driftfleet | Video + action

Who: Loki
Broadcast: Video
Action: Marsiva
When: Current

[When last he was awake, Loki had been curled up in the bed he shared with Rogue, in the addition of his house they'd built together in Luceti. He ascertains very quickly that many things had changed, including:

No Rogue.
No wings. He can find no objection to that development at least.
Even if he could really do without the new set of scars, however neat, on his shoulderblades.
But there is this ghastly thing in the back of his neck now.
Definitely no longer in Luceti.
Definitely not back in Asgard, either.
Which is a bit annoying since he'd just been getting down to the business of ruling the place from behind Odin's face when Luceti had snatched him up anyway.
Someone's taken all his daggers. Smart of them. He shall find out who at his earliest convenience and then gut them with something far duller so that they can fully apprehend what a bad idea that was.
They took his books as well, somehow. Gutting will occur with the most blunt instrument he can find.
Oh, this is space. And he's on a space ship. Hm.
He cannot easily escape said space ship. Really, again?

New situations are, at least, interesting. The first order of business after a bit of arcane poking about to ascertain his imprisonment and its nature, is to find out more information so he can begin prodding the pieces in place to improve his lot and get him out of here. There's to be an audience? One part amusing (he does so like to manipulate an audience) and one part infuriating (how dare he be treated like a sideshow).

Well, there will be blood, etc etc etc. On a time scale that pleases him.

The most unexpected result of his initial quiet investigating is that there's an arcane signature about that is his. Something of his, something he has touched and bespelled, is already around. And he would very much like to know just what that is. After brief consideration, he decides to make a video broadcast (well, isn't this familiar, even if the trappings are different) since that will also no doubt find out for him if he is known by anyone in this place.

If he is? Well, he could always do with a list of chew toys. And if not? Could be very fun indeed.

Thus, video. Loki looking coolly amused.]

There's something of mine that seems to have wandered off and found itself here. I [will... no, let's be plausibly courteous for now until the situation unfolds a bit more] would very much like to have it back.

[Video ends there.

After that, he'll take a more thorough stalk through the Marsiva, trying to get a full sense of this new prison.]

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[Bored.]

And why would that be, pray tell, o mysterious stranger who mocks a newly abducted corpse?

[What an intriguing way to refer to oneself; the Vision doubts Loki is in fact a corpse, no matter what he says about the matter. Still, he considers his answer carefully. It won't do to tell Loki "because I am worthy and you are not", even if it is accurate.]

I hold it to keep it safe.

[Oh, his smile is becoming increasingly knife edged.]

As you sound nothing like the one who held it in trust, I do believe you are lying to me.

Then perhaps you're thinking of a different item than I am.

[He hardly thinks Lokis sceptre had been left "in trust" to any human, after all.]

And what of mine do you have, then? It sounds I have lost more than I realized.

Can you think of nothing you have claimed and lost that never truly belonged to you?

Anything I have claimed belongs to me.

[Idiot.}

Something that has relinquished its hold on you, then.

[Loki exhales a long, displeased hiss. If anything, his voice becomes colder.] Be you a creature of Thanos, then?

How... lovely.

[They're on the same track now, at least.]

Rather the opposite, I'm afraid; I number myself among the Avengers.

Oh, and you seemed so nice.

Well. Allow me to continue this conversation, then.

[He employs his gift for mimicry, sarcastically borrowing the voices of Natasha, Bruce, Tony, Clint, and Steve.]

You are a very naughty man, Loki. Why can't you be more like your brother? He has such pretty hair. And we don't care that you're dead or why. You should be more dead. Be better at being dead. Thor would be far better at being dead if he did it. More valiant. Let me make note of that in my ledger.

Only humans get to destroy human cities. And only when we're very, very angry and then say we're sorry later.

I'm a genius. Have I mentioned I'm a genius? I spend a lot of time caring for my facial hair so you know I can blow up things with great authority. Ego's only charming when I do it!

We'll stop you! Because we're Avengers! Even if we have no idea what you're doing. I shall shoot that piece of toast right out of your hand. It is obviously evil toast if you are eating it. World dominating toast. The toast of sin in lovely boots.

America is really great. You're not great like America. We have many excellent patriotic values like imperialism and genocide that you couldn't possibly understand. No, don't speak. I can't hear anything you say over the Star Spangled Banner playing so loudly, so it doesn't matter.

[The eye rolling is almost audible.]

There, I believe I've covered it.

Edited 2015-10-11 16:29 (UTC)

[The vocal imitation is very good, even if the wording is clearly unlike those he knows. Even so, there's a very notable absence in that Loki doesn't imitate his brother.

And he does wonder if his ship's captain is listening in on this.]

The roster has changed somewhat since then, but your opinion of my colleagues is noted. Still, I think you'll find that toast is too precious a commodity here to shoot out of anyone's hand, however evil it might be.

I should be shocked if your colleagues were ever so sensible. The only one with a pragmatic bond in her body is Romanoff.

[The man has a point about Agent Barton, though Mr. Stark, at least, would hesitate to waste valuable food while in deprivation.]

Perhaps that's why she's my ship's captain, in that case.

[There. See what he does with that bit of intelligence.]

Hah. Now that I find hard to believe. She'd works from behind the scenes. [Because that's what Loki himself prefers. In many ways, he understands the Black Widow shockingly well. They share similar methods. And he certainly wouldn't want to be a captain. Responsibility with not terribly much power and a giant target painted on one's back. And in this fleet? Not even something that brings fame. Feh.

Though that is an interesting tidbit he'll remember. Just in case it isn't deliberate misinformation.]

Are all the Avengers in a ship together? Ought I find myself a large umbrella to hide behind?

It's not a position she applied for, though she did accept the responsibility when it came to her. ["Behind the scenes" is a little harder to pull off when one's on a reality show every day, of course. But that's enough vague detail to pique Loki's interest, he thinks.]

Certainly not; there are hardly any of us here. The ship assignments are public knowledge and you may find them on the network. You'll be assigned to one yourself within a few days.

Oh, what a shame. I shall miss the endlessly sunny dispositions. [Things are looking up. There's only so much nattering about morality he can handle before someone gets stabbed in the eyeball.]

[He curls his lip at the mention of being assigned. It sounds rather like work, and that interests him not at all. But he's survived in this sort of ridiculous situation before. He'll just have to deal with constant annoyance. Or go (more) mad. That could be fun too.]

Though I think I shall miss Ms. Potts's shockingly excellent taste in artwork.

Mrs. Potts-Stark, when I spoke to her last. [Though he hadn't heard from her in some time. Perhaps, like so many others, she had vanished already.]

Your augment should have some kind of particular skill assigned to it. You'll be expected to perform that job for your ship, though the consequences will only fall on your own crew if you choose not to.

Some things never change. [Pepper and Tony had snubbed him at their wedding in Luceti, and made Rogue feel very bad indeed. He's still not over it. Never will be. He treasures his grudges, from the profound to petty.]

I'm sure I'll be a most excellent... personnel officer. [Hahaha nope.]

[A personnel officer. Oh dear. His poor future crewmates.]

Atroma does have its sense of humor, I suppose.

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