drybones | test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

[Loki releases Sherlocks arm when he stumbles back. No crack, no real damage, just winded. He sighed, irritated at the way this place held him back.

He meets Sherlocks gaze with an amused smile of his own, pleased to have sparked a reaction where the other failed. Proud, arrogant, stubborn, angry. Was this man also childish in his anger?

But there was defiance too. No fear, which if anything endeared Sherlock to him. Oh what Loki wouldn't give to have the sceptre returned to him. This man, this clever man could prove so useful. So entertaining and such fun.

]

Ah, ah. But that would end the game wouldn't it? [He laughs a little more watching the other struggle to simply breathe.]

You've got all these clues, my clever Holmes. Can you put them together? [He says, offering his hand to help Sherlock stand.]

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[ well, it was lucky for Sherlock that this one had his powers limited. Not that he knew it, but if the hit was a tad harder? There would've been that disgusting sound of cracking bone.
His jaw set, as he could finally take a deep inhale, stare unwavering.

The game was still on.

His eyes flicker over to the offered hand. Generally speaking, it would've been easier to accept it. Would've been easier to actually get up, to stabilize himself with the help. But it would be adding insult to injury. And Sherlock's own ego couldn't afford said insult.

So he rises on his own, avoiding the hand on principal. His movement is still unsteady, and there's an unpleasant rasp in his throat. And yet he straightens, spine stacked

A flinch in the form of a blink, a twitch of his lips. 'my clever Holmes'. It almost made it sound like if the other man could, he would have his control over Sherlock. It set him on edge. ]

The name you gave me. Luke. It can't be far from the real name, given how high you value your own being. So, gods whose names start with 'L'. Isolating anything from Christianity, no offense. Disregarding any minor gods-- and before you say so, thats not a complement.[ his eyes narrow again, head tilting as he scans the other over.] Lugh, the Celtic solar deity. Or Loki, the trickster god.

Luke is closer to Loki. Your skin is colder, which would techinically fit the myth of you being son of Laufey. [ he pauses, before adding, for the sake of his argument, and perhaps maintaining his grounded view of the world:] All hypothetical, of course. You could have had precise defense training.

[He watched the other stand, refusing the hand Loki offered. Oh very good, very good indeed. Proud, stubborn, defiant and willing to dig in deep for what he wants.

If Sherlock wnated to keeping playing, so would Loki.

Listening to the others reasoning, arching a brow at reference to Christianity, smirking at the dig at Minor deities.

The reference to Laufey however makes his smile grow cold and hard. Well then.]

But of course, purely hypothetical.

There is no way a god of any kind could exist in your stable little world where the rules are known to you and you are the best player. [Another chuckle before he pauses, looking Sherlock over with an intense kind of speculation.] One wonders though, how well you could bear having those rules broken?

[ An exhale. Well, at least right now, breathing wasn't exactly...boring.

But as said earlier, once Sherlock enters a game, he won't just back off without even some form of victory.

At the hardening smile, he can't help arch a brow, suddenly willing to let that smugness of his surface.

He realized this man (?) could actually hurt him, but push for push? Nevermind the fact that Sherlock was getting some sort of thrill from this game, despite all his glares, and even discomforts. ] Did I hit a nerve, Loki?

[ But that self-assurance is quick to waver at the inquiry Loki offers. He peels his gaze away, instead for a brief moment casting a glance around them. At the very least, there was no sight of the undead.

He swallows. ] Precisely. If gods existed, it would a completely different world. Science would be answered with miracles, and logic would hardly be useful when everything can be explained by simply blaming -- or calling -- to the so-called higher powers.

[ a beat.] It's ridiculous. [ though there's another pause, as he directs his attention back to the other. A snort. ] And let me guess. You're going to take a go at breaking those rules.

[ the diversion is used only to keep himself from focusing too much on the possibility. Though their entire situation was already pushing it. The walking corpses? Though truth be told, not even Sherlock could know his reaction if what he was certain of about his world was suddenly....wrong. Doubt was not something often felt. He'd like to keep it that way. ]

[The smirk, did he think himself victor now that he guessed Loki's name.]

Not a nerve.

