(Intro) I had to struggle to be gracious, now we can touch it, we can taste it

[godofshawarma]

Characters: Thor, Loki and YOU.
Setting: Dorm 2-04, and can probably be heard the next floor down because Thor.
Format: Whichever you're more comfy with~
Summary: Thor and Loki have a rather loud wake up. You should come tell them to shut up.
Warnings: None that come to mind~


[ The first thirty seconds Thor is awake are spent in blessed, blessed silence, eyes merely peering around at the corners of the ceiling as sleep paralysis takes hold, keeping the heavily confused god in place to adjust to the new surroundings. Well. As much as getting used to the ceiling counts for adjusting. But the moment that wears away, Thor jolts up in the narrow dormitory bed, head whipping around and eyes narrowed warily. He stands, moving cautiously to explore the new room in his white, spandex jumpsuit that makes him look like someone taped a bunch of milk jugs together, when he halts – spotting something of exceeding importance. That something may not be too happy when he’s shaken awake a moment later.

Hands gripped around the collar of Loki’s jumpsuit as he lies in bed, Thor near on throttles him awake, a growl on his lips as he makes demands to his not entirely awake yet brother. ] Loki. The Tesseract – what have you done with it? What new meddling is this?!

[ It’s not the worst awakening he’s ever had, but it is far from the best. Lashes fluttering for a moment as he finds the large face of his brother impeding on his vision and an inability to move his limbs; it’s with that that panic comes. A cold shot down his spine because they have been able to chain him but never truly bind him. Of course when this passes and he feels his limbs sag slightly when the atrophy-- or whatever it was-- seeps from them. It’s in this moment he doesn’t even bother with answering verbally, no, he just wants that face out of his face. Fist curling at his side he finds there’s no chains to bind him and instead he just aims a swing at the Thunderer. Stay out of his bubble. ] I know not of what you speak but if you do not remove your scruffy visage from mine own I will be forced to actually hit you.

[ A beat passes before he actually has a change to take guage of the situation-- what in the Norns was he wearing? And this room? It is not like the gold of Asgard, that much he was sure of. ]

[ Thor being Thor manages to lean back enough to miss the swing, but Loki’s front isn’t yet released. Whether he’s ready or not, he’s being yanked up into a sitting position by the larger, more volatile man, one hand releasing the strange fabric of the whatever it is to present the room to him. ] Does this appear of Asgard to you, brother? I’ll ask you only once more – what have you done to the Tesseract to have it react such? I’m not so dim as to believe you did not have a hand in this.

[ No, no, he is just dim enough to believe Loki is responsible for all of it to begin with, but what other explanation has he? Only an instant before, they had been on their way to return him to Asgard for judgment and punishment, only hours after Loki saw to releasing havoc upon Midgard. He wouldn’t allow his brother’s silver tongue to convince him otherwise. ]

Are you so daft? [ He snaps in a tone that clearly implies that, yes, he believes Thor to be that daft. ] If I would have summoned us elsewhere it would not be like this-- nor would I put myself in a room with you. [ If anything he would be just as inclined to drop Thor into a cell and go about his way. He had plans and white, uncomfortable jumpsuits played no part in them. ] I have not had a hand in this, if I did do you think I would degrade myself in such a way? [ Really, try and think of a time you’ve seen Loki in anything that was form fitting and/or white, Thor. He’ll give you all the years you’ve got left because you won’t think of one. Not to mention baring his own despised slim form around the golden prince of Asgard. It just made him want to punch him again for the sake of his simply existing. ]

Do not be an idiot, I know that is asking much of you but take a moment and look around. [ It’s then he tries to twist away from his grip so he could earn himself some well needed space. ]

[ There’s a sour sort of look on Thor’s face as Loki goes on his minor rant about Thor misassumptions and as bent as he is on ignoring the liesmith’s protests, much of it rings true – the setting, the room, the fact he is still well within reach of Thor himself. Had Loki the power to teleport them elsewhere mid-jump to Asgard, it would not be to a place he was so disadvantaged. Or... bizarrely dress. There’s a pause as he squints at him, allowing the man to yank away for the moment before he speaks. ] ...Very well. [ He’d accept the answers don’t lie with Loki for the moment, but the wariness of foul play is not yet dissolved. The hand returns to yank at the back of Loki’s jumpsuit, dragging him into a stand position, so convicted in the want not to let the trickster out of his sight.

