HERO
The price of freedom is high, and it's a price I'm willing to pay.
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Post by Steven Rogers on May 14, 2014 23:35:45 GMT -5
This was the moment Steve had been waiting for all afternoon. It took some effort and a very fortunate run in, but the plan still came together as though it were pre-ordained. Right now, four of the group set upon Loki, thinking him to be a defenseless child right for the robbing. They couldn’t possibly know that he was the trickster brother of Thor or that he currently had a super soldier watching over him.
Wondering how far Loki would hold up the helpless kid routine, Steve debated letting them start roughing him up or whatever they had planned and waiting just a bit before interfering. It was just a minor lapse in judgment fueled by years of memories. But dammit, Steve had far too much respect for Thor and he was actually going to try and set an example to this new Loki that being good and trustworthy had just as many, if not more, benefits than lies and villainy.
As the fourth man entered the alley, he wasted no time. Normally in such a stakeout you’d wait for the suspects to explain themselves to the bait, but Steve really needed to get things moving; he wasn’t going to be running around an entire city putting out these kinds of fires, so time was of the essence.
As quietly as he could, Steve slipped down the guard railing of the fire escape landing at the entrance of the alley and cutting off their escape route. “This is the part where I inform you guys about picking on people your own size.” The four turned their heads to see the tall blonde, their faces a mixture of confusion and anger at being interrupted. He was about to wonder whether or not they could recognize him by his face, but when the closest one rushed at him, he had his answer; either they didn’t or they didn’t care. Charging towards Steve the man threw his right arm aimed for Captain America’s face in a manner the proved he had no formal training in combat. In one fluid motion Steve leaned his body to the left and grabbed the man’s arm as it went by his face. He then used the attacker’s momentum to flip the man onto his back followed by a swift kick to the head, rendering the first member of the gang unconscious.
Steve then turned his attention back to the other three, who seemed unsure of whether to try their luck or run like Hell. Steve gave them a third option. “So, we’ve got some questions for you gentlemen.”
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ANTI-HERO
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on May 26, 2014 16:49:57 GMT -5
 Right. He was surrounded. Loki kept up the appearance of a boy, scared of the large men that had surrounded him. Ikol flapped above him, looking towards Captain America. Loki suspected that Ikol was preparing to tell him if he was going to be abandoned by the hero. Loki doubted that would be the case. You could trust the heroes, always. That was why they were here. To look up to. Like his big brother. The child had lost count of how many times Thor had saved him from the others. So in short, he trusted Captain America.
Biting his lip, the boy looked up with wide green eyes, doing his best to look as innocent as he could.
"What's happening?" He said, looking around at all their faces, apparently nervous. He was even starting to try and bring some tears to make him appear more terrified. But there wasn't any time for that because the blue clad hero arrived. Loki gave the hero a smile and thumbs up for his part before quickly using the fact that Captain America had attracted the attention of the men to slip out from their grasp. He smirked. If there was one thing he was the master of, it was deceit. These men hadn't stood a chance as far as he was concerned. He rushed towards the fire-escape and climbed up the first few steps to give himself some height which gave him a better view of the situation.
Catching the last of Captain America's fight with one of the men, the kid had pulled himself onto the railings and was resting there, looking out at them with a pleasant smile on his face.
"Like where's the nearest fish and chip shop, what's the best place to hang out, when should one visit the park, how one should dress for the day and why you got me into this alley." He said with a light tone, mischief glowing brightly in his eyes.
"I'll give you a clue on which question to answer, one of them isn't like the other,"  |
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HERO
The price of freedom is high, and it's a price I'm willing to pay.
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Post by Steven Rogers on Jun 11, 2014 20:29:00 GMT -5
It didn’t take much convincing for the fourth guy to talk. Guy one was so quickly knocked out that Steve thought maybe the second and third guys didn’t realize who had done it. He’d left the jacket used to conceal his identity on the roof since it was no longer necessary for reconnaissance, which meant the world known red, white, and blue uniform was plainly visible. But that didn’t seem to deter the two obvious 99%-ers from attacking him simultaneously. They came running at him from converging angles, so the first thing Cap did was make a quick jump back. Their trajectories lead them to bump into each other at the shoulder causing just the slightest of distraction; they quickly looked at one another involuntarily, as many people do when they bump into someone. That gave Cap the opening he needed to strike first.
