test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

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___test drive meme: dead weight edition. Step 1 → Post with the character and journal you're wanting to play. Leave the message blank with your Character's Name | Character's Canon. Step 2 → Other people respond to your thread! Fight zombies, deal with the "fictional character" news, whatever you please. Step 3 → ??? Step 4 → PROFIT! Step 5 → Spread the word! Bring a friend! Make a random announcement on D_M! Get this post to crack the hundreds! It doesn't matter if you end up apping or not! This is a place of fun and meeting new people before the waiting!

Text somewhat shamelessly stolen from assguardians.

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Loki || Marvel Cinematic Universe

[rockofages]

[coffeemugsmash]

[ The whole "fictional character" thing was a little lost on Thor. To humans, he was a legend. And they had made up quite the stories about him, his family and his home. That thing with his brother and the horse was a bit odd. He could handle the zombies. Fighting was always thrilling against any monster. And these were in large enough number that it made of for their lack of strategy and intellect.

But what he could not deal with was the idea that this was some how a punishment. He'd been exiled, again. This time to a world which he possessed little knowledge. And for reasons he could not fathom. He had stopped his brother's army. He had helped to save Midgard. What could he have done?

For this reason, he had hardly uttered a word, wrapped up in his own mind since leaving the room in which he woke. ]

[rockofages]

[Legends indeed. It was amusing at the least, the ramblings or primitive mortal minds when they saught to explain the universe around them. He'd laughed at many of them and scowled when he fell from Trickster to villian in their fiction... And then he'd done it on his own.

And now he was here, stalking through the brush like a ghost, his weakened powers making him a shadow rather than simply an unseen presence. God he may as well be, but here he had no desire to risk attack from the shambling undead.

Looking away from the path ahead he found a sight he prayed he would not see, but hoped for none the less. Thor. Thor looking as wretched as he felt and closed up to the world.

Loki fell still and watched.]

[coffeemugsmash]

[ Thor was just standing there, the ground littered with undead around him. His armor and bare arms were smeared with grime and blood. It looked as though he'd killed them all with his bare hands. Which was the truth for the most part.

The thrill of battle had been a small reprieve from his thoughts. But with nothing left to fight, there was no distraction. He had no power, but he had his armor. This alone perplexed him. His hammer had been in the room with him, but he could not lift it. Just as before. He could not call a storm, nor could he summon his full armor. The wounds received from his fights were faster to heal than that of a human, but nothing like was accustomed to. He was stronger than he'd been upon his first exile. It didn't make any sense. Why was he being punished? Was this some lesson his father sought to teach him? And what would become of his brother, left in the hands of those who fought him?

He looked up from the bloody mess of his hands, to see his brother standing there. Was he seeing a ghost? Loki was on Midgard, his army defeated. The sight shocked him so deeply that he had no words. He could not move. He could only stare, trying to work out if was he was seeing was real. ]

[rockofages]

[When Thors gaze fell upon him, Loki let his megere veil drop away, allowing him to become solid.

He himself looked battered and bruised, covered in filth from his clashes with the dead. Loki's gaze fell to Thor's hands, bruised and smeared with blood.]

No hammer?

[That surprised him more than anything. Thor without Mjolnir, a perplexing sight and oddly worrying. He'd hoped his brother would at least be fighting fit, all the better to aid Loki's chance of survival.]

Strange for you, Thor.

[coffeemugsmash]

[ When Loki became more solid it hit harder than as if he had vanished all together. He was actually there. He wanted to hope that his was perhaps Loki's lesson, and not his alone. But some how it did not feel that way. Seeing his brother there should have filled him with hope, but it only weighed upon him harder. ]

I cannot lift it.

[ His tone were meager, and weak. As though it took a great effort to admit such a thing, and had very little strength to voice it. ]

[rockofages]

[Loki frowned, dark brows drawing together sharply. In any other place he'd be overjoyed to hear such a confession from the almighty Thor. It was something he burned for as he fell through the void, but here?

