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nerd baby ([personal profile] selfimage) wrote in [community profile] epidemiology2016-10-16 01:42 pm

CLOSED.

CHARACTERS: Loki & the people who put up with him
DATE: Around the beginning of Perdition's Rest
WARNINGS: BE CAREFUL, but I'll add anything if it comes up.
SUMMARY: Shenanigans.

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conqueress: (appraisal)

[personal profile] conqueress 2016-10-16 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Perdition's Rest is vast, sparsely-settled, and wild. Curiously, Dany feels more at ease here than she did in either Nalawi or Zeta-12. Perhaps it is because their hosts seem so human, but there are familiar elements to banditry and to large beasts that stalk the sands beyond their civilization, as well.

The first time Drogon had landed in the middle of the town square, nonchalantly holding a charred limb of what had once been a giant lizard between long black teeth, the townspeople had scattered, shouting curses, some of the trigger-happy inhabitants reflexively pulling guns out of holsters. Dany had run to him to show the Qorral that he was no threat--for now. The sight of the dragon caring little for the presence of a small woman had stayed the gunfire, though Dany had seen shutters thrown open as people rushed to windows to gawk at the commotion below. When at last he'd had his fill of the meal, Dany had vaulted onto his back and left them all behind, knowing well that she had just seized the chance to demonstrate her strength to their new hosts. Strength (and notoriety, it seems) are among the currency here, and she must be quick to capitalize.

It's near evenfall now, and she sits with Loki in what might have been an inn, were they in Westeros--but that is not all, she suspects. Some of the laborers here are dressed in such a way that it accentuates their forms, and she has already seen some guests vanish discreetly into the shadows. There is much to watch, and still more to hear, and distantly, Dany wonders with some amusement what Ser Barristan would say. ]


Paper is not the stuff of games. [ With slight reluctance, she tears her gaze from the bar when Loki's question reaches her, the strains of what must be a bawdy song weaving comfortably around them. His fingers are far more nimble than fingers have the right to be. ] But you mean to teach me otherwise, I think. [ She smiles in invitation, deceptively sweet. ]
Edited 2016-10-16 22:44 (UTC)
mistruths: (05)

Re: LOKI.

[personal profile] mistruths 2016-10-17 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's surprised that Loki would take such a risk, taking him into his confidence when their last conversation didn't seem to have inspired anything at all like the sort of trust this shows.

Then again, it's only an apple. And there's so little he would gain from revealing it that he does nothing but let out a breath, amused despite himself, as he walks over to the fruit seller.

And if in the motion of examining a few apple-ish things of his own, one happened to vanish beneath his fingertips, well who's to say what truly happened? He wanders off, falling into step beside his other as they walk down the dusty streets. ]


It's odd how similar they are in shape, when they are so different to taste throughout all the Realms.
apoptotic: (007)

[personal profile] apoptotic 2016-10-17 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ what anakin needs, anakin carries on his person. the remaining ration capsules sitting clipped to his belt. a rebreather in its pouch, useful in water and toxic fumes. small miscellaneous medical and mechanical supplies. the silver and black lightsaber once present in triple form in audentes ( since reduced to two. )

not necessary: the leather cord from which hangs a ring like an amulet. it sits hidden largely from view under his clothes, only the cord visible around his neck, the image of his wife in the ring pressed to his breastbone, as close to his heart as he can carry her.

what else he carries is the heaviest of all: memories and recriminations, guilt and shame. they sit around his shoulders like a leaden cape. he can no more rid himself of them than he can rip padmé's photograph from him. his has been a more solemn countenance than ever, more feral, more given to cutting. he needs proofs now more than ever: reassurances that his trust isn't misplaced. and he needs to act, to move — so when loki makes the suggestion, anakin seizes upon it greedily.

still wearing the atrocious poncho ( the long robes having been left behind ), anakin lifts his eyebrows.
]

I do, actually. Most of the time it's away from you.

[ loki is a friend.

ergo anakin can be an unrepentant ass.

