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Post by Kamala Khan on Jun 21, 2014 7:33:24 GMT -5
Click. The door knob rattled a few times. "Oh, come on!" An exasperated Kamala said. She took her key out again, plugged it back into the hole and fiddled a bit longer. Click This time, the teen turned the knob very carefully. With a satisfying creak, the door actually opened. Sigh. Then the Muslim girl announced, "I'm home." A silent room greeted her. Despite its small size, Kamala's place was rather barren. There was a sink, which stood right above the midsection of her second-hand mattress. She was lucky to have one inside the single room, but still had to share the bathroom with the rest of the floor. The last piece of furniture was a makeshift table, made of boxes and a long, sturdy plank of wood. Kamala sat down on her mattress, dumping her school bag on the right side of her desk. The girl really liked the table. Sure, it wasn't fancy, and a proper chair wouldn't have been bad either. But at least it was solid wood, not some plastic junk. And it was long, stretching almost across all the length of her 'bed'. That was perfect for homework, or laying out maps of New York.
Speaking of which, after a short stretch, Kamala pulled those out from a box. It was Friday evening. She had just finished her first week at the new school. There was plenty of homework to be done, but that could wait until the week-end. The wannabe superheroine had other things on her mind, which injected some needed energy into her little body as she stretched out her map of the neighborhood. My new turf. It made her realize how good she had had it in Jersey City. With her right index, the teen traced some paths and circles outlined on the map. Sure, her home town hadn't been a 'white' suburb, but Kamala's family was solidly middle class, owned a house, with proper beds and all. The neighborhood had been a bit mixed and it reflected at school. Here, she really was in a truly poor section of the city. It reflected in the rent, the hygiene level of the streets and the crime rate. Using a red pencil, Kamala scribbled some notes and sketched some new patrol routes to explore. Then she wrote the words 'Train slinging' next to one space on the map -a demolition site-. The contrast between the place she lived in, and her new, French-flavored school couldn't be starker. It also means a high commute time for school. But with only her college savings to support her financially, Kamala had no choice but to go for the lowest rent. At least, Ms Marvel has zero commute time!
And with a last glance at her planned route, Kamala rolled up the map. Standing up, she turned into the blonde, strong woman that was Ms Marvel. Short, practical nails held the map firmly before carefully placing it back in its box, on top of the makeshift desk. The other hand flashed the time -9:04pm-. The nice thing about the room was the window. It wasn't very big, but gave the girl much needed sunlight when working at her desk for long hours on week ends. It also provided Ms Marvel with a nice way to jump out of the building into the rooftops. A few minutes later, and Kamala was swinging around the neighborhood, looking for crime to fight. All the everyday life frustration went away for a while as she zipped through the air. Here, she was doing something to impact lives. Maybe it was a small thing. But it helped.
The evening began uneventfully. Kamala checked her watch again. 10:17pm. She sat on top of a roof. Looking down, Ms Marvel judged the distance to the ground. Then she jumped down, quickly increasing in size as she fell. The frustration crept back in. The giant heroine landed heavily onto a lonely street, before shrinking back down again. She kicked an empty can of coke. Before she could voice any of her pent up feelings however, the teen heard some suspicious noise. Sprinting, she turned a corner onto a street and saw the source of the commotion: a small convenience store. A young couple was being held at gunpoint by two masked men. "Don't move. We'll serve ourselves." One of them said while the other one grabbed the money from the cashier and stuffed it into a bag.
It was time for some heroism.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jun 21, 2014 13:42:28 GMT -5
 It was no fun being here, Loki decided. Sure life back home was not that great but at least it was home and in between important world saving business, he did get some rest. Some time to have fun. Here, it was a constant battle to try and get home. To his brother. Even if Thor was not destined to live long. The boy felt a pull on his heart as he thought about this. He hated this. He had time to think, more time to dwell on the fact that this was the only way... the guiltier he became. He didn't want this to be the case. He wanted Thor to be alive, to stay alive. He wanted to have his brother.
It was late and with this guilt, the boy could not sleep. Guilty for something he would have to do to save everyone. Guilty for so many crimes that he couldn't even remember. Ikol could never understand why he felt like this. although the bird never questioned his feelings, Loki always knew the truth. Neither could hide such things from each other. They were after all, the same being. As he walked, Loki held his hand up for Ikol to perch on. The bird wasn't too impressed with this form of ride but apparently it beat always flying.
"I miss home, Ikol," He told the bird as he walked through the darkness. It seemed that everyone was asleep.
Suddenly the boy heard a commotion and he stopped, pressing himself against a wall, he turned around a corner and his gaze came upon two robbers, holding couple at gun point. He frowned.