[A lie but it was no matter. He see's the tiny falter, the swallow.]
Magic and science? Are they really so different? The application of knowledge put into practise so that we may see the world anew.

You assume the gods care to answer you.

[Loki grins. Why should he attempt to show what he could conjure, weakened as he was when pushing the other intoa corner was so much fun?]

Running from the idea, are we? Is it really that bad to find you were wrong? [Loki sets his hands behind his back.] Is it not said that knowing how little you know is the best way to understand all?

[ in this case, it was small victories at a time. ]

Of course not. [ its a quip back as his tension does not recede. ]

Magic is an impossibility. [ can he really afford to think otherwise without compromising his comfort?] The world needs precision , facts. Its made of equations and connections and links, even if most are too dull to see them. Why should I believe differently?

[ A mild scowl. ] I don't assume the "gods" care, because there are none. If they existed, I would know. [ such confidence in his abilities. ]

[ he doesn't answer the last questions. He was running, but he wouldn't admit it, would he now? And yes, it would be so bad to be wrong.] I know what is relevant to my needs. I don't claim to know everything. I see, remember, acquire new data--

[ he cuts himself off , choosing to take another diversion. Another idea.] Can you prove it then? What you are. [ perhaps if he tempts him--

He steps forward, closer, on the edge of invading Loki's space. ] Prove me wrong, Loki. Show me how little I know.

Is it? And you would know this how?
[Loki smiles, mad gleeful joy in his eyes. How hard will you cling Mr Holmes?] Can you say you know how a thing works or how it would not when you are utterly ignorant of it?

[His grin grows sharper.]

And how would you know of this?
[He didn't need to admit, Loki knew well enough that he was scrambling for whatever purchase he could find. The shift in gear doesn't surprise Loki, the tactic was often his to use though he did it with far more elegance. The look he gives Sherlock is almost affectionate.]

As you wish, Sherlock Holmes. [He lifts his hand a gently touches his fingers to the others temple, quickly summoning what magic he could.]

Don't forget to breathe. [Loki casts his spell with a flex of his fingers sending memories, all the images, sensations, sounds and smells of Asgard, the AllFather, Thor, the Bifrost, Jotunheim and Midgard in it's infancy. All the things people would recognise from his myths.]

Because I -- [ he had replies, retorts, more quips and rushed phrases ready on the tip of his tongue.
But how did this man see right through him? Through his stoic demeanor, picked at his doubt.
At first, his brows draw together at the look he receives. Endreament - the word passes through his mind, and his own expression shifts to that of confusion, suspicion, irritation all at once. But when he senses, more than sees, the rising hand, his reflex is to cant his head back slightly. Away.

He flinches at the cold touch.

Images. There's a rush of them, of things that look like memories, feel like memories even if they defy all logic -- they're played within his mind. It's an overload, an assault to his senses and he numbly realized why Loki reminded him to breathe --

Because he couldn't. Eyes firmly squeezed shut as his own hand jerks up to the other's, closing around the wrist as he attempt to drag it away from -- to make the rush stop.
But that thought, of wanting the connection to be broken only lasts for a moment. Whilst his grip doesn't fall away, eyes snap open as he forces himself to take in a gasp. Pupils dilate, he stumbles.

What did he just see?

It was just the slightest touch away from being too much. Too much to accept, too much to understand. There was no device, no human who could communicate images like this but --

It was also on the brink of thrilling. If he could show him this, what else could be shown?]

That was -- [ what do you know. You've stumpted him speechless. His response is a stare. There's a spark of doubt, disbelief, awe within it.

He wanted to see more. He needed to understand.
He knows he should turns around and run if this really is the God of Mischief. But he can't. ] What else?

[He saw because he's had over a millenia to practise, he saw because lies are seeing through them in others is his trade.

Loki watches impassively as his memories assult Sherlock, the mortal struggling to handle the impressions filled his senses. He smiles, approving with a hungry grin when the other doesn't break away, but sees.

He lets go and watches patiently as the other stumbles, speechless and in awe. There's a certain high to having that effect, to breaking the barriers of anothers world and there and then he rides the high.]

Yes?

[The smile he gives is all teeth.] You'll have to be more specific, Sherlock Holmes. There is so much out there than you cannot imagine.

