towerofanimus | 01 - That's great, it starts with a Q&A, smog and sky, a dark tower...

Characters: Loki and hopefully someone else, otherwise this log? Pretty sad.
Setting: Floor Four.
Format: I'm fine with either.
Summary: After the Q&A session, Loki is looking for things. The big one's seeing if he can spot a tree outside, but people to pepper with questions also is on the to-find list.
Warnings: Only that I like terrible puns and so if the thread ends without me finding a way to make one I'd be surprised.

He wished that one of the windows could open. Loki had even tried them all, finding no latches, no hinges, nothing which indicated that they could. If they could, for now at least the method of opening them was beyond his ken. For now. Not that Loki was sure, yet, what he'd do if they could. After all, his brother was the one who could fly, not him.

Thor...the fact that he had yet to show up worried him. Was he dead? Possibly, but that didn't worry him terribly much. Dead meant little. The reason Loki was here now, standing in a glass cage, was because his elder-self had died at least twice that he knew about and managed to come back from the dead. They all had died at some point. But missing meant more.

Like how Yggdrasil was missing. To be fair it had been given a fixed position by Thor (where was he?), and so it could simply be somewhere else on this world. But then there was Canada and the fact she found it odd...granted, on Midgard, Yggdrasil was in Oklahoma, and Loki knew that qualified as the middle of nowhere as the people of Midgard were concerned. But it was hardly subtle. Even if she hadn't seen it in person, she'd have seen a picture somehow...right?

Questions. He had no answers and many questions, such as, said in a bit of a sigh, "Is there really nothing out there besides clouds?" So far the answer to that appeared to be 'no,' and he likely was wasting his time, but still leaned against the walls for just a bit longer in the hopes of seeing something. A branch of the world tree, maybe, or birds, or maybe a bit of weather. Thunder, maybe.

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"There was an accident." Ragnarok sprang to mind, but it seemed...undiplomatic to mention that in mixed company for a number of reasons. Among which was the fact that the Warriors Three were all conspicuously absent. "It got better. My name is Loki."

She fell silent for a moment. Loki? Why would someone call their child that, out of all the available names if it had to be such a pagan name - not that she minded the stories or her own past, but it might give the child trouble if they wanted to rise to some kind of position. Not that this guy looked like he wanted that.

"Why?"

"On what part? If you are referring to the 'it got better,' it's because my brother is exceedingly stubborn." Frustrating at times, but a good thing, really. If he weren't, Loki would be far more distressed about...well, everything. As it stood, he had no doubts as to his brother still existing, the question was more 'in what condition' or 'is there anything in his way.'

"Your n'me." She cannot really introduce herself before having figured out what is up with this guy. There is always the decision between human and nation name.

"Oh, well, I thought it would be impolite to not offer one." He offered her a smile. It was intended to be earnest and reassuring, but smirked a bit more than intended. (Loki had changed many times throughout his...and his elder-self's...existence, but one of the things which remained consistent was his tendency to smirk.) "And awkward. Imagine speaking with someone else and having naught to describe me with save 'a lad' or 'some person'."

"Did you choose 't yourself?"

And then she remembered that it was very bad manners to not introduce herself, even if she was not sure which name would go over better. In the end, the human name would be the safer option. "I'm Bengta Oxenstierna."

"Oh, no. It was given to me. I've also gone by Lock..." Technically Serrure, but that was only because the people who had heard him give a name were all French. "...if that would be easier to remember...that, I ended up picking." In a sense. Technicalities.

"What 's yer race?" Because being direct about things just is the best option sometimes. Too many words make it only confusing and have the tendency to cause even more misunderstanding and embarrassement.

"Asgardian, of course." There was a brief pause. "Or a half-giant, if you wish to get technical." There was a second, longer pause. It occurred to Loki that might be a good opportunity to get a burning question of his, at long last, answered. "Perhaps you might know...for some bizarre reason, when I said I was an Asgardian, mortals wouldn't accept it. They called me a troll. Would you know why?

It was a serious question. Rather unimportant given current end-of-the-world circumstances, but it would be rather nice to have an answer.

Her eyes narrow slightly. "People h're?" She has only met that male Denmark and the female Norway so far, and they would know that all of this depends very much on... everything. Loki is just a very shifting character, fitting his personality and abilities. But at the same time, while looking strange and his tales sounding somewhat skewed, he also sounds close to the 'real thing', or what she would expect at least. A bit young looking, maybe, very green. Not that that has any meaning with him.

The answer was important though; she didn't really know enough about those people's backrounds to draw conclusions about their thought process.

"Oh no, hardly. It was back on Midgard." He paused for a moment, remembering: uploading pictures, them asking how he faked it, him insisting that it was real, and they always ended with calling him a troll (of all things) and assuming that he was lying. Why did it always end with people assuming that he was lying? That idiot said that he knew why, and...Loki suspected that he did.

"I was uploading pictures of Yggdrasil to the internet and people said I was...trolling when I said they were real. I was, and am still tempted to say screw it to the entire mess, but I hate to leave a puzzle unsolved."

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