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...]
[Written] (the next morning)
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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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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I am not lost, I am trying to find my way back home.
[He straightens his back a bit.]
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I am sorry, but I see little difference between the two conditions. Yet I shall gladly escort you to your home, noble lad.
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Oh noble sir, I am perfectly fine. I do not require a chaperone as I am most able to get to my humble abode alone.
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You mean blood sucking pale men with sharp teeth that have an uncanny ability to change into a small black bat? Even though I am very sure that one is lurking behind every tree I do find it an invalid reason to agree with you about traveling together.
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[Loki blinks a couple of times and rubs his eyes, a feint smile around his lips. This person did not mean any harm, only a very peculiar hairdo.]
You are quite persistent.
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I would not be so good a ninja if I gave up so easily.
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[This is a very serious matter and a pleasant distraction from the cold and the vague memories.]
...You are a ninja?
[Loki's knows ninja's. Ninja's were at war with pirates. And they definitely did not look like this guy here.]
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Of course. [A polite nod.] I am a proud ninja of Konoha Village! Could you not tell from my exceptional stealth?
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Ninja's wear black and cover their faces. They also possess ninja stars and they are at war with pirates.
Stealth does not mean one can be a ninja.
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You as misinformed in some more aspects, I believe. Those who commit acts of piracy are among our enemies, yes, but there is no full-fledged war.
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Even though the words 'shuriken' and 'kunai' sound extremely ninja-esque. You baffle me, denizen of Konoha village.
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Touche, stranger, touche.
I have no other choice than to admit my defeat.
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Oh... I did not wish to defeat you. I apologize profusely. Are you hurt?
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Oh yes, I am very, very hurt. As if you have shot me with an arrow right through the heart, stranger.
[He covers the spot where his heart should be with both hands.]
But please, do not apologize, your victory has been won most easily.
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It was still only my intention to aid you and not defeat you in any contest. I will gladly act as your escort!
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Ah, but you cannot see my gaping wound. It is on the inside, yes?
[He leans forward as well, lowering his voice to a whisper.]
Like a broken heart.
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A wicked grin appears around his lips...]
Everything? Absolutely everything?
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