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!

Comments

[selfimage]

[ Loki regards her casually, her voice flippant. ]

Wise? No, absolutely not. I'd say the better of two options. Obviously he can't run free.

[digophelia]

[ At this point, she's too tired to argue. She won't get into it with... whoever this woman is. Though she can take some comfort in the response being mixed. ]

Are you not concerned what the order may do? I don't believe that they'll respond to his capture well.

[selfimage]

Ah, of course I'm concerned, but we'll have the Order after us rather than pooling their energy into that little something larger that Michel keeps going on about.

[ she deflates a little bit and rubs the back of her head. ]

It's a bump in the plan, and one that we can decide to take full advantage of.

[digophelia]

So, then, the lesser of evils.

[ She draws a breath, slowly closing her eyes as she inclines backwards in her seat. ]

I would hope that there would be another solution. [ It seems unlikely, at this rate. ] If I had one thing to ask, may I ask the three of you, instead?

[selfimage]

We hardly have enough for a long term solution, whatever that may be ...

[ she says, mostly to herself. after that, her attention goes back to Alice. ]

As you will.

[digophelia]

I would hope that neither one of you lower yourself to the level of wardens and guards of the prison. My friend came out of there wounded and weak. Regardless of who and what this man is, please, don't become like them.

[selfimage]

[ she has to attempt not to roll her eyes. ]

Do you know how many people I've had to talk out of killing him? Please.

[digophelia]

[ Alice meets that eyeroll with a hardened look. ]

You have already taken him from his brother, how can I be reassured otherwise?

[selfimage]

His brother asked us to. He feared him almost as much as the king does.

[digophelia]

[ Actually surprised. ]

... Is that so. May I ask why?

[selfimage]

He was afraid he would harm him. We were asked to—ah ... protect him, you could say.

[digophelia]

By keeping his brother.

[ Alice doesn't sound upset, if anything she sounds upset with this. How can anyone hurt their sibling? ]

Does he not care for him, his brother?

[selfimage]

I don't think it's as simple as that.

[ her eyes go to Thor, but don't linger long. ]

[digophelia]

[ Alice catches a little of that look. She wonders for a minute if that is her brother, from the tone of the conversation. Dropping her shoulders, Alice lets out a little sigh. ]

Still, all of this is very sad.

[selfimage]

Well, unfortunately for them, it doesn't seem to be getting any better.

[digophelia]

So, then, what will become of Michel? What do you intend to do to keep him and his brother safe?

[selfimage]

We're currently taking suggestions.

[digophelia]

I would leave that to his brother; anything else doesn't feel right. Siblings are important, they mean more than anything or anyone else.

[ Then again, this situation makes her very sympathetic to the pair of brothers, if only on the account of what happened to her own sister. ]

[selfimage]

[ perhaps that's it. perhaps she's right.

it brings up thoughts of her own brother, and him coming to collect her upon her own mistakes. ]

[digophelia]

[ Oh, no, that face. ]

I didn't mean to upset you.

[selfimage]

I'm not upset.

[ that comes quickly. ]

[digophelia]

[ She casts a look at Thor before looking at this woman- ]

Is he your brother...?

[selfimage]

[ the next glance she gives to Thor is careless. ]

Something of that sort. Close enough, when it comes to the details of the multiverse.

[digophelia]

I understand.

[ Sort of. ]