test drive meme: pre-game opening #1
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Loki || Marvel Cinematic Universe
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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.]
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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.
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[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.
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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/
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/
[Probably useless. Doesn't care.
Fires.]
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Do you think this the time for such matters?
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[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.
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[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.]
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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.
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.
<3 <3 If an awesome god commands it!
Oh Mai! <3<3 Loki is very new to me.
So's Clint to me! :D Voicetesting buddies!
Hosnap really? He's awesome!
/more grinnyblush/
<3!
>^•^<
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hope you don't mind!!
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!
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
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/
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?
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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.
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
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!
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.]
<3!
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you're an awesome Loki dfkhjk and i hope sherlock didnt say too much? D:
And yo are beautiful. Unf. Sherlock, gorgeous.
sdkgj gosh thanks ;~;
You're welcome!
feel free to unsettle sherlock in any way you want; just for future ref? xD;;
Will do! Not sure how to though. Loki will figure it out. Hows this?
its perfect omg ;;
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Oh this is the best.
it really, really is. thank you for threading with meeee
Thank YOU for tagging me. We need to do this again.
<3 OH WE WILL THEN i think i saw you around in memes?? ;;
You are welcome to tag me at any time, though I fail at slash, fyi. Also
OKAY same goes for you!! AND TELL ME IF THIS IS OK and aha oh god me too ;; also
OMG GLORIOUS. Sherlock you fool.
HE REALLY IS :| and thanks for the link! :3
No worries!
C: and I'm sorry for tl;dr-ing like...all my tags ;~;
I love TL:DR so no worries! <3!
<3! I know I've said this before but uggu I'm loving this so much.
So am I!
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BLARGH Sorry for the delay~!
I HAVE ZERO RIGHT TO COMPLAIN <3! I apologize for shitty tags;;
Pffft lies. Its glorious. <3
I fan girl whenever I see your tags, FYI. it's kind of a problem.
serfg zsugdf,zsugefm,svu W-what?! No! There's no reason to
Yes there is shhh