Loki Laufeyson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
not_a_troll) wrote2012-11-05 08:58 pm
not_a_troll) wrote2012-11-05 08:58 pm
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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W-WHOAH!
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Oh, hey! Geez, I didn't see ya there.
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Apparently I failed to see some things lying around as well.
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You okay, kid? You look a little... pale.
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My complexion does not reflect my health. I am absolutely fine.
[He produces a smile.]
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Hmm... I ain't one to pry, but if something's up, ya don't need to hide it.
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I would be most happy if you could do some of your tricks. It will be appreciated in a great way, you see?
I am very good at appreciating tricks.
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What do you wanna see? Juggling? Wanna try headbowling?
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I am sure you know how to make bowling with heads a very fun thing. So I'll go with that.
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[He reaches into the hammerspace of his pants pockets and pulls out a couple of bowling pins. Don't ask how he did that. Cartoon characters have their ways. With intent precision, he sets the pins down in their standard positions. Then he steps back and yanks his head off his torso.]
The trick is to grab it by the ears. Then pull back and throw it with a roll of the wrist. Like this, see? [He mimics the bowling manouver, but doesn't actually throw the head. Instead, he holds it out to Loki when he's finished.]
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And he is not surprised to see that the rabbit succeeds in that. For a moment he forgets about the cold and the throbbing headache and gets on his feet.]
Understood.
[Loki takes the head by the ears and narrows his eyes. He might be a god, but he has no nightvision. He takes a stance and throws Oswald's head a couple of seconds later, knocking over only half of the pins before it rolls into the tall grass.]
Now it is most appropriate to say 'One should work on one's aim'.
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Yeah, that's exactly right. It's also appropriate to say 'Practice makes perfect'! I'll put those pins back up in a jiffy, so come on, why don't y- [A loud clash rings out as his torso collides with the pins and knocks them all over.]
Aw nooo.
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Indeed, you are quite good at putting the right words to certain situations.
[He waits as Oswald leaves to straighten the pins and laughs again when he manages to knocks them over.]
Rabbit, you cannot see without your eyes! That is comical but utterly stupid.
[Slowly he gets up as well and helps to straighten the pins.]
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[Oswald's head is smirking proudly and while he's still keeping half an eye on his torso, his hands are still fumbling with the pins. Hand-eye coordination is a little difficult when your eyes are more than ten feet away from your hands. Help will be much appreciated.]
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It is better that your head joins with your torso or that I shall lend you a hand, Rabbit.
I shall choose the latter.
[So he moves to help Oswald with the pins. He shivers as he does so.]
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There we go. Ready for round two?
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[Loki's voice sounds chipper when he moves to take a hold of the rabbit's head. Of course it was very odd to engage in such activities in the middle of the night, but it definitely did its job.
He takes aim for a second time, narrowing his eyes a bit and this time he actually manages to hit quite a bunch of pins.]
In the game of bowling this is most definitely not a strike. But very close to it.
[He moves to crouch down next to the pins, putting them up again]
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Sounds to me like the third time'll be the charm!
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Aye! That is the correct phrase.
[Loki likes to apply fancy phrases to situations.]
But rabbit, what are you doing out so very late?
[He could ask the same about himself but well...he just came back from the dead, he had an excuse.]
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I was just lookin' up at the stars. Ya can see 'm pretty clearly out here.
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I see, yes. They're different from the ones that shine above Broxton. This really is an entirely different realm alltogether, yes?
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Maybe we should rename the stars so they befit the land of Luceti.
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See that cluster over there? We could name it Catherine, the Big Ol' Blue. 'Cause of the guy in charge of the Malnosso. And there could be an Oswald cluster too, somewhere. [He just needs to find a cluster that looks like a rabbit.] ... See anything worthy of the name Loki up there?
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