~friendship~
]
figureitout: (◐they're trying to catch you)

[personal profile] figureitout 2016-10-17 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ perhaps someone only passingly familiar with Stiles would find his quiet during the carriage ride strange — well, "quiet" in the sense that he asks nothing of the destination of their trip, doesn't question the decision to head deep into the desert... not that the threat of the bandits is in any way real, not in present company.

the ride seems to take forever and a half, but when the carriage stops and stiles steps out, it feels like they've arrived on Tatooine: Luke's description of "if there's a bright center to the universe, you're on the planet it's farthest from" sounds incredibly accurate, only substituting "planet" with "place". but then, it seems to have been Loki's idea all along.
]

Ha, ha, hilarious.

[ he wishes his flat words sounded more weighty, less like they're crumbling away, disappearing into the sand surrounding them, but it's the way things are with Loki; everything that isn't him, his words, his gestures, they seem to pale. they're less real, almost as if screaming at the world, I exist more than you do, I am more.

he wishes it was easier, to forget his new mentor is human and god at once, the dichotomy of it almost suffocating — someone who finds it just as easy to banter about pop culture as to speak about metaphysical levels of magic Stiles has no hope of truly ever comprehending.
]

Yeah, I did. [ homework or not, he isn't about to half-ass something as important as this; the symbols are etched inside his mind, glowing bright every time he closes his eyes. ]

I could draw them for you, but — [ a wave of his hand; not the smartest move, to start drawing magical symbols in the sand just for the sake of it. ]
dailydouble: (pic#6379793)

[personal profile] dailydouble 2016-10-21 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Would that be considered a luxury?

[ There's very little question about that. There's little point in coffee machines when Ahad could simply turn water into coffee, if he wished. ]

I suppose I could find work, if we find ourselves that desperate.
dailydouble: (pic#6323402)

[personal profile] dailydouble 2016-10-21 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Of course Loki does. Ahad suppresses a sigh. ] Perhaps we may make use of that skill, if we find other options...lacking.

[ He does pause to raise an eyebrow at Loki, at the hat comment. ]

A hat and nothing else? I suppose that would appeal to a certain type.
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[personal profile] dailydouble 2016-10-21 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a pause. It's not a significant one, but it is long enough for both of them to process what Loki has just said and examine the implications.

Ahad is slightly amused, but his tone is very neutral. ]


That would be bad for business.
Edited 2016-10-21 02:30 (UTC)
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[personal profile] dailydouble 2016-10-21 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Is this simply jealousy, or a misplaced attempt to guard my welfare?

[ The more Loki pursues this, the thinner the line he's decided to walk on becomes. It's as if Ahad hasn't decided whether to be offended or not. ]
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[personal profile] dailydouble 2016-10-29 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I could hardly give or deny you permission to feel what you will.

[ if he's being honest about it, what Ahad's truly feeling is uncertainty. Jealousy feels too close to possession, but why would anyone be jealous over something they know he gives freely? ]
conqueress: (wine and chill)

[personal profile] conqueress 2016-10-30 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ There is a heaviness to the air, it seems, tinging all that is done around them with a seductive quality.

Loki explains, and Dany pays exceptional attention, following his fingers as much as his rules. He will find that she is always attentive--observant, after years in silence and docility demanded that she sharpen other aspects of herself--and when the proposal comes, she cannot miss the significance. They are both in a place of pleasure, and exchanging their pauper's share of coin would be meaningless when already they must pool it. ]


Are you baiting me? [ The empty card box lies discarded between them, and for a moment, the middle of his forehead makes a tempting target. ] You are, [ she accuses playfully, sliding her cards closer; there is yet hope that she will decree something. ] You are baiting me.

[ But the notion leaves a pleasant, heady warmth all the same. This time, she does not trouble to ascribe the feeling to drink. ]
Edited 2016-10-30 10:09 (UTC)
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[personal profile] mistruths 2016-11-05 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
I suppose I shouldn't be.

[ The apple(?) reappears in his hand, Loki casually polishing it against his tunic before sinking his teeth into it. Like the appearance of the fruit, its taste and texture is just barely similar to that which he's used to, enough for familiarity to sink in, but different enough that he's curiously rolling the bite over his tongue a few times before swallowing. ]

A distorted mirror for all things, throughout all the worlds? I would believe it.

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