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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[winces]

[ watch as her head falls into her hands, muffling her cry of concern. ]

Oh my gosh!

[ THEY'RE ALL DEAD ]

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[ she tries not to roll her eyes, but she does. ]

Wow, drama llama.

[winces]

I am not a llama!

[ she is the llama-est ]

You went and kidnapped a big, powerful man with big, scary magic, making the other big, powerful man with big, powerful guards very angry, and you don't even know what the next step is!

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[ totally a llama. ]

Oh please, think this through.

[ Loki twists her hands in the air in a sort of cutting gesture. ]

We certainly could've let him make his grand escape! But we didn't, because he was going to hurt people. So I suppose it was a toss up between letting him do that, or grabbing him while the pickings were still hot.

[winces]

[ she huffs a little. while she certainly admires you all for your bravery and quick-thinking and nobility, she can't quite get the WARNING WARNING WARNING sirens in her head to go off. ]

Isn't that my line?

[ "think this through" and all. though she supposes it's too late now.

she sighs, lifting her own hand to wave some of this tension away. in-fighting isn't going to get anyone anywhere, though her frustration is a marked difference from the stuttering woman a few minutes ago. ]

Is he isn't willing to talk, then shouldn't we go to the next person in line? What happened to that man who asked for our help in the first place?

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[ it sort of comes with the Loki package. the whole Kill Bill sirens thing with every pseudo-good deed. ]

There is the whole question of what to do with him, and his brother may be a good place to start with that. Arthur says he's not privy to the plans, but we can trust them both about as far as we can throw them.

[ she is paying attention though. there are little notes here and there about when Olivia puffs up and when she pulls back. ]

[winces]

It can't hurt, can it...?

[ she chews on her lips a bit. admittedly, this part of the process has never been olivia's strong suit — planning, calculating, things that chrom and the avatar were far better at, always huddled together in the tent. ]

Wouldn't it be in our best interest not to anger Arthur too?

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Let him. He seems more fearful than furious.

[ she says carelessly. she does have her concerns about Arthur, but they come in the form of some kind of scheme, rather than a prolonged tantrum. ]

[winces]

[ olivia just sighs. her next words come out in a mutter, as if she were merely speaking to herself. ]

Frightened men can make pretty awful enemies...