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Loki
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jul 9, 2014 3:20:25 GMT -5
 The boy sat in the cafe. Today was not a day for being casual and avoiding the radar. He was dressed in his usual costume. The green tunic, the gold over it. A black hood clung to his head and a circlet rested above his brow. He was slouched on a chair, outside a cafe. On the table rests a milkshake - he had found out that he rather liked such drinks. There were a strange thing and something he did not have back home. But here they existed in their plentity. If that was even a word. The boy smiled at the thought and took a sip of the sweet liquid. There was no denying that he didn't fit in. The boy was obviously from elsewhere and someone with an average mind and a knowledge of those of Asgard should be able to place him among their rank. Anyone with a stronger mind (and perhaps a bit more knowledge) might be able to figure out by the horns on his circlet and the startling green of his eyes that this was a version of Loki. Indeed, he was Loki reborn.
Ikol pecked at the floor, not enjoying the fact that Loki was sitting, so at ease. It was Ikol that was the Loki that had burned, the Loki that had appeared to be brought to death when he had helped Asgard's enemies bring her to earth but yet turned to save them at the last minute. Of course, it was all part of Ikol's plan in the end. As was being what he was. Ikol was a magpie, put there by the child he was near. And Ikol was only in the mind of young Loki. Still, things had changed and Loki wanted to be anything but the former him that now resided in the magpie. Loki wanted to be like his brother, Thor. A mighty hero that always did what was right. Even evil couldn't last forever, it seemed.
But Loki knew something. The moment he had been pulled to this universe, he had been about to save his home and all the realms. The Serpent, Cul, had been about to destroy everything. And only Loki could help to stop him. He knew that the best they could hope for was the death of Thor and with that death, the death of the Serpent as well. Either way, Thor would die but Loki felt guilty for the action that he had to take. He had even asked Thor whether he would do the horrible to stop something even more horrible. A gloved hand rubbed his eyes. Now was not a good time to cry. He knew nothing was indefinite. Things changed. And change was meant to be good. It just didn't feel like it.
The magpie regarded the child with his beady, green eye. Ikol did not approve of the child's emotion. He knew that this was a strain, after all, he was the Loki that had been. He himself was not too pleased with what had happened. Now he had to come up with another plan although the child seemed to be having a good chance at changing opinions here. But what if he managed to take this child's form? He would still be here. And what about when he got back. Because being Loki he would get back. Even if he was with this boy's weakened powers... Still, when he got back things would not play out. He had already put his plan in motion. He would have to stop it and he would have to change opinions himself. This he could not have.
This situation was good for neither magpie or boy.
They wanted out. To be back into the world. For one so he could save the realms and be like his brother, for the other so he could get his body back and live in chaos instead of evil. Loki frowned, looking at his milkshake which was nearly empty now. And he felt sure that he should have been more productive. After all, he was trying to be a secret hero of sorts. Well, he was living in Avenger's Mansion and was trying to follow in his brother's footsteps. But still have the villains on his side, as Ikol suggested. That way he could have a better chance of finding a way out and saving everyone. It was a new world, after all.  |
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VILLAIN
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Post by Felicia Hardy on Aug 19, 2014 21:09:14 GMT -5
 Seriously what was it about coffee that had people lining up like addicts for a fix; agitated and tempestuous until they got their daily dose. A magical elixir that soothed the savage beast within, or kept you wired, awake and alert until your next crash when that 'craving' sets in again making you yearn for another. Nectar of the Gods? Felicia didn't think so, it was more like Heroine for the masses. Felicia never understood the allure of coffee no matter how much crap and sugar one put in it, it still tasted like crap to her, though she would never dispute the pleasant aroma of a freshly brewed pot had. So here she sat on one of the few times where she actually had time on her own to sit and relax, enjoy the day as the day unfolded. Nestled in a small quiet booth with a decadent drink of milk, ground vanilla beans and whipped cream...deelish! Secluded and nestled comfortably in her little booth with a black bound sketchbook in hand that leaned against one bent leg that was folded and stepped on the edge of her seat where she drew making a natural makeshift easel for herself, she sketched. A set of varying sized pencils were strewn on the table as Felicia sketched. Her eyes on occasion glancing up at the room and her subject just as her hand moved in stuttered strokes and back and forth crosshatchings and shading. Every now and again she would