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ataraxionlogs2013-06-20 03:01 pm
justabitoffun) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-06-20 03:01 pm
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OPEN.
CHARACTERS: Loki, and open
LOCATION: gardens, library, or hallways (passenger's quarters).
WARNINGS: PG-13 at most
SUMMARY: Loki wanders the ship restlessly.
NOTES: can take place any time this week.
The garden was Loki's favorite place upon the ship if for no other reason than it was easy to loose oneself in the vast array of flora and quickly become isolated. While the entirety of the ship was, technically, large enough to do such nearly anywhere on board the plant life was considerably more appealing aesthetically and he ran less of a chance of getting lost within its confines. If his magic gave out and the corridors changed on him then he would be trapped as helpless as a human which thought did not settle well with him. Not well at all.
So, he spent much time in the gardens roaming about, keeping an eye on others who'd taken residence there but typically keeping his distance from areas he knew they frequented. It did not always keep him from occasionally running into another person when they also felt the need to explore further within the deep foliage.
When he wasn't in the gardens he spent his time among the myriad of digital media and mourned the lack of any ancient texts. Or any paper-fashioned books in general. New or old. How he missed the formidable libraries of Asgard with their dizzying amount of physical texts to be perused, from ancient scrolls to stone tablets to delicate journals and everything in between. But the digital media would have to suffice since it was all he had here. And while much of it was useless and pointless occasionally one could find the god shifting through a basic science text or listlessly reading up on various musical fashions of old or, on the rare rare occasion, viewing a documentary of some questionable interest. The kind of questionable interest that meant historical value but nothing of anything too useful since anything of that sort was missing, not other sorts of questionable material.
The library, therefore, was an excellent place to find the god standing around with his datapad out, minding his own business but easily approachable. If he found something of remote interest then perhaps he would find a comfortable chair to lounge in or would simply set himself down on the floor where he found it to read or watch with intent. It was easier to spot him here, at least, than the gardens.
But the trips in between areas were probably still the easiest places to spot him. He avoided heavy trafficked areas for the most part or kept to himself when he needed something from such an area, but he did not go out of his way to stay unseen. He was not that much of a recluse. And, so far, he hadn't caused any trouble to warrant hiding.
He also kept an eye on his quarters though he did not spend an overt amount of time in them. He slept there on the brief occasions he stopped for rest but quickly returned to other pursuits afterward. He could be frequently found around the hallway leading to there possibly the most.
LOCATION: gardens, library, or hallways (passenger's quarters).
WARNINGS: PG-13 at most
SUMMARY: Loki wanders the ship restlessly.
NOTES: can take place any time this week.
The garden was Loki's favorite place upon the ship if for no other reason than it was easy to loose oneself in the vast array of flora and quickly become isolated. While the entirety of the ship was, technically, large enough to do such nearly anywhere on board the plant life was considerably more appealing aesthetically and he ran less of a chance of getting lost within its confines. If his magic gave out and the corridors changed on him then he would be trapped as helpless as a human which thought did not settle well with him. Not well at all.
So, he spent much time in the gardens roaming about, keeping an eye on others who'd taken residence there but typically keeping his distance from areas he knew they frequented. It did not always keep him from occasionally running into another person when they also felt the need to explore further within the deep foliage.
When he wasn't in the gardens he spent his time among the myriad of digital media and mourned the lack of any ancient texts. Or any paper-fashioned books in general. New or old. How he missed the formidable libraries of Asgard with their dizzying amount of physical texts to be perused, from ancient scrolls to stone tablets to delicate journals and everything in between. But the digital media would have to suffice since it was all he had here. And while much of it was useless and pointless occasionally one could find the god shifting through a basic science text or listlessly reading up on various musical fashions of old or, on the rare rare occasion, viewing a documentary of some questionable interest. The kind of questionable interest that meant historical value but nothing of anything too useful since anything of that sort was missing, not other sorts of questionable material.
The library, therefore, was an excellent place to find the god standing around with his datapad out, minding his own business but easily approachable. If he found something of remote interest then perhaps he would find a comfortable chair to lounge in or would simply set himself down on the floor where he found it to read or watch with intent. It was easier to spot him here, at least, than the gardens.
But the trips in between areas were probably still the easiest places to spot him. He avoided heavy trafficked areas for the most part or kept to himself when he needed something from such an area, but he did not go out of his way to stay unseen. He was not that much of a recluse. And, so far, he hadn't caused any trouble to warrant hiding.
