not_a_troll | 8. [action/written]

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[When Loki wakes up he feels very, very woozy and he has a hard time to focus his eyes on the sky above him. It takes a while before he realizes where he is and who he is for that matter.]

By Odin’s so...

[He stops mid-sentence because his voice does not entirely sound like his voice. Its heavier, more mature and...oh, it seems his hands have grown as well. Loki frowns and sits up and after the world has stopped spinning he starts to realize that he has grown. Or that he is stuck inside the body of his Evil Self. Or that he was his Evil Self but then not entirely evil.

So he sits there for at least five minutes and watches his feet intently. After that he moves his hands to his face and hair. And the frown on his face deepens when he notices his hair is thin and long and really not dashing at all. Now it definitely makes sense why his Evil Self hid his hair under that helmet. At least that is one mystery that got solved.

With a huff he gets on his feet and decides to head to the village to pay a visit to the shop. Perhaps a hip outfit could make everyone forget about the problem with his hair. Maybe a cool hat and a pair of jeans.]

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Attention, attention. Your days of fretting are over, Luceti for I have returned! That means the moment for a great feast has arrived. Et cetera, et cetera and so forth!

Please inform me about all the juicy gossip and similar talk, I am rather curious what has happened during my absence. I hope it is not all doom and gloom and stories of woe and sorrow. For instance, I truly hope Vegeta the Saiyan has found the fitting panties to his outfit. It has been on my mind for quite a while, you see?

Sock-a, I wish to sail on your boat.

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Where is Thor? His odd collection of plants is still here but he himself is nowhere to be found.

Ah.

He went home, right?

[OOC: I still have not made any relevant icons but just so that you know, Loki looks a bit this now. Minus the fluff on his back. He just arrived in standard white shirt and pants. He’s still the same little shit inside.

Yes, you can find him hanging around in the forest or the shop or anywhere between, just specify! c:]

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Perhaps. But I could make him look far more hip, more hip than he has ever looked. Helmets with large horns are not hip at all. Only Evil Loki's would find that hip.

It depends on how you look at it, you see?

Are you referring to lifting one's face?

Helmets with large horns sound like a hassle. You'd get stuck in doorways faster than a clam in an oyster shell.

Lifting one's face? How would you lift a person's face? It's attached to the back of their head.

Edited 2013-07-09 09:21 (UTC)

It might come in handy when roasting marshmellows. You can roast two at the time. One on each horn.

Apparently Midgardians cut their faces off in order to look more beautiful. I wonder why they do such things. It seems rather painful...

[akaskfjdsfkj what. Face cutting is considered beautiful?]

That sounds disgusting. Besides, people need faces. Without a face, how can you tell if a person's smiling? Even if you think your evil self is ugly, whatever you do, don't lift your face.

I believe they put it on again after a lift. So you would not lose your face.

[He is laughing while writing.]

Perhaps I can put a mask up.

It's still disgusting. [Other worlds have such weird customs.]

Masks sound good. Maybe you can make one that looks like your usual self.

Quite. Still the women of Midgard always dream to get one. They are afraid to turn old and wrinkly.

I should obtain the mask of Anonymous.

[He wonders if he could invite her over. The idea of staying alone inside his room makes him feel restless.]

Edited 2013-07-12 07:01 (UTC)

There's nothing wrong with being old and wrinkly. It shows you have life experience. It gives you character.

What kind of mask is the mask of Anonymous? [It sounds really mysterious. Almost like an ancient treasure.]

I rather not be. And I definitely rather not be in this form.

It is a mask to convey the statement that they are legion. And they do not forget.

[Gosh, Loki. By now, Patty's getting the impression he's complaining more about his appearance than most girls she knows. Still, if being older is associated with being evil, she supposes he has a valid excuse.]

Forget what?

Acts of evil. Acts Anonymous do not tolerate.

Oh. So are you a legion who doesn't forget too?

[Loki is snickering behind the journal and that is why it takes a bit longer to reply.]

Aye! I am a one-man legion. A cool one man legion.

[The second message comes a bit later as well.]

When I have returned to my young, dashing self we should engage in the act of hanging out, yes?

[Patty smiles brightly at that second message. She taps the back of her pencil on the desk surface for a bit before jotting down her response.]

I thought you'd never ask. When it comes to hanging out, I'm the best. You won't regret this.

I have a feeling I will not. :-D

Shall I message you as soon as I am available ~~and a bit more dashing?~~

Aye, that sounds good. Just let me know whenever you're ready. I'll be here.

:-DDDD

Make fish dishes!

I will! There'll be fish dishes and candy. And maybe pie. Do you like pie?

[She can't imagine him not liking pie, but it's always best to ask beforehand.]

Candy-pie.

[He is serious.]

[Huh. Now why didn't she think of that?]

And pie candy?

That as well. Candy-pie and pie-candy.

A pie filled with candy and candy with a similar taste as pie.

I am most excited by this concept.

Me too! I'll start experimenting in the kitchen right away.

[Don't think she won't. She will. This is the kind of thing she wants perfected when the actual hanging out happens.]

My excitement knows no bounds :-D

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