place the pencil between her teeth as she smudged and smeared some of the stokes to create more depth and shade. Her subject for the moment was an interesting one to say the least.Dressed in what could only be described as period garb the young boy had on a green tunic with a bit of the gold lining. A black hood clung to his head and a circlet rested above his brow. He was slouched on a chair, outside the cafe. On the table with him, a milkshake. The boy smiled at some thought and took a sip of the sweet liquid which was the scene Felicia tried to capture. It was an interesting dichotamy and in many ways what she was drawing out looked almost as enigmatic as the Mona Lisa. Ok maybe that was a bit of a stretch but there was something peculiar about the young boy. It wasn't just the period garb or the circlet, or even the milkshake that looked out of place with his attire, it wasn't even the small smile, it was an almost sombre sadness (?) within the boy's eyes or maybe sadness was the wrong word. Perhaps forlorn is a better description. Part of her wanted to walk over and ask what was up but the other half of her didn't want to disturb the natural picture and story unfolding. Every picture told a story, set a scene with one capture that would amount to a thousand words and she didn't want to disturb that picture perfect moment so she just continued to sketch and make her 'picture' right. Not everyday was about stealing or pilfering wallets, though give her time, she just might, but at the moment Felicia was simply out relaxing enjoying a life without Fisk and his goons. She was a free agent now and while maybe some people did not like the idea of being trapped here, Felicia didn't mind at all. Considering there was no Fisk to hunt her down, she rather liked it here and the freedom she now had. Taking a sip of her vanilla bean frapuccino as she continued to finish her sketch of the young man. Every now and then her eyes would glance up to ensure that she had gotten her subject just right. Call it the perfectionist in her but she was never satisfied until it looked as though the picture would 'talk' to you and almost seem to jump out in likeness of life. After having finished with her last touches on the bird, blending pencil marks and then texturing to get the feathers just right, Felicia sat back from her completed work and gazed back at the real life model comparing her drawing's likeness. Let it never be said that Felicia Hardy was a one dimensional cat burglar and thief. She had other skills and qualities. After all, part of an artistic eye and hand is the ability to capture the nuances of anything which as a by product included the ability to forge signatures and handwriting and the likes. It was a handy talent to be sure. But the perceptive eye also lent to an understanding or perhaps it was a just simple perception to the world around her or empathy. Either way, Felicia noticed the sudden frown on the young boy's face as he looked at his milkshake which was nearly empty now and whose face seemed to hold less joy than it did before. Well let it also not be said that she was not the curious type as Felicia closed her sketch book, tucking it beneath her arm as she gathered and placed her pencils into her satchel, grabbing her vanilla bean frapuccino and headed out towards the somber little man. "You know when I was a kid, I used to think I had magic powers and if I stared hard enough at my milkshake I could conjure more. Sadly all I got from that was blurred vision from focusing too hard, not to mention my milkshake got warm.." Felicia said coming up to the young man's table having noticed his frown as he stared at his milkshake. "Why so serious little man?"
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ANTI-HERO
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Loki
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Oct 10, 2014 16:29:00 GMT -5
Moping around was a very mind consuming action, Loki found out. His mind was pre-occupied with the ordeal of this whole things that he did not at all consider the goings on around him. After all, for a young mind, what could be more concerning than the sudden lack of the only guardian you had ever had (well, that Loki could deal with)due to the fact that you were trapped in another dimension as the play things of a mad alien with a load of seriously powerful gems? So moping was easy for the boy and it could take all his concentration. Perhaps they should make a sport out of it. Loki felt like he would win and this time he wouldn't even need to cheat.
It was then that he was approached by a stranger. Green eyes looked at the woman curiously as she spoke, the boy judging her somewhat. It was actually a common thing for him to judge. Seeing as he had no power but a lot of enemies, it was common for him to take such actions. It was better to have a harsher view of your situation and remain alive than to make no assumptions at all and end up suffering or worse. She seemed friendly enough. The magic was probably an off hand comment. In all fairness, she probably was telling the truth and the boy gave a little smile at the stranger for her comment. The idea of conjouring more milkshakes was appealing. They were such delicious morsels. Very filling as well, the lad had found and various sites on the internet said that drinking too much was very calorie adding. He could do with a fair few, Loki imagined.