Hearing it put something cold in the pit of his stomach. Thor could not weild Mjolnir, Loki could barely manage the most simple of spells... They together were weaker than they should be. This would not do.]

You cannot. Well... At least I am not the only one here that is a shade of what they should be. [He wants it to sound victorious, at least a little vicious. Instead his words seem almost concerned.]

[coffeemugsmash]

[ This news did not weigh well upon him, adding to the burden he already shouldered. If Loki were always without power, then they were both in exile. But it still did not answer the question of why.

Moving slow, as if mired in some unseen muck, he started toward his brother. He wanted to be hopeful that this would be a joyus reunion. That they would join forces and take on this world and its monsters together. But their last parting had left him with a knife in his side and little hope that his brother could be properly reached through love or reason. ]

Then we are both in exile, together.

[rockofages]

Exile?
[Loki's head tilts, his attention still upon Thor's hands. His gaze flicks up to meet Thors, his own eyes cold and distant even has he bears a twisted hollow smile.]

Did you not pay heed to the information given to us? Do you not still carry with you the garb and markings of the son of Odin?

[His last clash with his brother had been vicious, striking Thor in the side with a small silver blade. He'd shed a tear, but still he was unsure what he was grieving.]

Exiled I may be cast out as I was but you remain the golden child of Asgard it seems.

[antivillain]

[He's been saving his arrows, not wanting to waste them on creatures who just pull them out with whatever parts get stuck and keep moving; but is starting to wonder what he's saving them for.

He's sees Loki and—

dropping his gun whipping out his bow having an arrow knocked, drawn and aimed at Loki's head almost before the bow's done unfolding

—knows.]

\o/

[rockofages]

[And he has been doing his best to survive, to establish his intentions. What came before is irellevent now... Unless you're Thor.

He see's Barton at the same time, going still amongst the shadows and does little more than stare at him.]

Still holding a grudge?

_o/

[antivillain]

You think?

[Probably useless. Doesn't care.

Fires.]

[rockofages]

[Loki may be lacking his strength, but he's still fast enough to catch the arrow with ease. He snatches it from the air.]

Do you think this the time for such matters?

[antivillain]

Do you care?

[Fires another arrow, but this one on a trajectory past Loki's head. It sinks satisfyingly into a zombie, who staggers back, though less satisfyingly survives.

Barton uses his bow like a bludgeon to take the knees out from another one, and rolls away from yet a third to scoop up his gun again.]

Surely these things can't affect you.

[rockofages]

Under the circumstances...

[Loki moves to slay the walking corpse, using the arrow in hand to shatter its skull.. Retriving the other projectile, he spins to another, stabbing through it's eye socket.]

I would rather not risk it. [Don't think he is not aware of your movements.]

[antivillain]

[Hates the thought of working with him voluntarily—

because that's actually how it felt last time. No matter how much he's told it was brainwashing or not.

—but has to admit the odds are suddenly less on the side of his immediate death.

But is death worse than slavery?

…Y'know what, if anything he's heard about zombies

(thanks for another gap in the training, Chief)

is actually true, then their lifestyle sounds a smidgeon worse than what Loki might do.

Or maybe that's self-preservation talking. Hard to focus on the—

(there goes another three)

—theoretical, slightly future danger when you're staving off

(oh, did that one actually hurt? good to know)

—visceral imminent undead danger.

But with Loki… can they actually perhaps clear this hallway?

But then what next, hrm…]

You are glorious and should be proud.

[rockofages]

[Loki loses himself to the fight. He has to stay sharp to stay ahead. He has no idea how weak he's become in this place. He moves fast and fluid through the clumsy opponents but even so, one pair of fumbling hands manage to grab his arm and pull.

He hisses, more from surprise than pain and wrenches himself away, hearing the creatures arms snap as he did.

Loki's shoulders brush against Bartons quiver as they face more of the dead coming their way.]

Survival, Agent Barton. That is what matters here and now. The chances are better together than alone.

hope you don't mind!!

