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]
[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.]
[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.]
[action]
[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.]
[action]
[She shakes her head at herself and reaches across to shake Loki's hand.]
Adele. A pleasure to meet you Loki.
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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...]
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[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.
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My thanks. It can be most aggravating sometimes, yes.
[He taps his chin for a moment and the look on his face becomes a bit more focused. Loki leans forward.]
Mean?
[Quick guess.]
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Go on.
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It is not something I intend to discuss. He is not awful, but he has...frightening moments. That is all I will say on the matter.
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It seems a common thing. People telling me he is mean and most evil but when I wish to know how his evil nature shows itself they...and I quote...'rather not discuss it'.