"I think it would be a pretty useful to be able to summon milkshakes. It's a shame that no one seems to possess this power out of all those heroes and villains that are so abundant," The boy said with a sigh. Green eyes flickered to Ikol. He wondered whether the bird would know any spell that would help instead of Loki having to keep spending his gambled money on the sugar filled drink.
"Don't look at me," Ikol said, guessing the line of thought that Loki was going on and the boy pouted a bit. Ikol would have rolled his eyes if he could. How could this being be him, he wondered at times. The child seemed... so childish for lack of a better word. There was no denying that the magpie would be glad to get his own body back and be rid of this child. It would be nice to be able to live and be a god again.
"As for being serious," The boy shrugged and leaned back slightly, looking into the eyes of the stranger. She was beautiful, he noted. Blonde white hair, icey eyes. She looked like she could be as much a subject of art as she appeared to be an artist from her sketchbook and satchel.
"What is there not to be serious about? I am here and not home. I can try to forget it but never for long," He sighed and looked down at his feet. He had managed to clad them in trainers of a dark variaty with green highlights. He thought they were rather cool. His first pair of trainers.
"I suppose you have found something to be happy about," The boy asked, sounding sullen as he spoke, legs swinging slightly. She didn't seem to be having a problem with this place, like so many others. How where they all coping? Did anyone else have such a heavy destiny hanging over them? Did anyone else have to hurry back to save the world and watch their brother die? It was almost an hysterical thought going through the boy's mind.
"Sorry, that came out wrong," He said suddenly, realising that his words probably sounded wrong and he gestured to a seat facing him.
"I've just got a lot on my plate. We all do. Take a seat if you want," He offered, still not managing to sound upbeat but politer and kinder. A soft smile came onto his face, a smile of friendship. |
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Post by Felicia Hardy on Oct 11, 2014 2:42:08 GMT -5
"I think it would be a pretty useful to be able to summon milkshakes. It's a shame that no one seems to possess this power out of all those heroes and villains that are so abundant," The boy said with a sigh. It was hard telling if the young boy's sigh was one of blissful imagination of what could have been, or a sigh of disappointment for the fact that it seemed that power set was out of reach. Not to mention the dichotomy of ways in which a 'Hero' would utilize the power versus a 'villain' was too amusing. No doubt the proverbial hero would be using that ability to spread joy to little kids by feeding them while the 'villain' would concoct a some diabolical or twisted way to utilize that ability to kill a person or perhaps summon it from the inside of a person's throat...death by milkshake. Wouldn't that be a scene. Felicia smirked at the mental image of it but withheld laughing at the ridiculous thought. "Yeah, it would certainly have its uses depending on the person."Then Felicia noticed the young boy's vibrant green eyes flicker to well nothing in particular really but he just seemed to. "What are you looking at?" Felicia asked of the boy's off point gaze. Then conversations moved to the seriousness of the young man. "As for being serious," The boy shrugged and leaned back slightly, looking into Felicia's icy blue eyes. "What is there not to be serious about? I am here and not home. I can try to forget it but never for long," the young boy sighed and looked down at his feet. "Home isn't a place, it's a feeling. For some, home can feel like a place of comfort for others a prison." Felicia started thinking of her own home world where she was tied to Fisk unable to get free of the burden of debt to him. So Felicia didn't miss her home. "It's a state of mind. You can make this place just as much a home as your old one, if you wanted to. " she said speaking from experience. This was the first time in a long time she answered to no one, did what she wanted to and stole from who she wanted to. She dictated the mark, the time, the place. She was her own woman now who answered to no one and nothing felt better than the freedom of that. "But you shouldn't try to forget where you come from, good or bad." she said. For Felicia it was a simple as that and maybe what she said made no sense to him but to her it was perfectly clear. Home was more a feeling then a place and sometimes you feel more at home with a person then anything else. "Look you can choose to be miserable and pine away for something you can't control at the moment or you make the best of things.""I suppose you have found something to be happy about," The boy asked, sounding sullen as he spoke, legs swinging slightly. "No, not really. I just don't believe in feeling like life beats me down." Felicia shrugged. She was never one to ever feel the victim. "The trick is kid, you have to roll with the punches; it hurts less that way and you're guaranteed come back swinging." "Sorry, that came out wrong," He said suddenly apologetic as he gestured to a seat facing him. "I've just got a lot on my plate. We all do. Take a seat if you want," He offered, still not managing to sound upbeat but politer and kinder. A soft smile came onto his face, a smile of friendship. "Well you got that part right. Everyone carries luggage around with them. Some heavier than others." Felicia smirked as she took the seat across from the young boy, slinging her satchel on the back of her chair and setting her sketch book on the table as she sat before the young boy. "So, what's on your plate that has you looking like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders little man?" Felicia asked thinking his issues the more trivially as 'I miss my friends'.
