Loki Laufeyson (
not_a_troll) wrote2012-11-05 08:58 pm
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3. [action]/[written] [slightly forwarded to the night from the 5th to the 6th of november]
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[When Loki wakes up the sun is already setting. And he has to admit he feels rather horrible. His feet are cold and his neck feels stiff and sore. He is also not wearing his own clothes, but a black pair of pants and a t shirt to match. They dressed him up in rather boring civvies.
The journal is lying next to him and he grabs it but doesn't open it at all.
First thing he does after getting up is climbing a small tree, trying to sort his thoughts before anyone would spot him, because for some reason they fail to make sense.
Well, knows what he has been doing the past couple of days. There was a draft, undead creatures and he set up traps, met one girl with blue hair and another girl with knives. He got wounded. And that is where everything becomes very blurry.
He might have visited a hospital? Something with books about chess? And there was this vague image of Saori somewhere...and his older self. And blood.
He waits until darkness has settled in completely and the other people in the village are going to their beds. Honestly, Loki is not the most happy 12 year old at this point, and all he wants is to get to his room without being seen. Without having to answer questions or have awkward conversations that would only be a great contribution to that headache that is slowly developing...]
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Billy! Or anyone who lives on the fifth floor of the fifth apartmentbuilding!
It is of great importance that the system of heating is turned on inside my room.
If one has done so allow me to express my joy with a smiley face :-)
[OOC: Loki got killed during the zombie!event on the 28th, his death penalty is a creepy inability to feel warmth.
He'll stay the night at Saori's place, but feel free to catch him snooping around in backyards.]
[When Loki wakes up the sun is already setting. And he has to admit he feels rather horrible. His feet are cold and his neck feels stiff and sore. He is also not wearing his own clothes, but a black pair of pants and a t shirt to match. They dressed him up in rather boring civvies.
The journal is lying next to him and he grabs it but doesn't open it at all.
First thing he does after getting up is climbing a small tree, trying to sort his thoughts before anyone would spot him, because for some reason they fail to make sense.
Well, knows what he has been doing the past couple of days. There was a draft, undead creatures and he set up traps, met one girl with blue hair and another girl with knives. He got wounded. And that is where everything becomes very blurry.
He might have visited a hospital? Something with books about chess? And there was this vague image of Saori somewhere...and his older self. And blood.
He waits until darkness has settled in completely and the other people in the village are going to their beds. Honestly, Loki is not the most happy 12 year old at this point, and all he wants is to get to his room without being seen. Without having to answer questions or have awkward conversations that would only be a great contribution to that headache that is slowly developing...]
[Written] (the next morning)
It is of great importance that the system of heating is turned on inside my room.
If one has done so allow me to express my joy with a smiley face :-)
[OOC: Loki got killed during the zombie!event on the 28th, his death penalty is a creepy inability to feel warmth.
He'll stay the night at Saori's place, but feel free to catch him snooping around in backyards.]
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Towards twilight, one of the hounds came rushing back and Saori followed at a brisk pace. The animal ran around a tree excitedly, looking up. And when Saori's gaze followed his...her heart jumped and she called up the wind beneath her feet, rising to eye level.]
Good evening, little one. Welcome back.
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...The sound of a voice next to him made him stop in his tracks.]
Good evening indeed. It is quite dark...
[He tries to let his voice sound chipper but he fails miserably. Strange, most of the times he always has been quite good at this. It must be the fatigue, and that his feet were so cold that they resembled little chunks of ice.]
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[Saori drifted in front of him, wearing a gentle, reassuring smile with arms open in greeting. Her eyes, however, are quite tired and strained.]
I promise, you've got nothing to fear from me.
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This smiley expresses the fact I am most happy with this!
Burgers with my name written onto them? That will be an interesting sight, Ben.
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Yeah, in mustard. Hope you don't mind.
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WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
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He frowns and covers his ears.]
So very loud in such an obnoxious way...
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Oh, I am sorry. You are just a child. I hope I did not startle you! Are you lost, young one?
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W-WHOAH!
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Oh, hey! Geez, I didn't see ya there.
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Fire's on, you're good to go.
I'm glad you're back.
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I'll check if it's been done when I get back from training.
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What also pleases me is to see you are alive and well, Clint Barton.
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I'm well enough. Thanks.
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Loki? I-I didn't know that you were stopping by.
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It isn't making much of a difference.
When Loki heads for the bathroom he runs into Helios. Of course...Saori isn't the only one living in this house.]
Well, that is the thing...
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...it is not a planned visit.
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He does give a warm understanding smile though. Things happened and he can't really say he minds. ] I see. W-Well if you need anything I'll be up for awhile yet. You can make yourself at home. I'm sure Saori and everyone else probably told you as much already.
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She almost doesn't notice the young man already in the kitchen until she has to walk by him with a muted 'pardon me' to get the coffee maker up and running.]
...you do not live here, do you?
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No, I do not. I take it you do live here, yes?
[His voice sounds dreadfully tired.]
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[He wouldn't be here if he wasn't invited. At least she certainly hopes that to be the case. After a moment trying to sort out what the protocol for this sort of encounter she might be the lessons in playing the proper hostess click into place and she motions to the kitchen table.]
Have a seat. I'll...find something for you.
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