TEXT. UN: LOKI. FILTERED TO LOST ON AN ISLAND.

[selfimage]

[ the only thing worse than being stranded on a desert island in some random corner of the multiverse was being stranded on a desert island in some random corner of the multiverse without your divine powers. alas, for the last week of abandonment, Loki's been sour, quick to temper, and unshaven. several times his mind has wandered to the trials of his own brother and his binds to mortality through his former alternate human persona: Doctor Donald Blake. that had been a punishment and a lesson, here it just seems like he's hindered.

but today, he seems in somewhat higher spirits. ]

Fellow ALASTAIR members:

During my mid-morning walk in the depths of a rather sad and dreary jungle, I happened upon a certain something rather out of place. It was a hatch, made of metal, long unused. Not able to keep my curiosity from getting the best of me, I picked the padlock (I'm not answering any questions about this) and found an underground shelter that was once filled with provisions. As we're undergoing a rather awful streak of bad luck, it seems that there wasn't much of use. However!!! Pause for dramatics, please- there were some items still salvageable:

x1 ""something"" akin to a mortal lighter to set things aflame (kind of fun)
x3 containers of water (boring)
x1 a pocket tool of many tools (so-so)
x15 long, sharp objects that are known as swords, commonly used for stabbing

Our Dakal friends were prepared, in rather sharp condition, if you get my drift. :) All hands are welcome to remove them from their underground prison, and anything you can use to find to whet them- well, that's all the better!

Now, there's the question of the bunker and the jungle, but I suppose that's a story for another time.

[ while he can usually out-think his way out of anything, this seems to sate his current battle against his uselessness. ]

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[nichocolatine]

Not staying away from gods and the like, apparently

[ all y'all magical creatures... let him rest in peace ]

I can see where you're heading, buddy, and I gotta say
I tend to charge for a helluva lot more than some dinky lighter
S'it special? What's got it earning so many quotation marks huh

[selfimage]

Supply and demand.
It's not like I see many other like it here, on this remote, desert, abandoned, sad little island.

Prices fluctuate.

[nichocolatine]

Goddamn capitalism

[ fine, fine... ]

If ya want information, I can get it for ya [ except he's at a considerable disadvantage when the layout of the land keeps changing on him ]
If ya want something shot at, I can shoot it for ya [ except he's down to a little more than one magazine left on him ]

I can also sew [ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

[selfimage]

[ oh, perfect. the promise of fire attracts all kinds. ]

One favor, then.
I'll share it with you while we're on this island; you'll keep it when we leave.
That is, if the device is to your liking, which I'm certain it will be.

Deal?

[nichocolatine]

[ there is a pretty blatant moment of hesitation here, making the redhead grateful for his decision to answer in text. he takes care to keep his mind blank, to avoid revealing anything that his silence hasn't revealed already, but he's been in the business of give-and-take for a long time now, and if he's learned anything, it's that the value of transparency is immeasurable.

back in the underground, favors never meant anything good.

suppose it's a good thing he's used to getting his hands dirty. ]

Deal.
You gonna come back to semi-civilization or am I gonna hafta look for ya?

[selfimage]

[ he knows that pause. Loki's a trickster, a man good at juggling debt. it's still a gamble, but it's to their advantage, Loki more than this Nails fellow, but he figures that there's something that any good dealer knows: the house always gets the curve. ]

That depends on how quickly you want to call in your end of the bargain.

[nichocolatine]

[ he considers his place now — sitting back and lounging on what he supposes was once a couch, still a size or two too small for him. his legs uncross, and he sets his feet on the ground. ]

Well it ain't like I got anything else to do right now
Try not to use it all up before I get there, huh?

[selfimage]

Stuck on a remote island in the center of a manufactured storm and NOTHING to do. It's a shame, I know.
You don't have much to worry about, I'm no pyromaniac; even if I WAS, I don't think this thing is going anywhere soon.
Don't keep me waiting.


XOXOOXOX

[nichocolatine]

Don't make it weird

[ but! he'll mosey on along anyhow, because there really is nothing else to do around here... not like he's much help elsewhere as he is, anyway; might as well pick up a few things that'll benefit him. at this point, a benefit to anybody is progress, right?

it'll be about twenty minutes till he gets there, his presence announced with rustling of damp leaves and twigs. ]

[selfimage]

[ he absolutely means to make it weird.

brief directions are exchanged between obnoxious x's and o's, and Loki's right where he said he'd be (for once). lack of divine abilities has made everything all the more difficult, including transporting sharp metal objects out of dark, dreary hidden bunkers.

Loki's crouching at the edge of the bunker, toes up on the precipice, looking down into the square hole. ]

[nichocolatine]

[ he will soon be joined by the redhead, who doesn't hesitate to come right up along the edge with loki, though his balance is a little bit more precarious as he rocks back and forth. somehow, it's less of an act of dare-devil, and more an antsy gesture. ]

Damn, [ he says, punctuating a low whistle. ]

That's a lot of shit.

[selfimage]

[ even with his senses dulled, Loki refuses to look up (as if that would somehow prove that they weren't). instead he continues to stare downward at his questionable find. ]

Supplies. [ he says with some overly wistful mock enthusiasm. ] Everyone always gets excited about supplies.

At least it's useful—far from fun, unfortunately.

[nichocolatine]

[ badou gives out a gruff noise in response, one boot skirting along the edge of the bunker as if to test out the non-existent waters. ]

Dunno if I want anything to do with this place's brand of fun.

[ he rears back on his heels, finally turning towards the brunette. ]

So who's going in? You or me?

[selfimage]

We both have to at some point.

[ his voice is a little dry.


and a pause. ]

Get it, point? There are swords down there.

[ badum-tish ]

[nichocolatine]

[ rather suddenly, he is filled with regret. ]

After you, then.

[ maybe loki will break his fall for him... heh ]