"Ikol, find out if there is a back entrance," Loki told the bird and Ikol flew off from his arm. At least this would offer some distraction for the boy. Green eyes focused on the people, watching what was happening. The two robbers were masked and seemed to be helping themselves to the money. The boy bit his lip, waiting for Ikol to return so he could find out how he was going to enter the building and save the two innocent people and their money. He was going to be a hero like Thor. He was going to make up for all his past deeds.
"You can't get in from the back," Ikol said, returning and looking at the boy. "You're not thinking of.."
"Ikol, I've got to. I'm a hero now. And Thor would stop this," Loki said, moving forwards, keeping to the shadows as he moved. The child was clearly not a normal boy. He wore his Asgardian gear and the gold circlet rested on his head. Moving softly, he stood near the door, prepared. Right. He had to use his words. While he doubted bullets could do him much harm, thanks to his blood.
Opening the door, the young boy strolled in, looking unconcerned and like he owned the place. He smiled at them, green eyes glowing.
"Hello, my fine fellows. I believe you were going to put all that money back," He said, looking between the four people, hoping he was looking as strong and as confident as his big brother. He swallowed as he stood, feeling Ikol's nervous, feathery presence. He hoped that this would all work out. This was his first time doing anything so straight to the point. At least when it came to others like Surtur and Mephisto they already had a healthy respect for him. Now ti was all danger.  |
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Post by Kamala Khan on Jun 23, 2014 2:59:05 GMT -5
Ms Marvel rushed into the crime scene, elongating her legs to gain some momentum. A hundred feet. Eighty feet. Fifty feet. A kid appeared in Kamala's range of vision. He instantly set off alarm bells. Maybe it was the glowing green eyes, or the golden crown-like shape. The blond superhero instantly jumped to the side, hiding herself from view to analyze the situation. The gravitas, the arrogant smile, everything indicated that the kid was in control. And probably a mutant. Was he going to boss the two thugs around? Could the little boy be their leader? The Slytherin green outfit definitely fit the bill.
As the teen expected, the strolling kid's first action was to state something that sounded a lot like an order. To Kamala's surprise however, it was not the order she expected. Wait. Is he telling them to cancel their robbery? She didn't have time to answer her own question as her blue eyes narrowed to catch the criminals' reactions. "Yo, Kid. If you don't want to get hurt, back off." The guy pointing the gun at the pair said. His partner wasn't as dismissive. "Joe. I don't think that's a normal kid. Look at his eyes." For heaven's sake, he has a costume. He's clearly a super-something! Kamala thought to herself, shaking her head. "Oh yeah, he's a freak. So what?" The first man turned his gun around to the boy. "Don't think I won't shoot you because you're a kid. Muties deserve to die anyway." His partner seemed to panic, grabbing Joe by the shoulder. "Wait. Don't do it!" There was a mix of fear and awe in his face. "What's your power, kid?" He asked the boy.
Kamala was tempted to jump in. It seemed the kid was on her side. Which meant she could provide him with backup. But she was also curious to hear his answer. Ms Marvel saves lives. Holding that thought in mind, the blond woman started to grow, getting ready to run out of her hiding space and join the fight. A few seconds later, and a nine foot tall Ms Marvel rammed through the window into the pair of bad guys. "Kyyyyaaaaaa!"
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jun 23, 2014 4:05:35 GMT -5
Nothing showed on the boy's face as attention was focused on him. He seemed completely at ease with this. There was no fear or panic in him. He looked like he was in control of the situation. There were many types of lying. Sometimes that was just by the way one acted. Loki happened to be superb at this (as well as every other sort...). He was told to back off and he allowed amusement to spread across his face as he was ordered. He could feel Ikol's cold, green eyes on him. It was almost enough to make him feel uncomfortable, as if the bird was judging him. Loki hoped it wasn't training him. He didn't want to be like his former self. He lied to save lives. Not the other way round.
Green eyes flickered to the fact that the gun was still pointed at the couple. He was fast but he wouldn't be fast enough to stop a bullet. So far they still were the ones in danger. Thor would have been able to save them by now. Bam and he would have hit the criminals with his hammer. Pow, the bullet that would inevitably get fired in the fray would bounce off him and harmlessly embed itself in the wall. Thor could have done this easily. But he was going to be... Loki kept his gaze hard. Focus on the now. Not the future. Not what might be. He was here to save lives. He could think about other things after he had saved the day.
The other man spoke and Loki could hear the fear even now. A weak link. Perfect. That would be a good place to get the lie in. To unnerve that man and then there was only the other one to deal with. A smile remained on his face from the amusement but it became more at ease and relaxed, as if he knew something the other two didn't. This was the way that Loki worked. He was clever. He didn't hit everything with a hammer.
