[ O T A ] Nothing good could come from this . . .

[snaketrap]

CHARACTERS: Loki and EVERYONE ELSE IN THIS SPACE BAR
LOCATION: Library, wherever that is? Herp.
WARNINGS: ... Uh... Loki? Possibly triggering crap depending on what level of a-holery takes place.
SUMMARY: Books are Loki's friends. Unfortunately, nothing else is. So there will probably be some violence, and lying, and exposing of lies, and trickery, and horrid things and a really angry fellowship lmf- what is this.
NOTES: **Mod note for future reference: All books are like usb-drive sized devices that pop up into the pages of a "book".


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He needed to think. He needed a plan. He was stuck here, which put a significant dent in his prior plans to say the least. It made him uncomfortable. He lacked control. Thor was here. At least marginally convenient, but then what? Then what? He couldn't travel to another realm and shake it up or escape in a pinch. There was only this place. Only this place. He needed to be more careful. The Tesseract is gone. The scepter is gone. The influence is gone but the residue remains.

Earth wasn't the goal. What would he truly want the mortals for? They were weak, they were lesser beings in every single way. Play things. Pawns. The same went for here and the lies already woven. He was biding time to learn what he could before the true colors shone through. Few knew his name, his real name. Four had seen his face and associate it with Lucas. Many others know only his number and that given name. One, he knew that she knew he was lying. Two... had slight threat. Even still, Aragorn wasn't a match for Loki. That sword or not. Perhaps it was pride, but he was fairly certain.

For scrambling factors, he'll adapt another, and then it could be passed off that he's just innocently jerking chains and his threat level will slide under the radar until appropriate. Given the circumstances, a lie to keep an identity safe when you're in an unknown place is not too strange. He could work with that excuse if necessary.

His thoughts lead him to the library, the library lead him through rows and rows. Fiction, fiction, more useless fiction. The science was lacking and painfully so but he consumed all he could find. Pulling book after book out of the shelves until a decent size of them had accumulated and there he was. A neat and tidy pile, you could find him here immersed. Flipping page after page as if advanced molecular physics was a casual read. To him, honestly, it was.

Oh, and that Libby thing.

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[ironsights]

Gods. It was almost enough to make him laugh. But as it was, Kazama only quietly scrutinized Loki for a moment before loosening his grip on his pistol marginally -- maybe this man was just insane, or hopelessly delusional.

"It's not very godlike to be stuck in this sort of place, reading." Though his voice still remained flat and quiet, there was the faintest undercurrent of disbelief tinging his words as he looked at the nest of books Loki had built himself.

[snaketrap]

"After you distinctly ask what not who. a God is something you disbelieve?" Christian, are you? Hah. That in its own was enough to make Loki laugh. Said book placed aside, he leans back against his chair and folds his hands.

"What could you possibly know of Gods?"

[ironsights]

The more he studied this man, the more Kazama disliked him. Far from any sort of 'godliness,' he was starting to get the sense that this was a man who enjoyed lording over others. Proving his greatness. Haughty, condescending, arrogant.

"I don't believe in gods." Said with zero hesitation, but zero malice. It was almost pitying, really, the way he canted his head to meet Loki's gaze.

[snaketrap]

A little late to the party on your analysis if you knew anything at all about his life, he would say.If it befit him, he would rule. His desire to rule, and honestly rule, and be an honest King, disappeared when the ever dutiful Lady Sif took her warriors to Heimdell and off they went to Midgard. He could have taken care of it. He could have solved everything. He believed this, he did, he did.. He really did. Didn't he?

"What do you believe in?" Your sympathy, your pity, your everything and anything you could give to him, Mortal, is not needed nor cared for. Even if you were to drop to your knees, what worth had you? One more sack of flesh. On such a vessel, such a small size? Depressing, if one thought on it too long. The times where true worshipers roamed was over. Fear only held so much persuasion. It was useful for a time. Little value.

He wanted undying loyalty.

Loki simply tips his head to one side, watching.

[ironsights]

The moment the questions turned personal was the moment Kazama immediately clammed up, his expression hardening back to an impassive blank, any and all traces of emotion draining from his features. Even amongst people he vaguely trusted, he avoided saying anything too telling about himself. To tell a man like this what he believed in -- unthinkable.

It was cold, almost mechanical, when he averted his gaze from Loki's eyes and instead looked back to the piles of books that the other had amassed. A pause, before he laid his hand on the one at the very top.

"... I'm taking this, if you're not using it."

He'd returned his voice to its former, flat drone -- sounding almost bored, as he looked back at Loki.

[snaketrap]

Loki knew when to apply pressure and when to ease back, and right now it was best to ease back. There was plenty of time. Perhaps unlimited, even. So instead, he simply passed it to him.

"Enjoy."