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towerofanimus2012-07-02 04:08 pm
godofshawarma) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-02 04:08 pm
(Intro) I had to struggle to be gracious, now we can touch it, we can taste it
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 ]]
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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Not of Jotunheim, Ālfheimr or Hel. [ He tacks on simply. ]
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Pfffth! I can provoke who I want and you can't stop me, Kinniku
[At the guy's mention of Earth, however, Naoki frowns at the man's last comment, only to recall what had happened before he had come here as well. Walking in a deserted wasteland that was once Tokyo, split and bent upon itself, swarming with demons and creatures ready to tear him apart. Everything just waiting for a few humans to pick out their Reasons and to fight each other for it so that the Earth could be reborn anew. Yet he rejected all of those Reasons and fought for the return of the world as he had known it - both with the good and the bad to be found there. After all, Naoki's uttermost belief was in freedom. When he speaks again, his voice is clear, but it does carry some weight to it.]
My Earth was destroyed by Conception. I was fighting to restore it.
It was just a matter of time! We beat up Kagutsuchi before appearing here.
[It was her turn to sound sad - for she knew that that meant they wouldn't have seen each other after that. Demons weren't found in a restored human world as much. Of course that would have depended on many things that never came to pass...she sticks out from behind him and looks at them, only the top of her head visible.] So are who guys anyway? [Not that she won't stick nicknames on you. Sorry Thor but your name according to her was just Muscle Guy now.]
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Kinniku? What is Kinniku?
[ That is not even the point right now, Thor, get back on track. Which happens fairly efficiently after Naoki mentions the destruction of Earth. As Guardian of the realm, it is very much of interest to him, expression becoming serious as he asks. ] Conception. I don't understand. How could it have been destroyed?
[ The introductions are given more of an offhand, second thought comment. ] I am Thor, son of Odin, and this my brother Loki.
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You say your Earth, is that with the implication that there was multiple Earths?
This is about to get very confusing for everyone.
Blink. Blink.....Bink.
Yes, very good. Incredulously, he looks at both of them, as Pixie peeks out again, surprised about something Thor has said, as she whispers into his ear, looking at them as she does so, before bursting into laughter and falling on his elbow. Naoki seems more concerned than finding the entire situation funny.]
Hee hee! Looking at the both of you, the multiple Earths has to be true!
[Now that she has new insult material, she gets up and settles herself on the Demi-fiend's head, swinging her legs back and forth, quite pleased at this sudden turn of events. Speak about Conception? Naaaaah. Might return to it later if they press about it, but right now...oh right now this is much, much more amusing.]
Kinniku means muscle you big dope! It's so funny that you're suppose to be Thor because Hitoshura and I fought you...well another you in the Vortex World. Mantra Army? Might makes it right? You were one tough demon, but in the end you were no match for Hitoshura even with that giant hammer of yours. Liked you better with the cape and horned helmet mind you...
[Just look at the guy standing there, maybe standing at 5'11", looking more like a track and field athlete than someone who could beat you up in a fist-fight. Not only that but he...totally killed another you. And there was more. Loki was not going to be spared in this either.]
And you...you're part of our demon crew! Recruited you in Nyx's Bar...Maybe Hitoshura should bring him out, cause you don't look anything like him. No purple skin...and you actually wear some clothes too!
[This probably explains the massive blinking. Considering that to Naoki, the Loki he knows in the Vortex world looks a lot more like a Purple Fabio than a gentleman.]
You're so different.
[And yet he can easily accept this, knowing what he's been told by Lucifer. Multiple universes and worlds. All waiting for their own Conception so that their Ideals might come true. Perhaps somewhere demons wished to become guardians or...]
oh lordy :'D
Perhaps your fairy is ill or in some manner disturbed. I have never met you before now.
[ Spoken cautiously as his eyes narrow in inspection, perhaps sizing Hitoshura up a bit ]
Joy!
Thor and I are not demons, I can assure you that much, and as he says we have not met before now. [ A scoff, but it's tight, vexed, ] Those you have claimed to have met were at best imposters.
We are not such lowly beings.