"Nice of you to notice my eyes, they are quiet beautiful, aren't they?" He said with a laugh and he got the distinct impression that Ikol was face-winging. Being called a freak was something he heard often enough so he ignored it. It wasn't the worse thing he had been called, considering what he had once been. And the gun was now pointed at him as opposed to the couple. Now, if they would only get out of the danger zone while all attention was on him.
It was as he guessed, barely any time after the gun was pointed at him, the other man grabbed his partner by the shoulder, holding him back. And then asked about his power. Perfect.
"I like you, you have some brain, unlike your friend," Loki said calmly, speaking to the man who had questioned him.
"As for my power, I seem to do quiet a lot. Stronger and faster than humans, got a fair bit of magic, which is always fun, you know. Creating fire and so on, that's always fun, you know-" He was cut off when he heard the glass shattering and he moved to push the shop owners down and behind him, turning his face away to avoid getting glass in his eyes. The glass bounced off him harmlessly.
"And summoning others," He said quickly, still working on unhinging the one who already seemed worried.
Calmly he walked over to the massively tall stranger who had knocked over the two bad guys. He gave her a pleasant smile and winked, using the eye that the two thugs could not see, trying to convey the message 'just play along with this'.
"So glad that you could join us. It would have been good if you didn't have to break the window though. There is a perfectly good door," He said, with a grin on his face before turning his attention back to the two thugs.
"Change your minds about not returning things?"
"You're enjoying this too much," Ikol commented, flying down to sit on the counter. Loki offered him a quick smirk in answer.
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Post by Kamala Khan on Jun 23, 2014 11:07:33 GMT -5
Loki's smile unnerved the man with the bag. His right hand let go of Joe's shoulder to fiddle with the bag of money. Despite the confusion building up in his eyes, his left grip on the loot tightened. The rest of his body froze when the kid told him he was smarter than Joe for asking for his powers. "Joe, I don't like this. Let's just go for it and run. Don't shoot the kid. I'm sure he won't be able to catch up to us." The more confident man snarled before turning his head around to dismiss his friend's idea. But after briefly looking at his partner in the eyes, his own widened considerably. "What?" In a motion that was more reflex than anything else, he turned his gun around to face Loki's 'summon'. But he didn't have time to fire a proper shot before Kamala's giant knee connected with his nose. His friend didn't have any more time and took chest-sized palm-strike into the face. Shattered glass flew everywhere and a whole row of hard candies scattered on the ground.
A very confused moment later the dust settled and everyone saw a bit clearer. The two armed men were standing up in the household item alley. Joe was holding his bloodied nose. His partner's grip on the bag of money was unrelenting, but his eyes betrayed total bewilderment. On the other side, Ms Marvel was shrinking down slightly to fit more easily into the convenience store. She stood in front of the cashier, where the boy had pulled down the couple and was now winking at her. "I like to make a flashy entrance. Sorry." Kamala decided to play along with the kid. He seemed to have a way with words. And if they could end this without the gun getting fired, that would be great.
Negotiations started again. Kamala didn't participate in those, and just kept herself busy by increasing the volume of her fists until they were the size of bowling balls. A bit more intimidation can't hurt. She placed her two clubbing devices in front of her, imitating a boxer pose which also partially shielded her face. Then, from the corner of her mouth, she whispered to the boy, "Hey. What's your name?" They were still waiting on a response from the two thugs.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jun 24, 2014 6:17:53 GMT -5
The game was working. He could tell that the man with the money bag was feeling nervous. He wanted to get out. Loki smiled, still looking remarkably relaxed for a boy of only twelve. He grew up fast, what could he say? Listening to what they had to say about leaving with the money. Joe, the man with the gun, didn't seem so pleased with this. And he seemed about to make a remark when the strange, massively tall woman and Loki had dived to quickly move out of harm (as much as he could) and protect the two innocents. The glass seemed to have left him alone and the two owners seemed fine as well.
Standing forward and moving to the stranger whom he had claimed to have summoned. She changed size to fit in the store and he took all this in, keeping his expression calm, as if he knew the person. There was some surprise inside him but he would save that for later. He rolled his eyes as she said that she preferred flashy entrances.
"Just remember we're trying to save people money, not loose it," He told her, hoping the information would sink in. Loki always tried to minimise the damage. Well, things always seemed out of proportion when he was working on them. Like when he nearly started a war between Hela and Mephisto but that was only so he could save them all! And it seemed to be working so far.
