as one would put it, a temporary taste of their heaven. It is a humble power and I would very much gladly offer it up as a service in this world.
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[Summoner smirks, putting a hand to his hip and rustles his wings, walking the other's body language and face. He's still very not sure about this character.]
Seems like something a lot of people would enjoy, but uh, a good majority of people here are pretty damn happy. [A shrug. Yeah, a lot of people, not him, but, this place has it's merits? He's not really one for peace though, at least peace here. Summoner's one goal is all he lives for and without being home to fufill it he just-]
I think you're better of uh, getting used to your time here, but if you want to offer up this 'service' just send out a message on the network. [A grin.] I'm usually interested in uh, other 'services'.
lol fail scheme. saving face right now.
Well...
[Loki smiles a sinister grin]
If I can't give this world dreams...
[Loki's skin suddenly turns blue and his eyes a deathly red. The air about them certainly dropped to near sub-zero temperatures, as if that one change in appearance brought about winter itself...]
... I would have to settle to giving it nightmares instead.
He would think so, but-
Nice try, too bad my race is riddled with nightmares already. As for the rest of the people stuck here? [His grin widens, cocking his head up and to the side.]
I'll give you a few days before everyone figures out what's going on and kills you if you make too much trouble. Don't worry though, you'll be back in five days, hopefully with a lesson learned!
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[Loki summons his scepter and slams the bottom tip into the ground. He refuses to accept defeat as he clearly didn't know how this world worked. A flash of light emerges from the point of impact. Loki disappears and only the echos of his voice remains.]
You will regret belittling a god!
(ooc: shaaaame! /hides in corner)
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Oh, by the way! [Grins, putting a hand at the side of his mouth, cupping around his lips as he yells into the woods.]
You never asked! So uh, my name's Lysunder! [Smirk.]
[Wow loki, ruuuude.]
[OOC: Aww, Loki, that was adorable.]
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It spelled "Loki".
Loki materialized as far as his teleportation could carry him. He stood on the branch of a tall tree and looked at the general direction from which he came.]
Soon.
[His eyes narrowed at the memory of that horned man. Lysunder he called himself. He tutted loudly in disapproval and turned away, out to search for shelter for the night.]
Soon.
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