He also kept an eye on his quarters though he did not spend an overt amount of time in them. He slept there on the brief occasions he stopped for rest but quickly returned to other pursuits afterward. He could be frequently found around the hallway leading to there possibly the most.
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Pleased with how his day had been going, the young wizard was smiling as he made his way into the library. When he didn't spot his friend, he turned to address the other man there in hopes of finding out where the usual librarian was. "Er, excuse me?"
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"And, umm, I'm Harry. I didn't get your name."
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On the other hand, he had no real reason to hide and he had had at least one semi-warm welcome from someone who had not listened to the slander. Even if human mythology called him a Trickster and labelled him ill company, he was fine with that. So why lie if it wasn't to hide or to play a trick?
"Well met, Harry," he answered after a moment's pause and looked back up from the books to the boy. "I am Loki, Prince of Asgard."
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"A pleasure to meet you, Prince Loki. I hope I got the address right. There's an awful lot of royalty here on the ship and I'm not really used to all the titles."
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Truth be told he was used to a certain amount of familiarity from hanging around his brother and the elder prince's friends. The title saw less use then than one might think though he still came to expect it from servants and peasants. If anything in this moment Loki preened a tad at hearing it from the lowly mortal--though as it should have been as far as he was concerned such beings rarely gave due respect where deserved in the current age of men and how he loathed such ill manners. Straightening a bit in pride, Loki spared the boy one of his more rare (though slight) smiles.
"Tell me: are there more books like these on board this vessel?"
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Hermione might be the best at research, but Harry has done more than enough of it to know his way around a library. (So long as the books don't bite, it'll be an improvement.)
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In the dirt in front of her lies a small sapling, only just begun to sprout out of the ground. The girl has an old-looking book open on her lap, and her eyes dart between it and the sapling as she mutters something under her breath, one hand outstretched to it. Magic flows from her into the sapling, and painstakingly slowly, it begins to grow.
The girl bites her lip. This is taking much more energy than she thought, and she's not sure how much longer she can keep it up.
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The god's green attire blended in almost seamlessly with the surrounding flora, even the black and gold highlights acting something like natural camouflage in the same manner of tiger stripes. He slipped easily amongst the leafy branches, his natural proclivity for smooth and precise movement only adding to his instinctual desire to stay hidden, making him seem like a merely a wisp of shadow moving beneath the trees. He did not purposefully hide so much as simply blend in to the surroundings as he came upon the source of the intriguing magic.
Loki held back then, in the shadows, and watched carefully with as much his sixth sense as his eyes.
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She mutters the spell one more time and there's a sudden burst of magical energy-- but something's not quite right. The energy that flows out of her fingertips this time is of a different kind to what she was using before, somehow. It's difficult to say in what way, though. Darker, perhaps.
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"Shit!" Cassie yelps and moves backwards, before stripping off her jacket and throwing it over the plant quickly, trying to smother the flame in a moment of panic. She could've put it out with a word, but this way comes faster to her still.
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What he chose, after another moment of watching her smother the flame, was to speak to her without moving from his spot. "Quite a talent. Though not much control over it."
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"... Loki?"
She feels guilty to realise it, but her voice sounds almost hopeful to her ears.
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Yet not two seconds within this one and already it was set up to be different. That did not make him feel any better about the notion to continue it. But he remained rooted to the spot, mayhaps in curiosity, and deigned to carry on without so much as a sliver of the discomfort he felt inside seeping out.
"A better assessment, that, than the one made in regards to your own capabilities."
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Cassie stands up carefully, perturbed, and makes her way over slowly to where Loki stands the same way you would with a wild animal. Non-threatening. Giving him time to decide what to do. She remembers how Loki was when they first met. How every conversation was like walking on eggshells, and he was like to be fine one moment and then turn around in a volatile temper the next.
There's no recognition in his eyes as she gets any closer. But she had known that would be the case even before she stood up. She had just ... wanted to make sure-- that this wasn't an illusion, or that he wasn't just playing a cruel trick.
"It really is you. And yet... it's not. ... You have no idea who I am, do you?"
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He continued for more clarity, "You are familiar with who I am, or appear by your previous experiences to be."
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She stops advancing when she reaches Loki, close enough that some familiarity is implied, but not so much that she's encroaching on personal space.
"I'm Cassie Blake. The other version of you and I, we were..." she hesitates for a split second. She was about to say "friends," but her Loki had always spurned that word, no matter how true it might have been. "... Teammates," she finishes, but purses her lips immediately after, dissatisfied. While factually correct, that makes it sound like they were playing volleyball together or something.