[ 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.

Comments

[the_vishual]

"Should I trust you?" Chase has the bluntness of a four year old, but it's still there and she's still straight to the point. Tranquility has taught her things--some good, some bad. She knows that she can begin to trust people, for one. She knows that her visions and knowledge of the world and the other worlds fellow crew members are from is limited, and she knows that sometimes the impression she gets from people is wrong.

Like this one. Snakes, she knows, can't smile--but this one is quite warm. Close to home, in an odd aspect she can't quite place.

And so she simply waits for an answer.

[snaketrap]

This snake is terribly good at acting; terribly good at blending. He had been on quite a mission before he had come here. It was an adjustment that no one seen and no one heard -- to go from one thing to the other. Vengeance was what motivated him then. It was all that motivated him but he was here and stuck here -- the passage needed to be rewritten.

"I have a question in turn for yours," there is a moment. "If I say yes, how would you know it true? If I say no, what would you do?"

And he? Simply waits for her answer.

[the_vishual]

"I'm not the deciding factor, sir." Her legs swing out, kicking at nothing, voice steady like she's talking about what little girls talk about--what exactly that is, she's not sure.

"But hypothetically?" She leans back now, taking this in. How honest the question is for someone who has the potential to lie so, so well. "I wouldn't. But some answer is better than confusing things in my head."