He would later feel remorse for how aggressive he was with the two, but reminding him that they were mugging their friends, family, neighbors, and any other unsuspecting victim they could didn’t have Steve losing any sleep over it. The second guy, the one to the right, got off easy. Cap quickly used a forward knee strike into his gut, and with an audible “unf!” he doubled over which made him a perfect target for a quick left uppercut. He was going to have the mother of all headaches for several days and quite possibly might have received a concussion from it, but he would be otherwise fine. The third guy, the one to Cap’s left, fared the worst. He couldn’t get the hint from Guys One and Two that he was overmatched, and insisted on whipping out a knife. His obvious lack of criminal experience was evidenced by the fact that this blade was a simple kitchen steak knife, but given his appearance and the reports that these were just members of the community he was more likely to hurt himself than the Man Out of Time. The man lunged at Cap who seamlessly twisted his body to the side, much like his fight with the first guy. He grabbed the man’s wrist and in order to disarm him twisted his wrist, breaking it. Shrieking out in pain, there was more fight in the assailant than you’d expect from a rookie criminal, as he brought his fist across in an attempt to connect with Cap’s head. Stronger and braver men have tried to hit hard with less success, so this was extremely foolish. Steve ducked the blow, dropping his body down to the man’s midsection while maintaining his grip on the broken wrist. With his free hand, Cap began raining blows into his stomach. Each one increased in strength to the point that the guy’s feet were leaving the ground with every hit. After a dozen or so punches, and still gripping the broken wrist, Cap flipped the guy over him in a fireman carry toss. The man landed on his back and had no time to react as Steve’s palm went straight into his jaw, the force rendering him mercifully unconscious.
Standing up, Captain America clenched both fists and turned his head to the remaining mugger. Had he been the sort of guy to pay attention to these things, he’d have seen that the still conscious attacked had soiled himself watching the display. It was clear he was the rookie of the group, and he started blabbing immediately. He confessed that he was in fact new and that he only knew about a handful of guys and had no idea who or where the leader was. All he knew was that about six blocks down was a big box store and all their instructions and meet-ups happened in the back storage area. He begged Cap not to hurt him, and being the man Steve was, he obliged on the condition that the man turned himself and his accomplices in to the police immediately and share any information he could with them as well, but leave out the store for now. That would give Steve and Loki time to investigate the area themselves and hopefully find the leader.
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Why do people always assume I'm lying?
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jun 20, 2014 12:40:18 GMT -5
Loki was never one of those attack with all your physical strength guys. Neither then nor now. Sure he was stronger than most mortals but he wasn't Thor. No, the boy's strength lay in his mind and both he and Ikol were content to let the hero of earth battle this out. Indeed, while the mighty Avenger battled it out, Loki took a quick picture on his Starkphone. It was the aim of the young lad to do as Midgardians do and document his life's story in the wonderful and clear images that the technology afforded. He had been planning on taking a picture of Sutur when his plans came to fruition on Dark Asgard but it seemed that he would not get back there any time soon.
The child stopped thinking about that. He couldn't. What if he came late and Thor was dead? Everything would be lost. They couldn't get the best they could hope for. The best case where Thor killed the Serpent. Loki bit his lip.
"Ikol, it's impossible for me to not save the world, isn't it? Captain America said he'd live and he has to be sugar coating it because he can't... but he's alive..." The boy said to the bird.
"It could be, or you could come from different universes and in yours, the Serpent does kill Thor and is not killed by him in return," Ikol sounded displeased by this and Loki's brows pulled together.
"You are not a comforting bird," Loki muttered, watching the combat go on. It looked painful and he was grateful for being someone who did sneaky business.
Watching the fight, Loki was glad that Captain America hadn't decided to attack him. The boy suspected that his chances of getting away would have been little if he could only fight back. Thankfully words had been all that was needed.
"You ever get into any fights, Ikol?" Loki asked the magpie, which rested besides him.
"No. But I had my magic to defend me. Which you don't have," Ikol reminded him and the boy gave a nod, sliding off the railings of the fire escape that he was on. The fight had ended, leaving the boy with a bit of amusement from the fact that the remaining man had soiled his trousers.
Listening to what the man had to stay, he pondered on these words. Right, back storage room. They would need to find a way to get in without being noticed. Distractions wasn't likely to work so well. If they could come in from above, that would be good. Hm... He could get Ikol to scout ahead for them.