He’s dragged close to him one last time for a harsh whisper. ] You will find your bind. You will replace them. And you will cooperate. Should you make a single step out of what I command, I will remind you of the difference in strength the Tesseract has left between us. [ Gruffly, he’s released, and Thor goes to pace alongside the bed, frustration with the situation evident. This is so far beyond Not Good, Loki free and a device of untold potential for destruction missing, with them in a strange place and Mjolnir out of sight. So, so far beyond Not Good. A cautious glance down to his clothing... ] And we will... relieve ourselves of such restricting dress. [ Srsly, this is getting awkward ]


[[ooc; expect tags from both Thor and Loki - if you'd like just one or the other, feel free to state it in the header :3 ]]

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[alwaysataclimax]

[To add to the racket of the bickering brothers, the door opens violently - kicked open by the person on the other side. A very irritated, armored, red and black horned fellow who barges in once the door's open.]

WHAT'S WITH ALL THE RACKET, HUH?! HAVEN'T YOU JERKS EVER HEARD OF TONING IT DOWN?!

[...rather hypocritical of Momotaros, but he's had a really bad month.]

[godofshawarma]

[ Thor nearly jumps at the sudden intrusion and the sight is enough to make him second guess his sanity. However, volume must be matched for volume, so he'll be yelling right back, in his skimpy spandex jumpsuit, looking like a weirdo ]

HAVE A CARE TO WHOM YOU SPEAK TO IN SUCH A TONE... DEMON. [ Whatever the hell you are. Seriously, what is up with the face thing. He'll just be... standing at the ready for some fisticuffs but looking so so confused. ]

[nodeviations]

Typically, Jay keeps...well, unseen, and doesn't like to get too heavily involved in the rambunctious goings-ons of the tower's residents. But as of late, he's been wetting his palette with gossip- the time without the network forced him to resort to his typical ninja tactic of eavesdropping. He's sort of learned the cycle of "people showing up", if it can be called that, and would have just passed on by if not for someone ordering someone else around. To say he was intrigued was a gross understatement- people rooming with others they knew wasn't common, and the heavy tones hinted that there was something quite serious about their being in the tower.

So, he very cautiously pried the door open, keeping his face as curious and concerned as he could fake. "Is everything alright in here? I heard shouting."

[godofshawarma]

The innocent and unassuming voice piping up from the doorway draws Thor's attention, and he blinks for a moment at the feminine seeming face poking from the door. There's a gruff sort of roll of a shoulder as he glances to Loki, fixing him with a glare that wishes to remind him of the last command given, especially now that there's a bystander present. Then back at the visitor, a monotone sort of detachment from the subject, commenting on it and moving on. "It is being handled."

Arms go to cross over his chest as he regards when he takes to be the girl. "Tell me, girl, what realm is this?"

[nightmareofdivinity]

[More? Fou-Lu is really starting to get frustrated with the amount of Endless in this place. The two of them might feel a great amount of energy approaching their room, and then the door opens cautiously. He doesn't want to disturb them but he does want to get a look at them.]

[... Welp. He just stares into the room.]

Wouldst thou mind keeping thy voices down? 'Tis likely those two floors up hath heard thy quarrel.

[Shakespeare in the park, meet Shakespeare in the park.]

[godofshawarma]

[ The build up of energy approaching pulls Thor's attention to the room's door and he's moved to hold hands clenched in fists, at the ready at his sides, before said door swings open to reveal a person looking much less threatening than he had anticipated. Hm. ]

It is well, then, that they do - we seek answers for our arrival here and would rouse every floor to have them.

[ Seriously, Tesseract missing is srs biz. And lack of clothing that isn't so skin tight is also pretty far up there, because come on, who doesn't look ridiculous in this? ]

[servessithis]

[All that racket is disturbing this vampire a great deal, especially since he lives on the same floor. And he was actually planning on sleeping tonight.

Vicente gets up and goes to the source of the noise, banging on the wall.]

Do you mind?

[godofshawarma]

[ The banging at the wall takes Thor by surprise and his head whips to inspect it. So there's more held here than just the two of them. That, or, it is the very well yelling at them. Which is highly unlikely.

Have a loud banging right back. ]

We do! Have you answers for us... good man? [ Good man, good wall spirit, good whatever you are. ]

[worldrestored]

[THERE WAS YELLING! Naoki was on the case. by which I mean he was passing by and curiosity got the better of him and he peeked in to see two guys arguing. Meanwhile both could see a teenager sprouting weird tattoos all over him.

Huh. Must be new guys. One of them seemed pretty loud too.]

