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assguardians.
assguardians.
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Seems like a good place to hole up.
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Then shall we? [He heads off first, moving quickly and quietly.]
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The buildings rise above them soon enough and Steve frowns.]
We should barricade ourselves in one of the upper rooms. We can't be surprised from outside that way.
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Looking up to the buildings, Loki's head cocks to the side.]
Aye, but the problem is getting up there.
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[Steve heads up to the door of one of houses, knocks and patiently waits for an answer. When there isn't one he tries the knob, locked. They've yet to meet anyone that lays claim to owning any of these houses and Steve can only feel so bad for ghosts in the wind.
Without much debate, he brings his shield down on the door handle and busts it off; the door swings open easily and he steps into the dark, dusty room.]
Hello?
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No, but they do have blonde fools like you in Asgard.
[He follows after, hand lingering on one of his knives.]
And a broken door is harder to barricade.
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[Honestly, he has no idea if that's true but he'll stick up for his teammates.]
Not really the door I had in mind anyway. We can push something heavy in front of the stairs and do the same to a bedroom. I get the feeling these things aren't the smartest and they aren't very mobile.
[He takes the opportunity to poke in cupboards for food and, like he had at the last house, wrote a note detailing everything he'd done so far. He then directs any bill to be sent to SHIELD. Once this mess is over he'll take care of it properly.]
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Even so, another barrier is always wide against a horde. If they number enough, anything else would fail too quickly.
[Loki moves through the rooms quietly taking in note of furniture, toys scattered over the floor and family photos. His attention falls on the picture of a man with a round face and greying hair and a little girl with a big toothy smile.]
Found anything?
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We needed in. [He shrugs. It's over and done with now. He hadn't seen Loki offering any opinions.] There's plenty of furniture.
[Steve sorts through the cans of food. He's not terribly picky. It can't be any worse than the C-rations he'd been issued in the war. Fire is out of the question so he's looking for things that can be eaten cold.]
There's a decent amount of food here.
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Good. I'm assuming your strength comes at a price similar to Thor, correct?
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[Steve really isn't irritated. Loki is speaking his mind and that's better than lies and trickery.]
It does. My metabolism burns four times faster than the average human. It might have slowed down some. My abilities aren't the same here.
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[He makes in interested sound as he follows the blood trail past the kitchen towards the back rooms. Peeking inside a room he see's the grisly remains of the homes occupents.]
You are not alone in that I am afraid. [Loki returns to linger in the kicthen doorway, face bland and calm.]
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He stacks some food on the counter, enough for both of them, with his metabolism considered. He doesn't know how much a god eats but he's guessing about the same as a normal human with the comment about Thor.]
Your abilities are different?
[He'll drag the table shoved against one wall in the dining room back towards the front of the house while he's listening. Steve flips it on it's side and shoves it against the broken door. It won't be heavy enough itself and he turns to shove the couch between the legs.]
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He enters the kitchen, moving to study the food, gaze flicking towards the note. He picks it up and crumples it.]
That will not be necessary.
Different? They are addmitedly lesser than they should be here, mores the pity. [He doesn't offer help, simply opens the cubboards, looking for things they could use as supplies. He finds a first aid kit and sets it beside the food.]
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Do you know of anything that can affect your powers like that?
[He leans around the corner to look in the room that leads to the garage. Aha! He disappears for a moment and returns with a backpack, which he empties neatly onto the counter. He stuffs the food and the first aid kit in the now empty backpack.]
Should go upstairs and get settled in while we still have light.
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None that would go to this kind of trouble to kill me.
[He eyed the scattereditems that Steve discarded with an arched brow, dipping to retrive a fallen flashlight. He flicked the button. It still worked. Turning it off, he nodded.]
That we should. Lead the way.
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Steve checks the locks on the door leading out to the garage and the back door before heading upstairs. He does glance back, still a little paranoid at having Loki following him around and glances into one room, then the next. Before picking a back room away from the stairs to drop the bag in.]
That first bedroom had a dresser that should be heavy enough to block the stairs.