Action - Marsiva(ish)

[angelofthevored]

Who: Loki (dothelokimotion); Thor (rebuildyourruins); Kaworu (paraclete); Eizen (rockily); Castiel (angelofthevored)
Broadcast: Nada
Action: A transport ship >> Marsiva (outer space) to do some junk
When: Sometime during the weekend of 5/18

[It's a ship full of dumb immortal assholes who are not only tired of sitting around, but are fundamentally sorta bad at it.

Except for Kaworu, primordial stoner. And Loki, provided there's some community theater to behold.]

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[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki exhales. He wants to go, he doesn't want to be out here, he doesn't want to fall — ]

Gives me a moment. I'm going to try and breach the panels.

[ Magic seeps over the top of the Marsiva, seeking out cracks or lines that might help Loki pull it apart. ]

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor hangs back, letting Loki get to work. He has to keep flexing his hands to release some of the maddening tension in the back of his head. It's almost enough to make him want to punch the stupid ship, yell at it to knock it off.

The utter silence they've been met with this whole time is only making him feel worse.]

[angelofthevored]

[Castiel comes curling up to Thor as Loki is searching for a way inside, a huge mass of energy and intent, not dissimilar to how Thor manipulates his lightning.

It's difficult to speak to people like this, and it's only thanks to Thor being a god that Castiel can even make himself understood, but he still keeps his Voice to a whisper (a collection of whispers, a hundred of them tripping and falling over each other to be heard, with just one sentence that rings true throughout them).]

Ṫ̇ͬ̍̿h̨̐̈́ͦͫ̐͆o̅ͦ̂ͯ̍̀̌͢r͛̓͐.̡̐̆̓ͩ̃̍̌ ͗͛ ̓̉ͪ͢A͆̓́n̓͂̃̓͋̅̚y͊ ͪ̚l̑ͤuͩͮͧ̆ͮcͤͦͯ́̇̽̂͘k̵̉͛̂ ̧ͤ͑̇̊̍br̡ͣͪ̔̔ͯe͒̌ͭ͑̍́ͥaͬ̅ͪ͠c͢ḣͭͩ͌̽ͬͭi̶n͌͋̋͐̀̽ͭ͢g̒͆͐̓͘ ̧ͭ͐t̴͛ͪͨ̚h͛̈́͢ē͐͌͛̓͒ͪ ͭ̏͋ͥ͏h̵͆u̧͆̈ͪ̑͌̑l̴͛̑͑̎̂ͫl̴̐?̍̃ͩ

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki flinches at the sound, grating over the few nerves he was holding together. The magic wavers before the connection cracks sharply, the light dissipating. He snarls, furious. He wants to lash out at something, make it hurt, anything to push back the awful cloud of fear and sickness in his head, that never goes away, that never budges. ]

Nothing!

[rebuildyourruins]

[There still manage to be some things in this life that Thor finds weird in the extreme. This is one of them. He fights not to wince at Castiel's voice, as the dread filtering through him desperately seeks some outlet. A cascade of whispering voices isn't about to set his nerves at ease.

He shakes his head, a physical attempt to dislodge the artificial paranoia. Then he turns to look in Castiel's direction.

...even weirder. He grimaces but ploughs through it.]

No. I can cause it damage, but it repairs itself. It's so fast that nothing can be seen as soon as I stop hitting it with lightning.

[angelofthevored]

[Castiel twists around in on himself at the knowledge that they won't be able to break through using pure force. He's about to ask another question when Loki snaps, the magic he'd been spreading out over the ship twanging like a rubber band pulled too taut. Castiel stills; even the ever-present thrumming seems to dim.

The dread is fraying them all thin. And Castiel knows he's unsettling like this.

He curls around Thor briefly before rushing past in beams, past Loki, and over to the ship. He'll leave the brothers to comfort each other and see if there's somewhere he can slip through the molecules inside.]

[rebuildyourruins]

Weird, [He whispers to himself as Castiel does... that. Did he just get brushed around by the light and energy equivalent of a cat? These are things he'll ponder later, as his attention is more directly focused on Loki right now. Loki, who's starting to panic.

Thor reaches out and grabs Loki by the wrist, pulling his brother around to face him.]

Stop! Stop. It's no use.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki squirms, trying to break free. He has to get it or leave or — or both. His head is a mess. Behind Thor, he can see it, an inky blackness that seeks to consume everything, turning his world insensate. Colour slips from his face. ]

No, I just need to try harder — [ His voice cracks, an echo of the past ] — I could have done it!

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor feels it like a punch in the gut, distress breaking over his face. His own fear spikes, a terrifying vision of Loki breaking out of his grip and hurling himself into space (again, once again) nearly blotting out his vision. He doesn't need air to breathe, yet it suddenly feels stolen from his lungs.