[speculates]

[ Sherlock will be disregarding the entire strangeness of the current situation, of waking up somewhere completely unusual, being told he was fictional of all things (an insult, really) instead simply directing a carefully analyzing gaze at the dark haired man not far away from him.

And to his most utter annoyance, he could only deduce a handful of facts about him, without engaging in conversation. Which only caused for slight suspicion.

Not that the side-eyeing and scanning Sherlock was currently more than a little guilty of doing wouldn't cause any questions. ]

8DNot at ALL!

[rockofages]

[Loki returned the observation with one of his own, a small smile playing around his lips.

The man looked mortal, rational and wouldn't stop staring at Loki like he was a puzzle to figure out. That amused him more than anything else.

The trickster god tilted his head.]

Can I help you?

kjdgh yay!! :'D

[speculates]

[ there was a handful of people, a mere handful,

He saw people as open books, wearing their entire insignificantly dull lives on their faces, clothes, postures. Some were puzzles, sure, but real challenges were difficult to come by. Rare.

It was more than just irritating that this man was one such puzzle. It was also, equally as exciting; the mystery drew his interest like a moth to a flame.

And he wasn't going to leave until said puzzle was solved. ]

Yes. [ It's an immediate answer, as soon its asked. Pale eyes barely move away from the other.

This one's posture? Suggests pride, comfort. He's smug. At what? It's like he knows Sherlock is trying to figure him out. ]

Who are you? [ A name. That was the standard start, wasn't it? ]

\o/

[rockofages]

[The other seemed frustrated. Perhaps he thought himself a reader of people, someone who could see and discern with a single glance.

Woe to him that he now stands before Loki, a master of a great many things. He raises a brow at the quick answer and gives the other man a warm smile.]

Luke. [A lie, but Loki was the perfect liar.] And you?

\o/

[speculates]

[ Normally. He could.

The warm smile is answered with a brief twitch of the corners of Sherlock's lips.

Of course. Names hardly give you anything. They were just names. He needed facts. ]

Mycroft Holmes. [ A lie of his own. Whilst he had no reason, none he could see or deduce anyway, that the man was lying, he also had little reason to believe he wasn't. And besides, this wasn't the first time he'd impersonated his brother.

Oh of course. He had an idea. ] So what do you think of what we were told? That we're simply from someone else's imagination?

[ Sherlock didn't buy it. It was a ridiculous insult. But this wasn't about him right now. He was sending out small tests. Gauging reactions.

what he really wants to do is start shooting off relevant questions. ]

This is glorious. Already.

[rockofages]

[A twitch. Oh he didn't like being deprived of his answers did he.
Loki doubted the name given was any more honest than his own, but he nods just the same. He makes his manner nervous, glancing away with a half there smile, fingers twitching as he shifted.]

Aha, yes that. It's an interesting theory, at best. It does make one question the occurences in their life. [ Unless you were him of course. Loki knew better. Loki was a God and the idea of people telling stories about him and claiming them myth? He was used to that.

But this fellow seemed downright insulted by it. Proud, demanding, clever. Oh this would be fun.]

Yes. So much. <3

[speculates]

[ no, he didn't. deprivation and sherlock never went together well.

his eyes narrow, just a fraction, as he is careful to catch each movment. he turns his head, just a slight bit. ]

No, it doesn't. Unless you're insecure, or more generically, plain and susceptible to whatever creative story some automated woman's voice tells you over a phone about your existence. [ oh yeah. he was insulted. ]

[ a beat. one thing he can say of sure. ] You don't believe it either.

[ the nervous twitching should tell him otherwise, but some hints of anxiety you couldn't fake. that's the thing about sherlock. he doesn't hope he's right. he is. even if he isn't a rarity.]

<3!

[rockofages]

[One wonders how he'll deal with Loki in the long run.
He watches the other take him in, suspicious from the get go. When he speaks, Loki grins, a genuine expression as his body falls still.]

Not at all. I know well what I am. As you know well what you are.

[But could you figure him out, Mr Holmes? He wnated to see you try.]