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ANTI-HERO
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Loki
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Oct 14, 2014 16:05:03 GMT -5
The power of summoning milkshakes seemed to of vast importance in Loki's mind. It would be as great as Iron Man's suit, Thor's Hammer, Captain America's shield. All the things that one could simply do with summoning milkshakes. Smiling at the smirk that the stranger offered and her words, the boy's eyes glistened with amusement.
"One could summon a tidal wave of milkshakes for instance," He suggested, having put more thought to the idea. Ikol needed to have a spell for that! It was too amusing to be false. Wasn't magic all about making a lie and telling it so well that people believed it to be the truth.
But it seemed that Ikol had no answer to that along with the milkshake summoning and his gaze had attracted attention. Loki blinked, caught off guard for a few seconds before he put on a charming face for once so young.
"Oh, nothing in particular. I was just thinking about milkshake summoning. And if one would be restricted to one basic flavour or whether it would be possible to branch out and summon many different kinds of said drink," He commented, thinking quickly and now getting rather interested in this idea. With magic he just assumed one would have the be specific but was their a general and neutral milkshake that one could summon? He wanted to know!
Listening to the reply that he received about his seriousness, the child gave a small sad smile. It was a nice idea to think that he could build up a new home here. But that was all it could ever be. An idea. He was needed back home to save the world. And he could not remain trapped. That was not like him. Chaos couldn't exist in a cage. This had to be only a temporary place for him, even if he was enjoying the fact that hardly anyone recognised him as the villain. It was really like starting again at times. He was free to talk to others without worry that they would beat him up. A nice way to live in this in-between worlds.
"I found my home where it was. Maybe it wasn't perfect, but it was home. Family lived there." The boy sighed, thinking about what was considered his family. It wasn't perfect but it was all that he had. Like that show with the blue dog alien said, 'this is my family, it's little and broken. But still good.' Well, he could argue somewhat about how accurately that described his, but in essence, that was it. And where family (or in truth, his brother) was, that was where home was. Neither of these were here. He was just alone.
It was ironic that she talked about rolling with the punches. He wasn't good at that literally or metaphorically. He just ended up being punched in whatever way they could find to hurt him.
"I hate punches. Those hurt," Loki commented. Pain was not a favourite thing of his but it seemed to visit him more than it should. At least in his opinion.
"While rolling is more of an art to perfect. Something that I think I am far from." He added, almost sounding like he was talking about real punches rather than the metaphorical ones. Both of them where pretty tough and the boy could feel either, despite making plans to avoid such problems.
Watching the woman as she sat opposite him, the boy's mind chewed on the words that she offered him. Everyone carries around luggage. That implied she had some.
"Do you have baggage as well?" He asked, curiously as he considered her. "You don't have to answer it, though," He continued, not wanting to chase away conversation that might spare his mind from depressing real life. Then she asked what was causing him to look like that he was carrying the weight of the world and the boy let his eyes drop slightly and his shoulders sag.