"Sorry about her. She likes to big things up. Probably jealous of my fantastic good looks," The boy joked, trying to ease the situation and casting another smile at the stranger as the joke was sort of at her expense.
"Now, let's all calm down. You two are clearly out numbered. Look, there's four of us compared to two of you," He said calmly, including the two shop owners.
"And the two of us have powers," He said, gesturing to himself and the stranger who seemed to be very good at changing her height.
"And I've got Captain America on speed dial," He added, pulling out his Starkphone and holding his finger above the screen. He used Captain America as he had met the man here and it was better to be specific. No one should be able to tell that he was lying about the speed dial.
He was waiting for the two to respond when she asked what his name was. Hey, she didn't recognise him. That was good. Although he supposed he would need to lie about his name. Again. He had done that with Molly. She hadn't even suspected.
"Lucas," He said calmly and every so quietly so the thugs would not hear these words of introduction. Then he realised maybe she would want a super hero name considering his garb.
"I'm Asgardian," He added. That was sort of lie as well. But who could tell in the calm and anatural manner that the lies fell from his tongue?
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Post by Kamala Khan on Jun 24, 2014 16:32:33 GMT -5
Kamala scowled when the kid made fun of her. She noticed the smile, but didn't react to it. The pre-teen boy then went on to sketch a bleak picture of the two criminals' situation. Ms Marvel turned her dark scowl towards them. She focused the man who seemed on the verge of cracking. "Joe... Joe... I think he's right." He pulled at the other guy's coat. Joe just snapped at the other guy. "We've got guns." He wiped his bloody nose a last time before pointing his at Ms Marvel. Just start using yours and their powers won't matter!"
The giant fists clenched. Shifting her weight around, Kamala made sure she protect all her vital parts, as well as as much area behind her as possible. Her eyes narrowed in concentration. "Got a plan, silver tongue?" She whispered from the corner of her mouth. But barely had she spoken the words that the boy pulled out the big guns. Captain America? Even Kamala was taken by surprise. Is this a bluff? Or was this the source of his confidence all along? The scared criminal couldn't take it any more. He just dropped the bag of money on the floor, threw his gun away and ran for it. Kamala started to move in and intercept the runaway, but Joe pointed his gun right at her, making the hero think twice.
A few seconds later, and there were only five people left in the room. Joe chuckled. With his free hand, he picked up the bag of money. "All the more for me." Still pointing the gun at Ms Marvel, he started slowly moving towards the exit. His eyes never left the two heros. "If you really want no trouble, just let me go smoothly." His boots trampled some glass shards on hsi way to the street. "And yes, that includes not calling cap." Kamala looked back to Lucas. "Shall I engage?" She had no time to answer his earlier question. Somehow, he was in charge, calling the shots. Did they want to punch this guy's face, or absolutely make sure the young couple was safe?
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jun 25, 2014 11:32:00 GMT -5
Such fun! Loki could not remember the last time he had such a relaxing and safe game. He wondered whether he should deal with the mortals and their petty criminals more often. Maybe he should ask some of the Avengers whether he could join them... It was very satisfying to watch how his words had an effect on the man who wasn't Joe. Loki wondered what his name was. But there was definitely non of the danger of head bashing, body-devouring, soul-eating, end-of the-nine-realms going on here. Sure there was a gun but that was probably more safe. Probably. Only really bad injury giving at worst as opposed to fatal. And thinking like this helped him to remain relaxed.
At the angry remark from Joe, Loki just chuckled, as if what he said was incredibly funny. He rolled his eyes and looked at Joe and Joe alone. Now it was time to unnerve him. Of course, this man seemed to have nerves of steel so the kid looked him in the eye with the bright, unnatural green gaze.
"Do you really think a gun is going to help?" He asked, amusement flowering the voice that sounded like it was trying to remain serious but failing. His lips turned up in a faint smile, which was really because at that point he was wondering whether he could have a career as an actor. He would have told this thought to Ikol but he figured that talking to a magpie that they couldn't see would be a problem. He was grateful that he remembered that Ikol was only something that he could see.
When the stranger called him Silver Tongue, his only response to raise his eyebrows as he brought Captain America into the conversation. That really had been a catalyst as it sent Mr Nameless-Robber running out, leaving the money behind. In the back of his mind, he was turning over the fact that Silver Tongue was undeniably something that his former self would be called but it didn't sound like the woman had figured him out yet. If at all. That was the important thing.
"Well, I guess there's one less man for Captain America to deal with then," He said, keeping up the appearance, fingers moving down to almost brush against the screen. He hoped to get that gun pointed away from the woman who would willingly crash through glass. Stupid man. He wasn't doing it. Maybe he didn't look very threatening, being a boy who hadn't done anything but talk.