Seizing Loki by the other wrist Thor yanks his brother in and locks him into a hug. It's half motivated by terror - Loki can't pull away like this, and Thor can't lose him.]

We can't! Not - not today. But we will. [If he can just drag Loki away from this place, they can come back and try again. Thor's fingers tighten against Loki's back.] Come back with me.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki pants. He can feel tendrils of the dark inching closer, eating away the stars but Thor — Thor was still here. He takes in a shuddering breath, letting his body unwind, bit by bit. With a whimper and a nod, he presses his forehead against Thor's shoulder. ]

I could have done it.

[rebuildyourruins]

You'll have your chance.

[It's a low growl, a promise Thor has no real right to make. He still does. The Marsiva stands as a mockery of them both, intractable and silent. Thor refuses to believe this will be the end of it. He won't let it be.

But Loki's at his limit, and Thor can feel his own coming perilously close. It's too dangerous now to stay out here. He can feel the cold of Loki's helm against his neck, an icy reminder of just how isolated they are out here.]

Next time.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki nods, pulling away, but staying close to Thor all the same. ]

Has Castiel found what he's looking for?

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor lets Loki move apart, keeping only his grip on one wrist. The overwhelming sense of impending disaster won't allow him to let go. A shudder runs through him before he shakes his head, trying to dislodge the feeling.]

I don't know. We'll wait a minute and then go back.

[Through gritted teeth:] This is worse than what the augments do.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki nods. ]

It feels much like — much like the past did.

[ Which makes it harder to fight off. Loki can't fully tell if it's coming from himself or from an outside source. The strain was plainly visible on his face. ]

[rebuildyourruins]

It was like this when I tried taking a knife to the augment. It's -- false. It must be.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Manufactured. Loki keeps that thought in the forefront of his mind to keep himself from spiraling. He presses his palm to his forehead, his helm's cold metal digging into his bow. ]

Damn them.

[rebuildyourruins]

Nothing is impenetrable. [He turns to glare up at the ship's facade.] There's a way through it. There must be.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki makes a frustrated noise. ]

Perhaps I can get a sample of the metal. I can — [ But he cuts himself short. He can't. The chemicals are restless in his head. He'll just try and fail and it'll be worse. ]

[rebuildyourruins]

This need not be our only attempt.

[Thor might be projecting a lot more stability compared to Loki. But his own thoughts are screaming at him to get out of here. Unbidden, Shiro's words about how the Marsiva ate another Fleet vessel comes to mind, and he flinches.

He shakes his head, meeting Loki's eyes.]

We need to come back with a better plan.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki swallows. ]

Fine. Fine.

[ It's a bitter pill to swallow. He shifts on his feet, restless. Loki even squeezes Thor's hand quietly as he glances back, seeing the blankness between stars. ]

[rebuildyourruins]

[It rankles Thor as well, a spike jammed into his resolve where there shouldn't be any cracks to find. If they had more time - more people to check every last inch of this infernal ship -

He wants to leave, he wants to leave, he wants to stay and finish the job but goddamn it he wants to leave.]

If Castiel finds something we'll go to him.

[Thor's own grip on Loki's hand tightens.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki turns his gaze to the Marsiva. ]

I do not think he'll find it.

[angelofthevored]

L͢o̧͑kͧ̒̆i̾̍̽̋̍ͧ̀.͜ ͒ͯͦ̏͌ ̴͆̈̋ͫͥ̔ͥT̎̋̃̕hͦ̀ͥ͋ͬ͒͑oͣ̇ͦ̃͒ͩ̕r͑ͤ́́̎͘.͘

[Castiel keeps his distance this time, shining like a beacon from around the Marsiva instead of zipping over to the brothers. He sends out his Voice (can't avoid that cascade of whispers) to beckon them closer to a small, tinted window, nearly impossible to see from a distance.]

T͢hͦͪͦ̋ͤ̋̈͞e̓͋́͌͜rͤ̎ͮ̓̈́̀e̊ͥ̚'̀s̾̽ͪͣ̾͐̚ ̡̿̌̊ͭ̓̈sͭ̉ͧ̈́o͋̈́҉m̍̕e̎͝t̢̎͂hͬ̓ͥ̉̕i̇͑͊n͂̽̋̕ğ̶ ̶̐̀ͪ͋y̽͗́õͮ̎̉ͬͫű ͂͌ͤ͢m͒̒̃̒͋ú̡s͂̍͆̚t̑̾̿ ̛̽̑ͬ͒ͫ̾s̉e̎eͨ͋ͪ͛̀̌̀.̾̉̆

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki shakes himself out of his stupor, glancing at Thor. ]

We're coming.