How do you feel?

[ Assault is right, and it takes Sherlock longer than he would have liked to recollect himself.

The rush is -- incredible. Disorienting, numbing, but heightened.

And the high is far greater than anything else he has tried. It could easily become an addiction.

His gaze flares. The moment of hesitation -- he should be cautious, he shouldn't be so brash -- passes quickly. There is a possibility of seeing more.

He is driven by the urge to understand and is almost derailed by the question.]

What -- I'm fine -- [ not like cares much about that - about the daze, his head swimming. ] How much more?

[ hold on. The gears are turning: ] -- You're not human. [ he will perhaps, perhaps, accept the possibility now.

The fact that his world was turning upside down hasn't yet dawned on him. ]

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[Loki almost hums, he is that satisfied. The transfer sometimes was more than others could take, but to those that could would sometimes find it addictive indeed.

When Sherlock asks about more, Loki laughs and steps away hands raised.]

An entire universe worth of knowledge, Holmes.

[He flashes teeth and he gives Holmes a lean and hungry grin.]

Far from it. You were correct in your estimation, mortal.

I am Loki.

[ an inhale; deep and steadying. his eyes wide, and if he was paying attention to the man in front of him before, the attention doubled.

first, this wasn't a man. not human.

not human was usually impossible. in sherlock's mind, it was still something he couldn't fully accept. but all the facts were there. and after all other possible explanations were isolated, the one that's left, no matter how absurd, must be the truth. isn't that what he thought?

his gaze turns sharp, but there's something of a satisfied smirk that passes quickly. ] Loki. God of Mischief.

[ he was correct in his assumptions. yes, well, that was usually the case but why was he having trouble accepting it now?

he doesn't trust this one. he doesn't trust anyone, but especially someone with a trickster's reputation. but -- ]

And yet you were dumped here with all us mortals. Insulted?

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[Loki was at ease under the others scrutiny.

No, not human, not at all. Not even close, but something far more.

His brow raises, his own smile self satisfied.] I am indeed.

[And he would be more one way or another, but all in good time. Now he had to figure out how to make use of you, dear Sherlock.

It was wise to distrust Loki, one didn't gain the title of Trickster by being honest and without guile.

Loki chuckled. This man was prideful, poking at Loki even now. ]

I have bigger things on my mind than the mortality of my current company, Mr Holmes.

[ oh of course. Sherlock has already understood that his glares do little. Which was honestly fine by him. He will continue it nonetheless.

There's a new curiosity to him, sparked by the other in front of him. He still knows he wants to see what's out there. Although technically, would that help him in his other cases? Perhaps not, but this...this was too interesting to brush off. This was a new challenge. Could he really leave it be now?

And chances are, if he were tempted with more information, he would allow himself to be tempted indeed.

And just what use would Sherlock be to the god?

A blink, a tug of a smirk. ]

Oh, of course, I understand completely. Bigger worldly standing, bigger problems. [ oh yes, he was poking fun at you. Again. Because his depravity knew no bounds. ] Must be difficult.

[A new game with new rules. This Holmes was at least aware of those fables that mentioned him but what would he assuem and what would he know?

None the less, Loki could sense that this man could be lead along to the ends of the none Realms and back were his curiosity suitably teased.
How far could he push this man?

A relaxed shrug, completely at ease.]
Perhaps not what you think, Holmes. Less problems... [His grin becomes almost sharklike in its ferocity.] More oppertunity.

[Good. He liked them bold.]

[ Sherlock had to dig into his memory well enough to recall the mythology. He knew of it simply because once, he had come across it in a case. Somehow, the information hasn't been deleted yet, and apparently, will only be expanded on now.

And the answer to that question, to how far Sherlock can be pushed, is...how far is someone able to push? The prize dangled must be substantial, something he is intrigued by, some puzzle, perhaps. So to the Realms and back...is a surprisingly likely possibility.

Sherlock forces his posture into relaxation as well, hands going to fold behind his back, chin ducked lightly into his scarf. Gaze remains glued to Loki.]

Opportunity for what? [ and rather than waiting for an answer, cryptic or straightforward, he offers his own speculation. Naturally. Even if it's a broad one..] To showcase your power?

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