this was not the intended result

[morethanatrickster]

Who; Loki and you!
What; The Loki from Endgame that got away after the plot Avengers stopped. He wants his Scepter back.
Where; Various places throughout the sphere
When; 2/8 - 2/13
Warnings; Probable violence, malicious taunting, will add as they occur

Note; His initial freeing is reserved for Charis, but if you'd like your own starter for the crazy mischief god, drop me a line on Discord at vikael#0221.


Arrival (2/08) - Rec Dome | Closed to Charis

Never let it be said that Loki doesn't take advantage of a situation. In the flurry of movement, the Tesseract was freed. No one saw him grab it. No one noticed he was using it until it was too late. He hadn't cared where he was escaping to. All he'd known was he couldn't allow himself to be returned to Asgard, a failure again, caged or worse for his so-called crime by the hypocrite who sat on the throne. This, though, hadn't been what he'd expected. The quicksilver bindings bit uncomfortably into his wrists as he tugged against their restraint, adjusting his grip on-

He blinked down to his empty hands, a panic rising quickly. The Tesseract. Where was it? His eyes darted around, and a muffled grunt of frustration could be heard through the metallic gag covering his lower jaw and mouth. It was apparent from the cuts and scrapes caked with dried blood across his nose and forehead he'd been in a scrape recently, and anyone who'd seen him in combat would know he didn't injure, even superficially, easily. His hair was disheveled and unkempt, even more so than usual. Outwardly, if his eyes were any indication, he was calm, looking about the ground as though ought were amiss.

Internally, though, the panic was strong. If he didn't find the box, if it were lost-he couldn't stay here, wherever here was...



Library (2/9 - ??) | OTA

Without the Tesseract as a means to leave, Loki has turned his attention to commandeering control of the Sphere in order to orchestrate its own means of travel to other dimensions. The box was lost, and with it any promise he could remain safe from the one who sought it. He had no interest in ruling a sub-oceanic prison, but he'd take it over if he needed to. That meant knowing everything there was to actually know about this place, and the residents were useless or anything other than cleaning his trousers. Some of the people trapped here even liked it. It was revolting, if not surprising.

He didn't need them anyway. Between his magic and his intelligence, he'd piece together how to make the Sphere his, at least long enough to use its talents.

So long as the mortals left him to his own devices.

Comments

Let me know if I get anything wrong here. I'm brand new. D:

[ijustreallyhatepeople]

No devices for you, Loki. After wandering around for a while, April noticed a person as miserable-looking as she was and hesitantly approached him. Normally she wouldn't be so daring, but this place was new to her. She had questions. Maybe someone in equal agony would have the answers.

"Hey," she muttered as she approached him. She didn't bother keeping her voice down. Library schmibary. Everyone else could suck it. ...Not like her tone of voice was very loud to begin with, but she didn't even make an effort.

Nothing wrong! Poor April when the non-AU Loki gets back

[morethanatrickster]

Holding the book he'd been perusing in one hand, he holds up a finger to silence the newcomer until he's completed the paragraph he's reading before closing the tome and tossing it atop the others that have collected at one end of the study table he's claimed as his. This latest, a book on metaphysics, seems to have lost his interest.

He turns, annoyed clearly, and and tilts his head to the side curiously. "It what do I own this interruption?"

poor April indeed </3

[ijustreallyhatepeople]

April huffs. How dare he interrupt her? She waits impatiently until he addresses her properly. His books don't concern her.

"So, like, have you been here a while? I have questions."

Yeah, this guy's a jerk

[morethanatrickster]

"Yes and no." His muted green eyes move over her form for a moment before responding further, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. If nothing else, this might prove a fitting distraction from the futility of finding any worthwhile information here.

"You lot are always so predictable. Inquisitive, brash, undeniably rude, and unable to find your own way." He motions to continue. "Go on. Ask your questions."

Oh Loki, you rascal

[ijustreallyhatepeople]

Wow, what an asshole. April crosses her arms and wonders why she should even bother talking with this guy. Yet, she still has questions, so...

"So where are we?" She avoids eye-contact. "Gulf of Mexico or something?"

Something like that. He'll apologize when not!crazy him gets back...maybe

[morethanatrickster]

"And always the first question is too vague to be useful." He shakes his head slightly, and then motions toward the glass wall of the dome in which they stood, and the inky abyss beyond.