The man was backing out, talking and Loki's harsh green gaze followed him. The boy remained still until the man was out of the shop. He moved to the door way, ignoring the question with a raised hand to show that he would answer her soon.
"Captain, a man just left this shop, it's on Church Lane. He's got a load of gold from this shop. Heading North." He gave a pause as if listening to an answer. It was noticeable that his voice was loud.
"It's in a bag. We'll follow. Yeah, Just call if you need more directions," He said, voice still loud. Then he gave a nod to the strange girl as signal to follow. Joe had started to run.
"Keep on his right, he uses that hand, he won't be able to get you with the gun if you remain behind that gun arm. If it gets too dangerous, come back" He said hurriedly.
Green eyes looked at the shop owners. He doubted that the bugler would come back, either of them but it was a possibility. He didn't want to risk that.
"Ikol, follow him as well," He told the magpie, determined to get the money back. He wasn't going to fail. If the strange girl didn't manage this, then they could follow Ikol's directions to where the man had gone and surprise him.
"Loki, that isn't our job," The bird warned him.
"Just do it, Ikol!"
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Post by Kamala Khan on Jun 26, 2014 4:34:28 GMT -5
Joe was running. Kamala looked at the boy. He was busy on the phone. Ms Marvel moved closer, overhearing most of the conversation. She held her tongue. Time was short. If they wanted to pursue, they had to do it now. Sensing where the little chat with Captain America was going, Kamala got ready for a sprint: legs elongated again, calf and quads grew somewhat. When the kid in green gave his signal, she instantly sprang into action.
Blond bangs disappeared from her field of vision as Kamala sprinted forward. Despite the wind pressing against her ears, she heard most of the boy's parting instructions. No time to acknowledge. She had a thief to catch. They were running north, towards the old Christian church. The man had a head start, but Ms Marvel was catching up fast. The man called Joe paused for a moment. He was hunched back and needed to support his weight against a wall. Looking back, he then made eye contact with Ms Marvel, who didn't give any sign of tiring. "Shit" Kamala was now close enough to hear the man curse. He quickly disappeared into a nearby building. Kamala followed in a few moments later.
The door was wide open. Kamala paused a moment to resize herself for combat and observe her new environment. It didn't hurt also to be on the look out for an ambush. Scanning the empty room with an elegant wooden floor, the girl very quickly felt out of place. She wasn't quite able to pinpoint where this feeling came. Not until her eyes stopped right in front of a big cross. "Schedule of the mass." The woman read aloud. The church! Why the villains always chose the worst locations for fights? A hundred thoughts paralyzed the young hero. Can I fight here? What if I injure a person? What will Allah think of me? Intruding on someone else's place of worship to fight. That was a new situation for Kamala. She had to think this one through. Which unfortunately meant the villain was given more time to prepare.
How would her parents react if a superhero just bounced in a mosque to fight a villain? What would she say? Kamala was trying hard to find a way to back out of this. This is probably the only exit. Which meant she could walk out right now and just siege out the guy. This would be a respectful solution. A craven one perhaps, but she couldn't figure this out right now. Kamala turned around. Her heart felt a bit lighter as she stepped outside.
BANG.
Ms Marvel halted right at the steps of the church entrance. Did he just shoot someone inside a church? A place of worship, where people came to gain spiritual guidance from their god. A sanctuary for moral thoughts. Cries of people inside yelled out. Kamala started trembling. Her fists grew again. She looked down at her feet. People. People are getting hurt. And that was all that mattered now. She turned around. Swallowing a big gulp of saliva and praying that she was doing more good than harm, Ms Marvel rushed inside.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jun 26, 2014 10:50:08 GMT -5
Loki stayed at the shop, looking after the owners. He quickly checked them over for any injury and found that they were only shocked. He kept glancing at the door, worried that someone might come in.
"Don't worry, my friend will come back with your money. I'm sorry about the window as well. I don't really have the money to repay you. Not sure if my friend has the money to repay you either," He said calmly, picking up a broom and sweeping up the glass into a corner. See, he could be useful. He could be good. He could be a hero.
Expecting to hear the strange girl come in at any time, Loki was surprised when it was the sound of Ikol's wings coming through the open window. Loki looked up, ignoring the silence from the shop owners who were helping to tidy up.
"He's gone into a Church. Last I saw, the girl was unsure what to do," Ikol informed him and Loki frowned.
"Do you have a shortcut to the Church?" He asked the bird, ignoring the look he got from one of the shop owners as he supposedly spoke to the air. Ikol noticed, though and pointed with his beak to them.
