DECEMBER 6TH | VIDEO | UN: LOKI

[selfimage]

[ While the jailbreak ends and everyone goes back to their lives as fugitives, three (four, including another one on another important mission) gods have put it upon themselves to have a kidnapping. There's the familiar face of Michel, placed unceremoniously upright on a stump, a paper bag over his head supporting a cheesy looking inked smiley. Loki, stepping back like she's adjusting a camera, waves a hand toward him in a long, lackadaisical motion. Let no one say that Loki didn't have a flair for dramatics. ]

We've got it in the bag, or so the mortals say. Ah—shall we do introductions?

Everyone! I present the leader of the Order of the Chimera himself, Mister Michel, straight from the slammer. With circumstances as they are, we thought it best that he didn't make a further mess of things. On the more unfortunate side, that makes all of us super double traitors, both to the crown and the Order ... [ jazz hands!!! ] To the least, the history books will name us resourceful ones. ... you know, if they don't erase of us entirely. It has to be something about the job description ...

[ She's not alone, both Thor and Ahad stand behind her, the darkly cloaked Thunderer with his arms folded and Ahad fingering a cigarillo. Loki straightens the lapels of her jacket and gives a long glance back at the two of them. ]

He's been kind of enough to answer a few of our questions, but it's been—ah, less than enlightening.

[ Which is when Thor move forward, arms loosening though his gaze remains hard on Michel. Or at least, his paper bag. ]

He speaks of his gods as if in conference with them. If they find the schism between peoples here unnatural then have them present a solution that is not blotting out the sun and throwing the realm under their care into chaos. [ A growl rumbles in the back of his throat as he paces to one side. ] He could not send a message, as he said, unless he were first a messenger. I would meet with these gods, if they live elsewhere than his excuses.

[ And likely demand they guide their people if things are so dire. Or introduce their faces to Mjolnir, at this rate, instead of letting one of a pair of brothers lapse into magic-fueled madness … not that Thor is personally touched by any of this, no. ]

[ Meanwhile, Ahad simply sighs, remaining in his position in the background. There's one further practical consideration, which he means to address. ]

If there are any useful questions from the rest of you, we can attempt to pose them.


NOTE | There's Thor, Ahad and Loki. If you want one specifically, please let us know. Also, feel free to have seen them at the jailbreak! They got in > got Michel > teleported out, but the three of them were there briefly. If you have any questions, please feel free to PM me!! xoxox!

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[underthings]

[ He doesn't really understand. Armor is difficult to enchant, but small things like blankets or parchment or burlap—as it were—are easy. What sort of mage is this woman? ]

Jam? As in a fruit spread one would put on bread?

[ Maker's balls. Dorian can't help himself and he abruptly laughs. ]

How utterly curious! I can't say I've heard of such a thing. Is this something you do often?

[selfimage]

[ he says it, Loki tips her head and gives a sort of half shrug in affirmation, as if the answer were obvious. she's used stranger, but strawberry jam had been a favorite of hers. ]

Since you've asked so nicely—I'm well versed in the sorcerous properties of condiments. Mustard in the squeezy bottle also proves suitable for a good summoning.

[ is she posing? she might be posing. ]

It more or less depends on what you want certain somethings to do, ah ... but all magic across the multiverse is more or less the same. Just the details differ.

[underthings]

[ He's all but forgotten the purpose of beginning this conversation now. Magical theory and properties > everything else. ]

I should say the details differ quite spectacularly if you're able to summon using mere condiments.

[ He makes a note to research what "squeezy bottle" means later. ]

Not to mention dangerous if you can use anything for a means to summon. [ Then, more to himself, ] Though that begs to question if it would lead to less possessions.

[ There's a brief pause as if this just sinks in now. ]

Wait. What do you mean, "multiverse?"

[selfimage]

[ Loki's there, casual, cool and looking at her nails. ]

The plural of universe, of course. The whole multiple worlds theory isn't actually a theory when you're living it.

[ she's been to several different dimensions on a rousing trip through the outer edges of it, frequenting some horrifying mayfly dimensions. some of those she'd rather put out of her mind entirely. ]

Magic sort of ... [ she trails off, wiggling her fingers. ] resonates.

[underthings]

[ Well. His mind is effectively blown at that. It's not a possibility that was really entertained in Thedas, not to his knowledge, at least. Well, until now, anyway. He's here in this place that isn't like his own world and does this lend to whatever the multiverse is?

Rapidly, Dorian's realizing he doesn't have proper information at all. And the only way to get information is to seek answers to questions. Now, however, isn't the time. He can recognize that, at least. ]

You seem to hold interesting theories. When time affords, I would enjoy the pleasure of your company to discuss this further, if you've a mind.

[selfimage]

Tell you what—as soon as we wrap up saving this world and move on to the next, then you can buy me a drink.

[ you know, all in a days work. it's a nice by-product of a real ambition, she doesn't usually get to be the hero. ]

And a donut. I do hope we hit the donut corner of the multiverse soon.

[underthings]

Now you're speaking more my language.

[ The drinks, not the donut so much. Doesn't matter. ]

Until then.

[selfimage]

[ her brows draw up, one higher than the other. she regards him again and tips her chin. ]

Until then.

I suppose we should figure out what to do with him. He can't live as my personal fashion statement.

[underthings]

Indeed it appears that way. I suppose I should wish you luck in such an endeavor.

[ . . . ]

And suggest a revision of such a statement.