"Allow me to ask instead: does it matter? Gulf of Mexico, Sea of Stars, Hel's Abyss, none offer you the ability to breathe, and all keep you confined." He then looked back to her, crossing his arms. "There are far more useful questions. Should I take the lead?"

I doubt April will forgive him. He's becoming one of the reasons she doesn't like socializing

[ijustreallyhatepeople]

He's snarky.

April isn't sure whether to be offended or impressed. She wonders if she should take notes, honestly.

"Only if they involve where we are."

02|09 » Closed to Wanda

[morethanatrickster]

Sleeping on his predicament had only served to anger him further. His dreams proved as tumultuous as they had since falling into the hands of the mad titan and his followers which only served to fuel his desire to quit this place. Landing in another dimension was useful in losing their trail momentarily, but it wouldn't do in the long term, not while also being trapped here.

It was early morning, and he'd changed from the soiled clothes he'd appeared in, cleaned up a bit though the wounds he'd sustained at the hands of the Avenger's green monstrosity were still apparent as he wandered about the merchants domes, listening intently, on the look out for anything close to something he could exploit.

If only he knew what that might be.

02|09 » Closed to Wanda

[minus1twin]

Wanda was trying her best to enjoy the sphere's festival but weird things have been happening. She hadn't figured out what exactly but something has changed, shifting uncomfortably around what she knew and what she didn't know.

Her eyes landed on Loki as he walked through the domes. He looked the same but there was a tension set in his shoulders. Either he was experiencing these oddities too or maybe the sphere was finally getting to him.

"Loki?" She walked towards him, her expression inquisitive.

[morethanatrickster]

The voice was unfamiliar, and yet the tone gave him pause. He had no idea who this woman was, but she clearly knew him. It was unnerving how many people that described in this place. It was possible, of course, it was some fault of the Tesseract, or his use of it, possible he'd been here in some other time before but after, the woman, Charis, had claimed as much.

He looked Wanda over before responding, nonchalant, but still retaining that idling tension.

"May I help you?"

[minus1twin]

"You look..." Her fingers brushed across her lips as she tried to find the word that fit his appearance. "Tense." That wasn't it but Wanda didn't have a word for what she was seeing in him. It was a change and institutionally she felt her magic, granted to her by the Mind Stone in the Tesseract, reach out towards him.

"Are you alright?"

Maybe she was imagining the change?

[morethanatrickster]

"Should I thank you for the concern?" And did this woman often make it her prerogative to check on his well-being? "Surely it must be a bother, asking after me. Don't you have something else to be doing?"

Only, if she was a friend, perhaps... "Though, while you're here, perhaps you can help me find something I've misplaced."

Though knowing the frivolity of the Tesseract, it was more likely she'd misplaced him.

[minus1twin]

Her lips pressed together in a tight line as she shook her head. "I don't." Loki was one of those people who Wanda liked to keep tabs on. Ultron was also on that list but living with him made that a little easier.

"Something you've misplaced? That doesn't sound like you. What is it?"

Wanda was curious as to what he was looking for.

[wasinnocent]

Being an empath had it's advantages and it's clear disadvantages. One advantage was being able to tell really fast when something wasn't quite right. Then again one look at Loki gave away a huge clue that something wasn't quite right. Not that she'd never had the passing thought that maybe he could use a muzzle, but really who hadn't? This was different though. Everything about it was different.

"The hell happened to you?" Clearly he couldn't answer. The humor of that wasn't lost on her and there was a slight smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. She unsheathed one of her swords and moved towards him. "Let me get that off. Maybe. I dunno, it doesn't look too bad on you." Maybe she shouldn't be teasing him while he's like this. Sometimes a girl just can't help herself though.

[morethanatrickster]

He stopped his frantic search, suddenly aware someone was actually paying attention to him. He looked toward her, brow furrowed, uncertain. She walked with the gait of an accomplished warrior and the gleam on that blade suggested it was made of something far tougher than steel. It was reminiscent of Thor's hammer, actually, and he got the distinct impression it could cut through whatever she had a mind to target. It was in his best interest to assure that wasn't him.

The tone of familiarity in her voice wasn't lost on him, either, and part of his confusion was centered directly around its presence. It doesn't look too bad on you, she said, and he rolled his eyes. Beautiful as this woman was, she clearly enjoyed taunting him.

Maybe she was a friend of Thor's. It would explain a lot.