"Excuse me, my magical awesomeness has found out that I am needed. I'll go and help. We'll get your money back," He said with confidence, hoping that it wasn't going to be a lie.
Rushing outside through the now open window, he skidded on the ground but managed to catch his balance. He pulled his white hood over his head with a quick and casual flick of his hand.
"Short cut, Ikol?" He asked, looking at the bird.
"Loki, you can't be thinking about doing this!" The bird protested and Loki gave Ikol a look.
"Shortcut,"
"You're not Thor,"
"I won't solve it like him. But I've got to do something. Now." He told the bird. Ikol gave a sigh.
"This way,"
Loki followed the bird at a quick pace, grateful for not exactly being human. He could manage further distances at a good speed because of his different body and the shortcut that Ikol had found meant he was arriving (over a fence) just as a gun shot sounded at a Church. The boy slowed down as he picked his way through the graveyard, eyes flickering around for a good entrance. Front would be too obvious but there were always side entrances on these things. Old and small. Rarely used. Normally required a key and a good push. Sure it would make a good sound but it would distract the man from the innocents which Loki would hear crying out.
Finally, he found the door (it took only a few seconds) and he gave it a test. Not opening. There was a lock. Quickly, the trickster went to pick-lock it. He was a master of tricks and he had learnt skills that would be useful such as this. He gave a small shove and the door budged.
"Be careful," Ikol warned and Loki gave the door a good shove. It opened with a bang and Loki grinned as he jumped inside.
"Tada! Now everyone calm down." He announced, finding himself at the head of the building. Green eyes looked out at everything, taken in the scene, hoping that he had brought a pause in the chaos to give the strange girl a chance to take action. He put on his best smile and tried not to think of the irony of him standing here. |
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Post by Kamala Khan on Jun 26, 2014 15:21:25 GMT -5
As Ms Marvel rushed in, sweaty and anxious, she caught Joe's loud voice echoing through the gothic church. "...other exit or I'll shoot again." Kamala now saw the whole scene. Joe was holding the imam -no, the priest- by the neck. His gun pointed upwards. All around the room, people were ducked behind the benches. The teen could hear a few of them sobbing, but no one seemed hurt. Gathering her courage, she yelled, "You're surrounded. Just give up." No bloodshed. No bloodshed. No bloodshed. Very slowly, Kamala edged closer. She didn't heed the boy's council, and moved towards Joe's gun hand. Anything to lower the odds of him shooting at the priest.
The criminal narrowed his eyes, calculating. The gun lowered, pointing in the general direction of the crowd. "You haven't gotten me surrounded, woman." He shook the priest again. "There is another exit. And you two are going to let me use it." Joe's eyes occasionally darted down between his legs, where the bag of money was resting. For a moment, everyone fell silent. Candle smoke flowed between the two men on the altar and Kamala on the lower ground. Jesus watched over the scene on his cross. Sweat pearls flowed down Ms Marvel's forehead.
A sound cut through the silence. It wasn't very loud. You couldn't really tell what it was. Where it came from. Click. Click. To Kamala, it was nerve-wracking. Joe was twitching the gun trigger. His eyes were looking around, confusion on his face. After a louder Bam, the boy appeared right behind Joe. "The other entrance..." The man turned around to find his sole exit blocked. Kamala couldn't see his face, but she did see his grip tighten on the priest. Now! She couldn't let Joe become desperate enough to shoot the man. Jumping forward, Ms Marvel aimed an enlarged punch at the hand holding the gun.
BANG
The next moment, and Kamala was laying on the floor. Her hand was above her guts, where blood was now flowing. "I... thought... it connected." People were now rushing to her side. She saw a lot of faces. White faces. Black faces. Latino faces. All staring at her, all quickly talking to each other. Kamala was having trouble following them. "Her hair turned black!" "She's just a girl!" "911, we need an ambulance. Two people are down." She only barely registered those words. But then one face, a middle-aged woman, bent closer and whispered to her ear. "You did well. He's down for the count, Arab girl."
She should have been happy. But instead of smile, panic crept on Kamala's teenager face. Turn back. Turn back to Ms Marvel! She tried to get up. To see her own body. Could she shapeshift back on time?
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jun 26, 2014 16:50:21 GMT -5
Acting as a hero was not easy. There was danger but he was going to be so easily thrown aside. He was going to be as mighty and great as his brother! No one was going to get injured. He looked at the man, Joe, took in the fact that the money was between his legs. He took in the gun that was pointed at the priest. Then the girl took action and the gun was shot off. Loki let out a curse and ran forwards, pushing his body as fast as it would go. The man needed to pick up the bag of money. Loki didn't have such restrictions so he could go straight into running. His boots skidded against the ground as he went into a run and worked on a simple spell of light.