[godofshawarma]

[ After the last gruff command given to Loki, Thor blinks away from him to give a cursory scan of the room, registering beds, desks, a door and -- an individual standing at the door. Oh, this seems promising... He calls out to him. ]

You there! Strangely marked boy! What realm is it we have been summoned to?

[theresnosuchthing]

[Enjoy a bit of creepy staring. But should you look at her, Kafuka will instant smile at both, as if there's nothing out of the ordinary with them, or this place or anything at all.]

You look

[dumb]

confused, are you new?

[bloodbrothers]

[ His lips pursed into a thin line, irritation apparent-- though it's more so directed at Thor than the guest, though as far as he knew she could be part of the reason they were here. ]

Yes-- do you get new arrivals often? [ There was a familiarity in the phrasing that made him curious. ]

[infernoandhearth]

Thor is, actually, really freaking loud, and Luke is still on edge after his powers going haywire all last week. So he notices the words being bellowed, 'Loki', and 'Asgard', and those definitely warrant an investigation.

Maybe if he's REALLY lucky, it's a follower, and he can get some food offerings. He is always open for food offerings. They are pretty much the best kind of offering ever.

Opening the door where the yelling originated from, he peers in, politely shifting to look around their visible age before they notice him, tall and redheaded.

"Oh," he says, upon seeing the jumpsuits. "You're new." He smirks, very slightly, from one side of his mouth. "I've heard you can find something less ridiculous to wear in the trunk at the foot of your bed, you know."

[godofshawarma]

Thor's head whips from where it is staring sternly at his brother, to the door, where a young looking boy stands, tall, scrawny and ginger. It takes a moment after his initial surprise to register the words, but as soon as they do, Thor's glancing around for said chest, going for it the moment he spots it, possibly half in the interest of getting there before Loki. And while he's happy with what he finds - his clothes, Mjolnir - the Tesseract is still missing. Reaching an arm out he pops Loki's open as well... Nope. Not there. He visibly deflates, looking to his brother. "It is not here."

But more to the point, this nice young man who pointed this out. Glancing over his shoulder, he offers a congenial smile, grateful for the advise. "My thanks, boy, you have been most helpful. Tell me, do you know of the reason we have been summoned hence?"

[brokenstove]

[Mami's all the way in the double digit-numbered rooms, you jerks. She's going to walk over, looking very much like a farmer whose sleep after a hard day's work has been interrupted.

Because, well, that's exactly what happened.]

Wha're ye goin' on abou' a' this hour? [She covers her yawn with one hand and blinks blearily up at the two - oh. They look pretty strong; at the very least, that armor says they're warriors. Probably army commanders?

(No, Mami, you're off base.)]

Can Ah help th' two o' ye?

[godofshawarma]

[ Oh, a person. That could be helpful. He ignores the part where he totally disturbed this person and goes straight to the question asking, a finger pointed at the girl as she enters the dorm room. ]

You there. Girl. What is the meaning of this place?

[cullionfish]

[The Condescension has encountered "gods" before. Rarely, if ever, did she find them interesting enough to hold her attention for more than a few moments, and her overconfidence rarely left her wary of any such beings. Besides, in the realm of the Tower, immortality meant little. That much, she had learned, and she had been reminded again of it very recently.

Its the reason that, when she rounds the corner to find Thor and Loki, she pauses to stare. She's fairly tall, easily at least seven feet high without counting the two large horns sprouting from her head. Though she appears to be an aquatic creature, she walks just fine on land, even with the huge mass of hair that trails behind her.

She's also armed with a large golden trident, decorated in tyrian purple gems like the rest of the jewelry that encrusts almost every inch of her. Royalty in the presence of royalty, though she hardly knew it.

When she speaks, she makes no secret of her status.]

Lost, gentlemen?

[godofshawarma]

[ As the hand released his brother, Thor's eyes raise to the sound of the door pushing open and he takes in the picture - a being of a species he's unfamiliar with, standing regal and imposing with hair going on forever and a gleaming trident at her side. It's bizarre, but meeting new and strange being is not something so far out of Thor's experience.

He has never yet met a woman taller than him and it is slightly impressive, as noted by the quirk of an eyebrow at her appearance in the doorway. But the tone is familiar and he takes it with respect, responding in kind, with an air of royalty in it, polite and noble in manner - no fists at the ready here like he had been to a few of the other intruders. ]

In a manner. Tell me if you might, milady, what is the purpose in our being brought here? And by whom?

