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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.]

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Because it feels better. It does not leave me with questions of an awkward kind.

It is how it is, and it has end how it ends.

Have I upset you?

Edited (english mari english) 2012-11-11 10:38 (UTC)

[There are so many ways to answer that. Did he expect an answer like "I was decapitated" to be okay? Did he think he'd laugh?

Is that supposed to be a good thing?

In the end, though...]

Yeah.

It wasn't my intention to do so. I hope my temporarily demise hasn't upset you.

I have returned, and we shall be friends again, yes?

[Loki is not good at things like this.]

[He's probably being too hard about this, but at the same time, he doesn't handle death particularly well, nor does he like it pushed into his face, and more than anything he hates the idea of making light of it. Better not to push it, though.]

We never stopped being friends.

It's okay. I'll see you when you get home.

Of course, these are but written words. But they can say a lot.

I do not have a feeling you are okay with this.

But we will talk about this. And it will be most uncomfortable.

Edited (thats better) 2012-11-12 11:22 (UTC)

[Oh yeah, that sounds like something to look forward to. But he can't really find a reason to argue without lying, either.]

I'll see you later, Loki.

[Loki isn't going to respond to that. He shuts his journal instead and busies himself with sipping tea and munching on a type of cake called a cup cake. Probably because it has the size of a cup.

Around noon he heads back to apartmentbuilding 5 to feast on all the grilled delicacies Ben has promised him, but also to have uncomfortable conversations with Billy.

Loki heads for Billy's room around three o clock...]

[And the door opens before Loki can even knock, and he's face to face with Billy himself, looking surprised and - upon recognizing the visitor - a little unsure. Both of those emotions are mixed with relief, though, so after a moment a worried smile crosses his lips.]

Ah... hey, Loki. Welcome back.

[What remarkable timing. Loki takes a step back when Billy appears at the door even before he could knock. For a moment there is a shocked expression on his face, afterwards he smiles as well.]

Hey Billy. Thank you. It is good to be back. I am sure the fifth floor has been extremely dull without my presence.

Unbelievably dull. I was two steps away from cosplaying you just to fill the void.

[He steps back to make room, gesturing to the apartment.]

Want to come in?

[Cosplaying... cosplaying? Put on a costume and play? Ah...oh, now Loki gets it.]

Well, if you wish to fit in my clothes, you are always most very welcome to borrow them. And do not worry, I frequently wash my clothes. And I do not smell either.

[He tells it as if it is a big secret. When Billy invites him in he nods.]

Sure. A hallway isn't a suitable place for uncomfortable conversations after all.

[Pfft. He's not tall, but he's not that short. Sorry, little!Loki.

His expression shifts to look a little uncomfortable at the last comment - fitting, considering what might be said - but he nods anyway, shutting the door after Loki enters.]

Sorry for acting so weird earlier...

[Loki still thinks about how utterly hilarious it would be if Billy and him would wear the same clothes. Because Loki's outfit practically screams superhero.

When Billy closes the door behind him Loki looks around in the apartment, hoping that it would warm him up a little. But warmth is still lost so he shivers instead.]

Do not worry, you were not okay.

[This is strange...]

My apologies if my demise upset you.

[Definitely strange. And the strangest apology he has ever had to make.]

It wasn't planned, you see?

Planned or not, the death of someone you know is always upsetting. For me, anyway. It doesn't even matter if it's temporary.

[He fidgets uncomfortably, glancing aside. This is hard, harder than he thought it would be.]

Just... knowing you died is bad enough. I don't need to hear about how, or... anything. I don't want to. It's not better. Not for me.

[Loki remembers when friendship still consisted out of the few kind words Leah could spare and the kinship they shared by knowing everything that had happened. And the fact she understood him, above everything.

But here people were genuinely affected by his demise, at least, it looks like that. He wants to tell them he is really back and they should not worry.]

But I am back.

[He tries.]

And I am really fine.

[He watches Billy closely, noticing how uncomfortable he looks. Loki huffs softly. Because honestly, these are things he never had to deal with.]

Do not be sad, yes?

[There's a pause, and then Billy finally cracks a smile. It's okay. It's okay because he's alive and well and able to tell him not to be sad.

It's okay.]

I'm not sad, dummy. I'm happy that you're alive.

[Loki smiles back, rubbing his arms a couple of times to get rid of the chills.]

I am not a dummy. But you are forgiven for calling me that. This is a moment of forgiving and focusing on the magic of friendship instead.

[But still, his voice sounds more tired than chipper and it might not be that convincing as it might sound inside his head.]

[Both the weariness and the cold is hard to miss, so Billy shrugs off Loki's apparent inability to take a joking insult and frowns at him.]

You sound completely wasted. I think the magic of friendship can wait until you've had a chance to rest, okay?

Ah. That is the problem. I am quite unable to sleep due to these chills.

[He moves to lean against the closed door. Apparently Billy is not getting his little joke.]

So I might just stay awake. I have done this before, you see?

[And then there was this...]

You have been infected as well, right?

[Ah... no wonder he keeps rubbing at his arms. Billy frowns, gesturing to lead him further inside, where the fire is burning. He frowns at the subject, but it's better than talking about death, so he'll deal.]

I was, yeah. Teddy, too. We managed to get cured before it was too late, though.

I appreciate the gesture, but that fire is not helping. I am not able to feel warmth. It is either extremely freezing cold or cold but not so really, really bad.

[Yet, he inches closer to the fire, holding a feint hope that it would make him feel at least a little bit warmer.]

Did they manage to find a cure? How awfully late, right?

Seriously late. It was on the last day, and if we hadn't been cured, we'd have all been bombed, apparently.

[He pauses, glancing over worriedly, then reaches out to touch a hand against Loki's, briefly.]

Is that... maybe what they took from you?

Bombed?

[Loki raises his eyebrows, looking a bit shocked. How awful.]

I see. They call upon us to engage in a battle that is out of their control, yet when they find out we are unable to control it either they bomb us just to be safe? With dreaded weapons of mass destruction?

My hands still feels warm.

[He grabs a hold of Billy's hand to prove his point if the other has not been able to notice it earlier.]

See? It feels warm, yes?

[After that he thinks for a moment, remembering Saori's words.]

I believe they did. It is a punishment, you see? For dying.

[Loki notices that it angers him.]

[So he's physically warm, but can't feel it? That has got to suck. Billy's always had crap body temperature but at least the fire or a good cuddle can cure the cold. He hunkers down again, looking unhappy in general with the sudden turn towards awful that Luceti's taken for him recently. And to think it used to be fun and exciting, meeting heroes and fictional people...]

This whole thing... it really sucks. We don't even have a choice of whether to go or not, and they decide to punish us for not meeting unreasonable goals? It makes no sense.

[It does suck. It sucks a great amount of things that could suck and it angers him, actually. And really, Loki is not a very angry person to begin with.]

I am not one for negative thoughts towards others since they are so very tiresome and unnecesary. But this upsets me. The aftermath of all of this is...rather overwhelming and extremely painful.

Not to me...I am fine...

[No he is not, but that is not the point of his speech.]

...but others aren't.

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