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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[ SHE HAD TO TRY. ]

How about some of the talking?

[ she says, in an effort to make this worse. ]

[burdenoftruth]

No, Loki. We're going to do all the talking.

[She is, indeed, succeeding in making this worse.]

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[ Loki keeps Verity's gaze for a moment before it slides back to Thor. she's absolutely thinking about ducking behind him and making it seem casual, like they need to talk or something. now that Verity knows where she is, it won't be difficult to root her out again.

then there were other things to think about.

Thor, for one. ]

Here? Now?

[ then there's a look at Michel. ]

I'm a bit tied up ...

[burdenoftruth]

[Loki is doing a good job of hurting Verity's feelings, and as a result she is getting more frustrated by the moment.]

You know, if you weren't so interested in avoiding this, then I would say maybe it could wait. But if I let you off the hook now will you actually listen to me later? Or will you keep trying to get around dealing with it?

This is ridiculous. You're my friend. I just want you to listen to me and show me some basic respect.

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[ all right, she hadn't meant to make this worse, but apparently she's made this worse. the spot behind Thor is looking mighty fine right about now. do these things have static?

she puts a hand halfway over her mouth as she's refuted again. ]

I promise—I promise I'll listen to you! Sorry, look, I just ...

[ her fingers go to the back of her neck. ]

Quite a lot is happening.

[burdenoftruth]

[The fact that Loki means it when she says she'll listen later helps a bit. She sighs, more exasperated than angry now.]

Yeah, I know. I was offering to help, remember? Before you freaked out about having a conversation with me.

[She hadn't actually intended to change the subject. It just...sort of happened.]

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[ Loki worries her lower lip. all right, all right—it's probably time to pull back a little bit. she looks put-out, but not blatantly on the defense like she was moments ago. there's no good way that this situation will work out. the whole thing is foreboding. ]

Yes, well ... it's ... not as if I've lived my future yet.

[ this is hard. not many things unsettle her, but that's one thing that does. ]

[burdenoftruth]

[She sighs and shakes her head. Something about this upsets Loki and she doesn't entirely understand it. From her perspective they had an argument, and it was just getting settled when Doom interrupted things. But overall it wasn't a terrible experience.]

No, but...look at it this way, I have, and we're still friends, so it's probably not so bad, right?

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[ there's a point between bad and probably not bad that she's not sure she wants to cross. ]

Somehow that's none so comforting—it's not the friends thing. It's ... ah, well ...

[ where was she going with that one? ]

[burdenoftruth]

[She's definitely missing something. It's becoming pretty clear that their perspectives are just widely different when it comes to this topic.]

Okay, maybe you can try to explain what's bothering you...sometime when we're not talking over the magical internet, or whatever this is?

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Promise.

[ truth. hard truth. but truth. ]