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!

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[dailydouble]

[ Ahad's grown slightly tired this particular line of conversation. He'll sigh, and attempt to avoid rolling his eyes. ]

Nothing more nefarious than ask him questions. Unless you have a suggestion?

[winces]

[ olivia flinches at the sound he makes, as if she could already tell how much he's holding back. ]

No, I. I just wanted to try and understand what was going on. [ she thought it would be best to, but now she wonders if that alone is already getting in the way. ]

I'm sorry.

[dailydouble]

For what? Wishing to understand what's happening?

[ It's not dismissive, but it's not something that Ahad would expect an apology for. ]

[winces]

[ for some reason, she finds it hard to meet his eyes. too strong, too old, she thinks, and so her own gaze darts away nervously. ]

I-I know there's a lot happening right now, and it... it probably isn't helping.

[dailydouble]

[ He's making a valiant effort not to show his impatience. ]

If you have a question, ask it.

[winces]

[ she steels herself. ]

I only wanted to ask if you meant to do anything bad to him. It just seems like there's been enough suffering going on already.

[dailydouble]

Bad depends entirely on who you ask. I'm certain that Michel would consider his captivity 'bad'.

[winces]

[ truth be told, so would she. ]

And what would you consider bad?

[dailydouble]

He is neither in pain nor will be executed. The day has certainly improved for him.

[winces]

But he's nowhere closer to what he wanted, isn't he?

[ she just sighs, resisting the urge to put her head in her hands. ]

I just... want to understand. Why are we holding him captive, if we're meant to be the ones helping here? Are you saying he's the one in the wrong?

[dailydouble]

I don't particularly care what he wants.

[ Which is true, Ahad doesn't. He'd care about Michel's wants and needs after the man stopped being a danger to everyone. ]

I find terms such as 'wrong' and 'right' to be misleading. He does what he feels is in the best interest of his people, even if that brings harm to others.

[winces]

[ she's feeling just a touch frustrated, but thankfully it doesn't show much save for the slight strain in her voice. ]

So we're holding him captive to keep him from hurting others? But won't that just make the King angrier and encourage him to hurt others just to get him back?

[dailydouble]

No matter what we do, someone will be angry. There is little way around it, at this stage.

[winces]

[ another sigh. ]

So what are we supposed to do now?

[dailydouble]

Find something we can all agree on, with any luck. Restore the sun, if we're luckier.

[winces]

[ that seems very much a case of "easier said than done," but she supposes she can appreciate his... optimism. ]

Well... if there's anything I can do to help...