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towerofanimus2012-05-15 06:25 pm
lord_of_misrule) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-15 06:25 pm
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Character(s): Loki, Vincent and any roommates (3-18)
Setting: Dormitories, 3-18
Format: Either
Summary: Loki tantruming and harassing anyone unlucky enough to be his roommate.
Warnings: None.
No one in the hallways were the remotest bit toward any degree of being helpful. Loki had tried teleporting to return home, to return anywhere, even (ugh) Midgard and nothing. He had even tried astral-projection to communicate with anyone at all, even (ugh) Thor. Nothing! The headache-inducing blandness of the architecture and stench of the place screamed mortal influence but the creatures weren't humans, not all of them. The collar was a vexing thing in itself, though less humiliating than the costume he had woken to.
Thankfully the chest held his clothing and helmet and Loki felt remotely more like himself as he stalked the hallways. Outright confronting people had not worked for him and when he had calmed down enough he took to silently investigating. Nothing at all, no clues besides those two useless (lying, he was sure) notes and the absurdity of his name being by a certain prison cell door along with three other names, to match the three other beds. It was a prison cell he was certain, for he wore the collar and the accommodations were more stark than the dark side of a distant moon.
Loki returned to his cell with a glower and darkening mood. His next plan was to further investigate his trunk and check in to see if his cellmates had shown up or not. With this course of action in mind he silently opened the door and stepped inside.
Setting: Dormitories, 3-18
Format: Either
Summary: Loki tantruming and harassing anyone unlucky enough to be his roommate.
Warnings: None.
No one in the hallways were the remotest bit toward any degree of being helpful. Loki had tried teleporting to return home, to return anywhere, even (ugh) Midgard and nothing. He had even tried astral-projection to communicate with anyone at all, even (ugh) Thor. Nothing! The headache-inducing blandness of the architecture and stench of the place screamed mortal influence but the creatures weren't humans, not all of them. The collar was a vexing thing in itself, though less humiliating than the costume he had woken to.
Thankfully the chest held his clothing and helmet and Loki felt remotely more like himself as he stalked the hallways. Outright confronting people had not worked for him and when he had calmed down enough he took to silently investigating. Nothing at all, no clues besides those two useless (lying, he was sure) notes and the absurdity of his name being by a certain prison cell door along with three other names, to match the three other beds. It was a prison cell he was certain, for he wore the collar and the accommodations were more stark than the dark side of a distant moon.
Loki returned to his cell with a glower and darkening mood. His next plan was to further investigate his trunk and check in to see if his cellmates had shown up or not. With this course of action in mind he silently opened the door and stepped inside.
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