nexus_sages | took a wrong turn at albuquerque

Loki can always appreciate the little nooks and crannies of existence, the in-between appealing to certain facets of his nature. How he found himself there wasn't so important as what he did there, and now he's sprawled in a comfortable lounge chair in the Forum. The shabby, shoeless god doesn't take long before he decides to put his own contribution out there.

"Let's set the stage, shall we?" he calls just before he leaps abruptly to his feet on the chair.

"Congratulations, you've won! You return from a great quest with the glory and the girl or boy or whatever you sought as yours. Hear the cheers of the crowd. Yay, you!" People near him might even hear that hypothetical jubilation briefly, an echoing illusion that fades as he waves it away. "Or maybe none of that, and you came out of it with a bit of personal satisfaction and a friend." (If one misplaced momentarily. Problematic, that.) "Things were going so well, and yet, right now, right now, you're waiting around for what comes after."

"You're as free as a bird, so..." He's made a switch to a more conversational tone as he drops back down into his seat. "What d'you reckon you'd do next? What story would you spin?"

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Loki, clever and aware as he usually is, doesn't entirely realize just how carefully she pays attention to him. It's certainly a practical trait given all that's gone down when he's been afoot in the past. Now, though, he certainly isn't anticipating anything but a bit of time stolen with his friend.

"Much exploration later, I think. Coffee, though, coffee has promise. Maybe... your place?" He imagines that she had to have some space here claimed as her own, exiled as she now is. Though, if she's not careful, she'll end up with a god crashing on her theoretical couch for a nap at some point in the near future.

That's the way of the supporting cast, God of Stories. You should know that. She watches, she waits, and she loves as best she can. It's what she was made to do. Stolen time is all they ever really had.

"My place?" She has to think about that briefly before she nods. She kind of has permission... it hasn't been revoked, anyway. "I'm staying with... a friend. But you might like him. He does magic. We have chao."

That's worth his eyebrows quirking up somewhat, but he doesn't question it aloud. There is so much to catch up on.

"Loki is a name well known for getting along with other magic users, I'll have you know. Very popular. Your roommate will be no doubt charmed." And one doesn't need to be a magical lie detector to know that untruth for what it is, especially given the wicked look he offers her. (Despite his jests, he has no intention of causing unneeded strife. It might just so happen anyway, mind, but he won't intend it.) After pulling a hand free, he snatches up his odd gold scepter to gesture grandly. "Lead the way, dear Verity."

Just what, he wonders, are chao?

((Want me post up something in her journal to continue, or...? I'm open for just about anything. A requirement when dealing with Lokis, I think.))

((Great question!

We could continue on in her journal with this, or, if you'd rather we'd summarize all the story telling and move onto something cute and dumb, that's fine, too. He'll be hanging around going forward like a stray cat.

Since you've been running Verity for so long, it seems fairest to default to your prefs.))

((Oh man Lokity cute times my one weakness! :D Sure, we can summarize things; she's met people and done stuff and went to fancy parties and she's met Steve Rogers three times and they're all awesome. Maybe start with his post-nap need to prowl her new place and make sure she's being taken care of properly?

Please don't feel like I'm the boss of all the Lokis or something, we're a team in this.))

((I am shocked, shocked that you might think Loki would be nosy and casually invasive. It's not like I'm already intending for him to make a point of checking out all of her new friends, too, or anything... uh...

So, yes, I'm totally down for that. Would you be up for setting the scene so I've got a good idea of what all he's prowling?

And no worries, I just wanted to be sure I wasn't cutting things short on you for a first thread!))

((Here, if it suits? It got kinda long, sorry.))

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