DECEMBER 6TH | VIDEO | UN: LOKI

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[ 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

voice; un: Hawke

[bougy]

And let him have even a bit of light and fresh air? ( she tsks. ) The ironically inept artwork adds a charmingly sinister air, I think. Rather suits this scene. ( her voice is rich with sarcasm; concern seems too expensive but treating Michel this poorly may be just as costly. )

[underthings]

Sinister? [ He scoffs slightly, airily. It's almost like one can hear the eyeroll. ] I believe we have very different ideals on the word, my dear. [ a beat; ] As well as charming.

[bougy]

Sinisterly charming, then--what do you think of that? ( she's been baited to at least challenge his wits to a friendly. this is the kind of battle she really enjoys, where she doesn't have to kill anyone, at least not yet. ) It's ideally trying to make a statement, however ineptly.

[underthings]

[ He makes an unimpressed sort of noise. Sinister and charming don't belong together. –Even if he could claim he's been called that once or twice while in Skyhold. ]

A poor statement, I'd imagine. I've seen noble masks with more personality.

[bougy]

( not seen but maybe heard, she smiles a bit. she'll have to try harder, and that's all right, she's plenty capable of more reprobate wordplay. anyway, she's also thinking of Orlesians, and that ass of a duke; she's quite proud of that one. so much for prospering. )

Fair enough, but don't tell them that! As far as I can tell, they think vulgar displays of wealth--on masks or not--of make them interesting. I don't think their egos could take the blow. Crumpled, like a paper bag! But maybe you know that already, ser. ( someone who is familiar with the wealthy may want to have some kind of title. )