CLOSED. SOMETHING'S COMING.

[selfimage]

CHARACTERS: Loki & Verity

DATE: Backdated to Dec. 10th

WARNINGS: Whiners

SUMMARY: It's about time that Loki got yelled at.

[ there wasn't of a way around this, and Loki couldn't continue to avoid it.

instead she took her time, used up her excuses, and finally made her way to Verity. tracking spells weren't difficult, and tracking Verity was a simple exercise among ones that seemed more difficult than not. honestly, time away from Michel would be good—she had left the task in a few capable hands, after all. they'd live without her. the runes were strong, and between both Ahad and Thor, they could figure out how to bludgeon Michel in the face with a hammer.

beneath her arm is a garment rolled tightly with twine. she had to tuck properly to get the half-stuffed animal not to look completely awkward. it was a token scraped together for an unintentional apology, one that she neither wanted to give nor wanted to face, but here she was. there Verity was.

her knuckles hover before she raps on the wooden door of the inn's west-side bedroom against the gnarled, shapely wood. ]

Verity?

Comments

[selfimage]

[ it's hard to explain, but stuff like that is always hard to explain. ]

I—come again?

[ okay, that sounded downright weird. ]

No one was organizing Acts of Vengeance 2, were they?

[ as in: who's bright idea was this? she hopes—hopes—it wasn't hers. ]

[burdenoftruth]

I don't know. It could have been vengeance against the Red Skull, I guess.

[She shrugs a little. She supposes it's a little hard to explain if you weren't there, which apparently this Loki was not.]

Um, Red Skull was using Charles Xavier's power to create hate waves, and spread them around the world. Magneto showed up to recruit you and Doom to help stop him.

[selfimage]

[ it's either Loki's hand that meets her face or her face that meets her hand, probably somewhere in between. she caresses her dark eyebrows, massaging them in a slow circle. it's wonderful to know what you have to look forward to. ]

Red Skull was ... ugh—what a mess. Doom was involved, too?

[ her face looks three points past unamused. ]

Tell me there was no Osborn.