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]

Comments

[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...

[closedcircuit]

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.

[lostliar]

...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]

[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?

[closedcircuit]

[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?

[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.

[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]

[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...

[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...

[closedcircuit]

[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.

[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.]

/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?

[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?

[contemptibility]

[Tiir just smiles lightly, appearing as if he's pondering the merits of helping out a stranger.

—Which, well, he is, to an extent. He's not in the habit of helping out people who aren't of his own kind, but...

This is the kind of thing Minato would do, wouldn't it?]

I suppose it's not much trouble. If it's a wound you need taken care of, the coral would likely suffice...

[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?

[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]

[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...

[angelphones]

[Katsu nods, and gestures for him to follow.]

Let's get you out of here. I can explain things more. Do you mind telling me what kind of magic you use, and who's after you? And your name might be helpful.

[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]

[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.

[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...

[imaginarytides]

A man?

[She reaches out to help him, unaware her magic has not gone to it's intended purpose.]

You can tell me about it on the way to the plaza.