not_a_troll | 3. [action]/[written] [slightly forwarded to the night from the 5th to the 6th of november]

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3. [action]/[written] [slightly forwarded to the night from the 5th to the 6th of november]

[Action]
[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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I do.

[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.

Ah. I am here on Saori's invite.

[He sits behind the kitchen table on the same chair he had been sitting when Saori made that soup for him.]

Like what?

Ah. You are a friend of hers then, yes?

[That seemed to fit, even if she hadn't been informed. Adele lifts a shoulder and turns her attention back to the fridge and it's contents. Cooking is beyond her. Reheating? She should be able to manage something.]

Like...a sandwich? It is good weather for a hot sandwich and soup.

We are b.f.f.'s.

[Loki nods when she offers to make a hot sandwich (shouldn't those be cold? Or were there hot varieties on sandwiches?). Anything hot is nice right now. Even though he is not able to feel it.]

Aye.

My apologies for not being very talkative, I am rather tired.

...B.F.F.'s?

[That is not a term that translates well, or one she knows. Adele turns a bit to blink at him over her shoulder while she attempts to process that.]

What does that mean?

[Ah. Tired. Better to focus on the food, then. They've bread and some cheese, and she can heat up some of the sliced beef easily enough. That, heated, with a little mustard- not terribly fancy but it was within the realm of her abilities.]

[Wait...she is not familiar with the term 'bff'? This has to be a rather uncool Midgardian teenager then. But Loki has no problems with explaining this wonderful phrase.]

Best Friends Forever. It is when you are best friends in a forever kind of sense, you see?

Ah. That would explain why I am unfamiliar with the term.

[One doesn't have friends forever when one doesn't have many friends.]

Though I suppose if you've but the one friend that would make them your best friend, yes?

You do not have friends?

[Well, its a logical conclusion he could make from her words.]

I have one bff at home and one bff here in the land of Luceti. And semi-bffs and friendly people.

I have one that is not related to me, and I consider my younger brother a friend. Though by this point Remy is all but blood to me.

[She shrugs and measures out a bit of soup into two bowls, setting it to heat in the microwave as she starts working on their sandwiches.]

Here I have more, apparently, but then here I'm also supposed to be thirty.

That sounds much akin to the distinction of associate, friend, confidante.

That is the amazing thing about brothers. They can be one's brother and one's friend at the same time.

[He watches her make soup, or more, put it in some closet for heating. And then...oh but that makes absolutely no sense and Loki feels obligated to point this out to her.]

You have more and you supposed to be thirty? So for you having friends depends on your age? It absolutely fails to make sense to me.

They can indeed. Henri is my dearest friend, for all the tricks he plays on me.

[Ah, well. She didn't explain that very well now, did she?]

As that is two decades and some time in my future it is less because I am older that I have friends that I think I may become more socially capable? I tend to cause offense without intending to quite easily at the moment.

You like it when people play tricks on you? I can do excellent card tricks, and I'd prefer if it would involve your money, you see?

[Because that can be arranged. Loki likes playing tricks.]

I am not offended by anything so far, but if you feel like trying, just go ahead. Maybe I might give you a most deadly glare of doom and gloom.

It is what Loki does best, after all.

I can find the humor in them after the fact, though often it spurs me to respond in kind.

[The bread's toasted, the meat heating in the pan and she's keeping a careful eye on that. She doesn't want to burn anything.]

More often than not it is unintentional. I have no desire to offend you, but I might on accident. There is no need to glare, truly. I'd rather not give you cause to do so.

But to top my tricks you must be an expert trickster, maiden.

[Loki grins broadly and leans back in his chair.

And after her second reply he bursts with laughter. This maiden isn't getting his joke.]

It was all in jest!

Still...I could give you a glare of doom and gloom...

I've six older sisters and a younger brother. While I would not call myself an expert- I can certainly manage something creative.

[A beat, then she sighs and starts arranging their sandwiches.]

And this is why I do not spend much time around people if I can help it. But, if it would please you to glare, glare away.

That is not very convincing, I am afraid.

[Loki is still laughing until a cold shudder silences him.]

You fail to understand simple jokes? That must be a very, very difficult thing for you. You have my pity.

And I won't glare at the ones I pity, you see?

I understand jokes well enough, it is the reprisal that causes me trouble. My sense of humor tends to be a bit...cutting for casual company. They take offense. So it is simplest for me to say nothing.

[Soup, sandwiches, and tea. She serves Loki without further comment and settles into the chair across from him.]

I've earned the pity of a tiny version of a chaos god. Whatever shall I do.

[The moment dinner gets served Loki quickly moves to grab a few sandwiches and some soup. After that he sits back and looks at Adele.]

My pity comes in small doses and is extremely rare. Treasure it when I bestow it onto you, maiden.

And well, chaos, I prefer mischief.

[He nods and takes a couple of bites form his sandwich.]

But oh, do enlighten me about your cutting sense of humor. I can stand a joke or two, you see?

Yes, yes, I shall log it away somewhere none shall ever find it- along with my mother's approval and my dignity.

[She snorts.]

Mischief is a brand of chaos. A lighthearted brand, but still, it does fall under that particular category.

I'm to be on my best behavior around guests, especially if they are friends of Saori.

Perfect.

[He laughs as well.]

Chaos is such a heavy, charged word. Mischief refers to an ability to excel in pranks.

[At her last sentence he nods shortly.]

Then I shall be on my best behavior as well. That will be most fitting, yes?

I suppose we're evenly matched in that.

[She manages a polite smile that was not entirely without warmth. He's a young guest, but pleasant all the same.]

I think it would make the rest of my housemates very happy.

Perhaps!

[He takes a couple of bites from the sandwich before he starts to talk again.]

Before we continue this very pleasant conversation I would like to know your name. Of course I could call you 'maiden' but that would be a name lacking any form of creativity.

My name is Loki.

[He extends his arm and offers her his hand. A handshake is always a good thing to do when meeting new people.]

...I suppose expressing surprise that 'oh dear lord there are two of you and one of you is older' is quite old to you at this point, and as such I'll just skip it. Does that sound fair? I think it might.

[She shakes her head at herself and reaches across to shake Loki's hand.]

Adele. A pleasure to meet you Loki.

[That is absolutely all right, because really, really Loki is extremely tired of hearing such a thing. Therefore the maiden Adele just earned a large amount of kudos.]

Indeed. It is very old news and thus worthy of my thumb of very, very great disapproval, you see?

[He nods shortly and shakes her hand right back.]

Likewise, Adele.

You know my older self? He makes good tea, I know.

[The rest? Very doubtful...]

I cannot imagine how bothersome it must be for you. My sympathies.

[It would be endlessly infuriating to be informed of an older self. Even with this little hiccup it wasn't as bad as it could be.]

I have met him, yes. He is...[She rubs the side of her jaw, remembering the bruise.] I do not know if I've a word for it.