Then he stopped, letting out a sigh of relief. In his sudden burst to try and make sure Joe did not escape, he hadn't realised that the girl had made the hit. Joe was out for the count. He breathed out a sigh of relief and rubbed his brow. They had knocked the man out. Or rather she had. One less thing to worry about. But then there was the fact that the girl had been shot. Damn she had been shot. He had meant to save everyone. He had failed at the first test! Tears pricked at his eyes. He really was not his brother. He could never be like Thor and save everyone.
"Let me through, I have training!" He demanded, pushing his way through the people that were crowded around the fallen form.
Thankfully they parted and he pushed further forwards, reaching the side of the girl. He didn't even know her name. He had lied about the name that he had. He felt full of guilt and he went to her side, noticing that the girl looked different now. She was no longer blond, instead she had a darker complexion, with black hair.
"Hold on," He told her, examining the wound and pulling the fabric away from the injury. His eyes looked at the strange wound. Like an arrow wound. He would treat it as such. Right, no arrow in it. Had it gone through? With a delicate hand (glove removed), he swept beneath her, where the wound should be. He found blood and the bullet. That made it easier.
"Look at me, keep breathing. In and out, in and out," He told her, casting his eyes around for any bandages.
"Water and cloth! Bring me those. Long cloth, mind you. And some lit candles if you can!" He demanded, pressing his hand against her wound.
Ikol watched in silence, thinking about how much heart the boy had. It would get him nowhere. The boy simply cared too much. How could this be a part of him? How could he be a part of this child? But then he was only a magpie and what where they but full of mysteries.
Cloth had been found and the priest had managed to bring water and candles. Loki Thanks him and washed the wound. On both sides.
"Keep her back elevated, we need the wound to be above her heart," He said, lifting her backside up and resting it on a chair. Some kindly people helped out. Loki ignored the questions that were being muttered about him. Ignored the fact that in a place with this many people, someone would be bound to put the circlet and bright green eyes together and realise who he was.
With the candle, he carefully wafted smoke towards the wounds. It would help purify the wounds and gave him time to get some herbs. It wasn't much but he tore them up and mixed them in the remaining water before placing that under the smoke as well. Then he soaked the cloth in it. He counted to nine and then started to wrap the makeshift bandages tightly around her body.
"We're going to try and stop the blood flow. OK?" He explained to her as he was wrapping the soaked cloth around her body and pulling it tight.
"And you are going to get better." He told her, tying up the second to last of the cloth. Then he used the last cloth to keep her forehead cool.
"Just focus on my voice. I'll talk forever if that's what it takes. So just listen and keep focused and shout if you start not hearing," The boy babbled on, before starting to discuss people around them so she would have someone to listen to. |
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Post by Kamala Khan on Jun 27, 2014 15:48:19 GMT -5
Kamala tried to prop herself up with her right arm. A strand of hair, brown hair, fell into her face. Shit. People around her were still talking, talking very fast. So many unknown faces. Most of them were friendly, concerned faces. But that didn't matter to Kamala now. She didn't care about their concern. The young hero needed to get out before the officials came in. Then a known voice emerged. "Lucas?" Kamala's face contorted in surprise. Training. Training in what? Oh, right. She was still severely wounded. It was easy to forget that when your secret identity was potentially compromised. At least my face mask is still hiding my features. Small consolation prize.
The teen started fidgeting around when Lucas came closer. Kamala was trying to get up and leave. Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. As she failed in her endeavor, pain shot through her body. "Uuuugh." Dark eyes glared at Lucas. But then the young Ms Marvel saw the bullet he had extracted from her body. There was also a lot of blood. Ok. Plan B. Get healed enough to leave before the ambulance arrived. "Stall... Stall 911." That was in response to Lucas' own orders. She wasn't going to let the boy boss her around, not without putting up a fight.
But the girl did smile when water, cloth and candles were brought and the boy went to work. Asgardian magic! That was her only hope. But Lucas seemed to be going for a low tech solution, cleaning and wrapping the wound. "Ok." In response to the boy's question. Then, following Lucas voice, Kamala just listened. Quickly, her mind focused on the Christians talking around the two heros. She only caught a few words. "Heroes." "Norse." "Arab." "Ms Marvel." "Loki." How could she fix this? Would they go to the media with her face? Was someone taking photos? And what did Loki have to do with anything? "Can... we get out of here?"