"Captain America, I know a way to find out about the area without us having to be there, if you give me a few minutes," Loki suggested and Ikol sighed, ruffling his feathers. It wasn't like the bird would have much choice in the matter.
"We can even start heading towards the building while I'm waiting for the result," A smile touched the lips of the young boy as he looked up at the hero.
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HERO
The price of freedom is high, and it's a price I'm willing to pay.
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Post by Steven Rogers on Aug 16, 2014 0:56:15 GMT -5
“If you’ve got something planned, Loki, I’m all for it. Reconnaissance is step one to any victory, in my experience.” Steve hated admitting it, but he was starting to enjoy working with Thor’s brother. Nothing could ever erase the harm he’d done as a villain throughout the years, but if there was more of this behavior in store for the future, Cap wouldn’t hesitate to consider him an ally.
“I just need to do one thing first,” Cap said as he began removing the civilian clothes he had on. Each piece removed revealed the very bright and very noticeable red, white, and blue uniform of Captain America. It would look pretty damn conspicuous if he were just walking around the neighborhood in plain view like he was planning to, but that was exactly what Steve was going for.
Steve always felt that the Captain America uniform was always meant to be a beacon for the Allies to rally behind; give them that extra morale boost to charge up a hill or take down an encampment. But after his legend began to grow throughout the War, he learned of a different benefit to the suit; the Axis soldiers became afraid whenever they’d see him enter the fray, even going so far as to sound the retreat. And the funny thing about soldiers when they retreat is that they always fall back to secure base of operations. This meant that the Axis soldiers would often lead the Allies right to their commanders. With most of the boys in this supposed gang appearing very green around the gills, Steve was very confident that he could get them running back to the man in charge of this whole operation.
Affixing his shield to his arms, Steve looked at Loki with a smile. “And if you‘re so inclined, I think I’ve got an idea on how to get at the person in charge of this whole operation.”
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Aug 20, 2014 3:32:21 GMT -5
It seemed that the hero was all up for any new plans and Loki smiled. He was actually being a hero! Like Thor! Things were working as he expected them to. It pleased the boy and he gave a nod.
"It's a spell but it'll give us some information," Loki said, even though the first part was a lie. His green eyes turned on Ikol and the bird ruffled his feathers, unhappily.
"First you make me look out for any danger and now you make me fly into it," The bird commented, unhappily. The boy raised his eyebrows at the bird and Ikol sighed. He knew he didn't have much choice in the matter. He had to keep up appearances.
So as Captain America changed, Loki crouched down and addressed Ikol who stood opposite him.
"Just scout ahead, find out if anyone is at home and if there is anything of interest. Then come back to us and report," Loki told the bird, making sure that his former self was aware what his task was. He didn't completely trust Ikol to do a good job unless the details were defined. Ikol seemed to have other thoughts on that.
"I know. I am quiet familiar with the idea of scouting ahead," The magpie said and with a flap of his wings, he soared into the air and went off. Loki stood up and dusted himself off - not that he had gotten that dirty from his brief period of sitting while he had spoken to the bird. Turning, he looked towards Captain America who was fixing the Shield to his arm.
For a second, Loki stared at the man and wondered how many times he had come into conflict with Captain America. He couldn't remember anything about his past life and now it was at this moment that he and this man (who was once his enemy - in a time that Loki could not remember) were working together. Had his former self ever thought this was possible. Would any hero believe that it could be the truth? Loki had been so set in his ways and had died to escape that. For a second, the boy felt uneasy. He was doing what the Loki who had burned wanted, he was changing. But that Loki would have still been evil, the child was sure. But he wasn't going to be evil. He was going to be good. Always. Lips pressed tightly together for a second in determination before he relaxed and eyes went to look at the red, white and blue hero who had started to speak.
"Ideas are my thing. Always best to have a plan, I'd say." The boy said cheerfully and truthfully. Plans with back-up plans and spare ones floating around for all eventualities. Not to mention those plans that suddenly sprang up on the spot as new information and schemey stuff became available.
"So, what's your idea, Captain America?" Loki asked, toying with the idea of just calling him Captain or Caps but disregarding it because he needed to make a good impression and formalities kinda helped with that. Not to mention that if he just called him America it would probably just sound plain weird. |
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