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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[respired]

Regardless of who suffers for it?

[selfimage]

You say, as if no one is suffering now.

[ there's a huff and she puts her hands on her hips. ]

Please.

[respired]

You refer to the Order, and people like them. I don't fully know what they've been through, but I know this: when you fight a king, it's the peasants who die.

[Or, in his case, basically the entire population.]

[selfimage]

Ah—[ she pauses, and then speaks again. ] You do know why we were hired, don't you? ALASTAIR may have a different idea, but that wasn't it. Not originally.

Perhaps it's still not. It's so very hard to tell with them.

[respired]

Restore peace. Bring back the sun. This man is an obstacle to both of those goals.

[A beat.]

But his goal--I can only imagine it's justice for his people. Or for himself.

[Koltira's voice is rough; guttural. But there's no particular inflection to it, no hint of emotion either way.]

I could be wrong.

[selfimage]

The king hired ALASTAIR to "get rid of the goblin problem." What disparity between that and the mission we were given.

[ it's not that she wants to fall back on ALASTAIR, especially not after Anwick. she puts her hands on her hips. ]

I wouldn't think of this fine, violent and revolutionary fellow as an obstacle; a piece, maybe.

[respired]

[He mutters.]

That, I did not know.

[selfimage]

It seems our employers are full of surprises.

[respired]

Just so. But this man does little credit to his cause.

[selfimage]

Yes, it's to be said that we all have our bad days.

[respired]

It is. I do. But I try to regret them.

[A beat.]

Also, I have never doomed an entire realm to a slow death.

[But he's still had a lot of pretty bad days.]

[selfimage]

[ "try." ]

Aye, well ... we're not entirely concrete on the case, are we? There are still some things that are up in the air.

We wouldn't want to do this corner of the multiverse a disservice, would we?

[respired]

[Listen, it's hard. It's all very hard, okay.]

True enough. You have taken a burden upon yourself in holding him, and that's commendable. By force or persuasion, I hope you come to know something more of his mind.

[selfimage]

[ there's just a little shrug from Loki. it's hard to tell what she feels that she'll do with him, or even bother to do with him. she may even lean on "letting him go," if it were enough to spite ALASTAIR. ]

If we let him go, he would've run off and made his own cataclysm. Knowing his mind or not, at least we're bought more time.