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jun 27, 2014 16:51:24 GMT -5
What would have been great at this point was magic. Magic could have completely solved this but instead he had barely anything thanks to Ikol. And what he did have that might solve this would leave him weakened and not strong enough to help get her out of here. So he was being makeshift. He took in her words though. Stalling 911. 911... what was that. He frowned before remembering it from his researched on the mortals. It was their healers! Their number for summoning the heroes on things such as the Starkphone!
"No need to call your healers, I've got this all covered. Hero business, you know," He said very quickly, looking up at the people. There was no sign of the healers just yet and so he continued with his work.
As he got to the end of his work, the boy noticed that he had been identified and he saw that a few were making the cross at him. He rolled his eyes.
"I'm not the one you think I am. Different person completely," He said, although his gaze went nervously to Ikol as he worked.
"They won't hurt you here," Ikol said and the boy gave a small sigh and finished his work in relative peace. They were too afraid to come too close to him. A few people tried to get him away but he merely had to look up.
"I'm helping," He told them with strength in his voice. He wanted them to leave him alone.
With the girl all bandaged, Loki continued to talk until she asked her question and he paused, looking at her. He guessed he might be able to carry her. And he had promised to take the money back. The boy took a few seconds to think about this before he carefully picked up the girl and grabbed the money. His chest heaved with the effort. How long could the young Asgardian keep this up? He headed for the door and hurried out, a sweat breaking across his brow as he left the church far behind, not even visible by the roof tops. He may be stronger than a mortal but he was no Thor. As Ikol loved to remind him.
Arriving at the shop, Loki carefully put the girl down, looking up at the shocked shop owners as he offered the bag of money back to them. They seemed unable to move from where they were.
"Here," The boy said and Mr Shopkeeper took the money but he handed Loki some money.
"Get a cab son. I know you won't want to go to the hospital, being heroes. And thanks," Loki was moved as he took the money.
"Thank you Mr Shopkeeper. You're a hero as well. I hope you and Mrs Shopkeeper do very well. And sorry about the window," The boy said before picking up the girl and attempting to carry her to a main road.
"Where's your base?" He asked her, trying to find a taxi. |
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Post by Kamala Khan on Jun 28, 2014 8:28:05 GMT -5
The church started heating up. Kamala had even more difficulty hearing the people's voices now that they were raised. Most of the aggression seemed aimed at each other, the Christians being unsure what the best course of action to take is. "They have nothing to do here!" "They almost got priest Francis killed!" "They took down the guy with the gun." "For heaven's sake, they are only children." The factions were mostly -but not entirely- divided by racial lines: the Latinos were uncomfortable with the superhero pair while the black community was already forming a protective circle around the two children. The silent majority, the white Catholics, just remained behind, unsure what to do. In the mean time, Kamala finally figured it out. "You're... You're Loki!" Her voice was surprised, but not aggressive. This was one of the characters in her fanfics, in child form!
Meanwhile, Loki's word calmed the crowd. I'm helping. It was a powerful phrase. And to close the deal, priest Francis moved forward and declared. "Give the children breathing room. Go home. Let the church do its work!" That seemed to calm the spirits on both sides. As most of the crowd thinned away, the priest then moved closer to the pair and told them, "You seem to want to leave anyway. I'll make sure no one follows you. Just go through the back door." Kamala just nodded as the kid Loki picked her up. "Thank you." "You are welcome, brave child." And with the symbol that Kamala recognized only from movies, the cross that was presumably a blessing, the priest parted ways, herding away his flock so that the heroes could escape the prying eyes. Some of them worried Kamala. "Let's get the money back where it belongs." The Asgardian seemed to agree, and led the wounded heroine back south.
They reached the shop relatively quickly. Then, after giving the money back to the owners, Loki struck with a question. "Base? Stark tower is..." But Kamala caught herself. That was where the real Ms Marvel would go. But in her current shape, she couldn't afford to end up at the Avengers' base. That meant she ha to go home. But could she do that alone? Or did she have to trust Loki with her current address? He did save my life. But he was Loki master of deceit and disguise. Maybe he was just pretending to be a small, helpful boy to get closer to her. Maybe he's angry I'm a fake Avenger now. Did it matter? It wasn't as if the tiny apartment was her permanent home. Her family was still in Jersey city. If push came to shove, she could simply relocate.
This whole thought process took barely a few seconds. This was thinking under pressure, like in an exam, just a hundred times worse. But it was also one of Kamala's strengths. "Bronx." She gave him her address. "But I warn you, it's nothing glamorous." Then she saw Loki hail a cab. "Don't drop us off too close to the building. We need to get back in through the window." She wasn't quite ready to take off her mask, but couldn't enter through the main door as Ms Marvel either. Well, Arab Ms Marvel. Or whatever she was now.
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