[wasinnocent]

It only took a quick slice from her blade to cut through the gag around his mouth and then she tilted her head and continued to smirk.

"So, how'd this happen," she said gesturing to the gag that had fallen to the ground.

[morethanatrickster]

He was impressed by the ability of those blades. He'd never actually seen anything so easily cut through Asgardian steel, but here it was. He would have to be cautious.

He flexed his jaw, testing the alleviation of his restriction. "Family dispute." You know, the usual. "Should I take from your smirk you like the sight of a man in chains?"

[wasinnocent]

"You seem to have a lot of those." A never ending amount of them actually. Though from the little they'd talked about she couldn't say he hadn't caused his fair share of it all by himself.

"Doesn't every woman?"

[morethanatrickster]

"My family's rather opinionated and rarely agrees on anything." Like world domination, but who's counting?

"Do they? I suppose I should meet more women."

Library

[11calls]

When in doubt, Alex Reagan is always going to throw herself into doing some research. And after going through the notes and what not that the other her had made during the course of her tenure here (a year! How the hell can anyone be here for a damned year?!) the most logical place for Alex to do that is for her to be in the library trying to figure out an exit back home and to a world where she didn't need to worry about stupid things like nightmares and what not.

So, she's got a list of books that might be helpful, and there's one that keeps being in use. Not only does it keep being in use, but it keeps being at the same table with the same person. Alex Reagan is always Alex Reagan, of course, which is why she just walks over to it finally with a bright smile, and gestures towards the leather bound tome, "is there any chance that you're done with this yet?"

[morethanatrickster]

The tome in question, The Metaphysics of Time Variance, had quite a bit of information Loki was finding limitlessly useful, and he had been, for the past several hours, cross-referencing it with Cosmic Fabric Theory. If one was manipulated thoroughly enough, such as by way of the Tesseract, it served to reason that the fabric of time would also be shifted. It explained how everyone around here seemed to know him, and a different him, to be more specific.

But now his train of thought had been diverted by someone who seemed to think they could put such complex theories to use.

"One isn't simply done with the explorations of time/space. If you believe otherwise, I don't believe the book will be of any use to you."

[11calls]

Is Alex going to take that as an invitation for her to sit down? You bet. She looks more herself today and she’s balancing a legal pad on top of the books that she’s working on, and it’s basically filled with very neat handwriting complete with arrows and the like. If there’s one thing that Alex Reagan is always serious about, it’s her research. So she puts the notebook level on the table in front of her and rests her chin on her hand as she toys with her pen in the other. It’s a nervous tick, but her eyes are focused on his own. 

“I’ve not exactly had a huge sort of like need for it before so I don’t know what I’d find useful or not. So I’ll take your advice. But I’m trying to find out about this multiverse theory and that book is supposed to be good for that. So maybe enlighten me then?” Because what she doesn’t say, but what’s probably clear is that Alex isn’t going away without the book or without her questions answered. One way or another, he’s stuck with her for the moment. 

[morethanatrickster]

He rolls his eyes at yet another interruption. "It isn't a theory, obviously." He does take note of her notebook, even glances over her notes briefly, as much as he can see. She's intelligent, at least. Intelligent humans had proven useful recently. Maybe the same could be said for this one.

"Fine. I am Loki of...Jotenheim." Not of Asgard. Not anymore. "You seem to have gathered a great deal already. What is it you have in your notes?"

[11calls]

"I'm Alex. Alex Reagan," it's reflexive for the words to come back with a smile even if he's dismissive of her. Because she's not offended, not really. There's too many interesting things to learn to be offended by someone being a jerk to her. "And some of it's based off of the research that... Well, the other me had done here. But she was fixated on demons, and I'm not." There may be a little bit of defensiveness in her voice about that, but Alex isn't going to take the time to unpack it. "But there's things about how often people leave, and how they arrive. If they do anything big before they end up just 'going home' if that's where they do go. And I mean it seems like they do, I guess. But there doesn't seem to be any proof of it other than anecdotal evidence."

For a moment, she just pauses, and then she flips to a different page. "You know, she was here for a year, but according to her medical data, she was still biologically the same age. Which should be impossible just from what I've read on cellular regeneration."

[morethanatrickster]

"Memories are easily faked." It's spoken succinctly, matter-of-fact, as though he probably knows something about the function of that.

He looked around, at their undersea surroundings, raised an eyebrow, and crossed his arms, looking back to her.

"What should be possible about this place, then?"