[warriorscribe]

*The shouting match wakes Enoch from his light (always light) sleep. Groggy but rapidly waking out of necessity-born habit, he summons his armor, takes his Arch, and follows the sound of the shouting upstairs. Even though it dies down, Enoch doesn't take it as a good thing. He opens the door slowly anyway, announcing his presence with his voice before he has a view of the room.*

Is everything all right in here?

[godofshawarma]

[ Not many noises get past Thor and nor does the creak of the door as it opens slowly, his head raising from Loki as eyes narrow warily at the intruder, instantly on guard for whatever this place has decided to throw at them. ]

It is handled. Announce yourself, stranger.

[deathboss]

[suddenly, the party had arrived. And by a party I mean one Eikichi Mishina, looking like he was ready to rip off some heads from all the noise that had been going on. The two were faced with a six feet tall guy with an unusual amount of black makeup on his lips, eyebrows and fingers, and dressed in a weird outfit. Normally he wouldn't be like THIS but after seeing his three girls- Miyabi, Maya and Lisa, Eikichi literally felt like he could take on the world and was trying to keep the peace between the residents...

...Or you know, he was trying to sleep and you guys woke him up. Same difference.]

Hey! You guys wanna pipe it down?!

[Says the guy who is screaming like an idiot.]

[godofshawarma]

[ What... even are you, dude. Thor will squint at him for a long moment, up until the point he shouts, and then, oh hell no, this is now a volume match. He roars back at him, voice all commanding Asgardian Prince and warrior, much louder than he'd been yelling at Loki ]

We speak of issues of consequence to each of the Nine Realms! It is beyond your concern!

[sovietbear]

[Ivan was tired. It had been a rather long month--extremely long if one really thought about what had transpired the previous month. The bickering however, was loud enough to keep him from taking a nap, and he figured there were new people in the tower--generally the older people didn't make quite so much noise. He slowly moved to their room, to see who exactly was making the commotion, vaguely hoping it was someone he knew, but when he saw the pair he could tell it certainly wasn't. But he smiled anyway, tipping his head to the side] You should be being little bit quieter, otherwise you will be making some people very upset, da?

[godofshawarma]

[ Thor blinks at the door as it opens, watching the newcomer with wary eyes and taking in the unassuming manner. He's not shouting that they should shut up or threatening them and doesn't seem to be their captor, so he doesn't answer with hostility, merely speaks at a conversational tone. ]

We discuss something of dire importance. My apologies. How many more reside in this place?

→ Cont.

[bloodbrothers]

[ They had been informed of their belongings, the situation and the lie that Asgard had fallen and that they had been saved from it. He found fault in this, as did Thor, but speaking of it would gain them no information. He had his own ideas of who was behind this but he was not entirely sure if he should offer such information to Thor when it could come to put him at a disadvantage now and take away any leverage he might be able to use later. On the contrary if Thor had a more solid idea it would be easier to motivate him toward Loki's whims. He would think on it for the time being; having dressed himself in his Asgardian garb. There was a comfort in his dress but he does not allow himself to be cuffed or muzzled one more-- no matter what Thor had previously demanded. ]

I care not for this place or your manner Thor. I am not a slave and will not be treated as such. [ His teeth are bared in an irritated sort of smile, not at all pleased with how things had gone. ] If you request anything of me it shall be just that a request.

We are not on Asgard and you are not my keeper.

[godofshawarma]

[ A hand moving over the vambraces on the opposite arm, he lets Loki say his piece, though it isn't without a firm clench of his jaw, obviously in opposition to what's being said. Truth be it, not all of the frustration is due to Loki alone - half of it just from being in a strange place with no explanation, but on top of that, it's having Loki free in a strange place. He'd finally gotten hands on him again and the sudden loss of control is unsettling. He speaks low, but with a finality in his tone, turning to point an emphatic finger in Loki's direction. ] As long as I remain, Asgardian law remains, and you remain a fugitive. Even besides, how am I to be certain you will not murder me in my sleep, or harm any of the others here?

I will not have you running free as you please. You have given up that right.

[tortileghostwriter]

If you're quite done fighting each other, rather than applying yourselves to more constructive ends...

[13 year old blonde kid with an...echoing voice, to put it simply. And is his shadow moving? He'd heard the commotion from downstairs, and it hadn't taken long for him to get sick of it. Asgard, however...now that had him curious.

He crosses his arms, leaning against the doorframe.]

[bloodbrothers]

[ His attention is drawn from Thor to the new visitor, but the tone does nothing to dampen his annoyance. ]

This business is not your own, I would advice you to keep such quips to yourself, child.