"Back home, I was heading to visit my brother. He's a soldier. He was on the front line. He got shot. He was asking for me, they said. So me and my father were going to go and visit him, but now I'm here. That's why here can never be home," Loki commented, making up another story to cover up his tracks. He had such complicated reasons for being down but they weren't simple things to share with random strangers. Even if said strangers were very stunning as Loki found this woman. The hair alone was beautiful and thick. |
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Post by Felicia Hardy on Jan 10, 2015 20:56:28 GMT -5
"Oh, nothing in particular. I was just thinking about milkshake summoning. And if one would be restricted to one basic flavour or whether it would be possible to branch out and summon many different kinds of said drink," He commented, thinking quickly and now getting rather interested in this idea. He was actually sounding quite excited about this. In particular about summoning various flavors? He was a peculiar kid if Felicia had ever met one. Most would just stop at the thought of the summoning but this one talked about summoning a tidal wave of it and contemplated the ability to call upon various flavors as if the possibility of conjuring milkshakes was at all even a possibility of reality. Then again who was she to talk about realms of possibilities, she came from a place that had a green goblin and men that turned into sand so why not someone that could summon milkshakes on a whim. "I think that if one had to only have one flavor it should be Vanilla because it's a good base and really if you wanted you can create the other flavors around it." Felicia said in a matter of fact manner. She couldn't believe she was talking about milkshake summoning but then again this was a kid she was talking to and well it be more surreal if she were talking about bank heists or the state of the economy. All things considered this was normal kid speak right? She really couldn't be sure, her childhood wasn't exactly classified as 'normal'. Discussions of the boy's seriousness though elicited a small sad smile making Felicia very curious about the source, but then the young boy started to talk a bit more. "I found my home where it was. Maybe it wasn't perfect, but it was home. Family lived there." The boy sighed. Felicia nodded, understanding that bit. "Her father was her family and when they took him away, it didn't feel the same no matter how much her mother tried. It didn't feel like home without him. So maybe there was a bit of a flaw to her logic. There were some family members you just couldn't replace or bring with you even if you tried. Their discussion on rolling with the punches brought on an amused smirk from Felicia as the kid confessed to hating punches. "No one likes getting them, but you lessen the blow and the pain if you roll with it."
"While rolling is more of an art to perfect. Something that I think I am far from." He added, almost sounding like he was talking about real punches rather than the metaphorical ones. " I've had to take my fair share so I've learned the art of dodging and rolling." Felicia replied with an enigmatic smile. "I can show you if you like." Hey it was a life skill people should learn. Never know when that would come in handy. Sitting across from the young boy, Felicia could tell there was something on his mind he wanted to say as testament to him chewing on his lip. It was probably in reference to her comment about everyone carrying baggage around. "Do you have baggage as well?" He asked, curiously as he considered her. She should have known a question like that would come up, why wouldn't it? She practically was the one to bring it up and in saying everyone had baggage that implied her. " Well I said everyone didn't I?" Perhaps her reply was a bit too frank, or snippy. She hadn't intended it to be but in hindsight it did sound kind of short. For that Felicia apologized. The kid didn't deserve her reflex annoyance, after all she set herself up for that one. "Sorry." short but sweet. "You don't have to answer it, though," He continued, making Felicia feel a bit bad for snapping. Yes even the cat burglar had a heart and snapping at little kids for no reason didn't exactly bring pleasure to her. She was a villain and a thief not a cold hearted bitch. Then he spoke again. "Back home, I was heading to visit my brother. He's a soldier. He was on the front line. He got shot. He was asking for me, they said. So me and my father were going to go and visit him, but now I'm here. That's why here can never be home," the kid commented touching a nerve on the otherwise reserved thief. She normally didn't offer much of her history, much of herself but something about the kid's story maybe? She wasn't sure but something made her talk more openly. "I suppose..." she looked down at the napkin before her, folding it and pressing it into predetermined ways. "That makes sense. Home was never the same without my father either. It didn't matter how nice the house, how great the city was, it always felt lacking." she nodded in agreement as she continued to fold the napkin. "But thinking about things we can't change isn't going to miraculously bring us back to our family, it only reminds us of what can't be and that helpless isn't something to dwell on. I'd rather look at the things I can change and affect." she looked over at the young boy as she changed the little napkin into a origami frog. "The ability to make the best of what we've got, like the napkin...It's not much, but work with it and it has the potential of being something better..." she pressed down on the back end of the paper frog and then smiled when it leaped over to the young boy. "It's crappy what happened to your brother and I'm sorry that you're here, but you have to make the best out of this, otherwise you're just like *that*..." she pointed at the other napkin, unfolded that fluttered away taken by the wind to land on the ground and then inadvertently stepped on. "Personally that paper frog is much cooler." Felicia said taking the paper frog back and then pressing on the back of it again to make it jump once more towards the young boy as smile of amusement at it. "Do you know any origami?"
NOTES: Even villains have their quiet moments of vulnerability. Apologies for crazy delay. also in case one is not familiar... ORIGAMI JUMPING FROG  ![]() |
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