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Post by loki on Nov 30, 2014 22:44:23 GMT -8
 L O K I
He had no idea what he was doing here of all places.
The world around him twisted and turned into something from the recesses of his imagination, a golden city on a bay of glistening water. The mortal realm had always been something he loved to mess in; the earth was his playground from day one. But this was no earth, no 'Midgard' as some of the others called it. But this was only an image, a fake representation of that plain where the mortals lay. He crossed the water along the well lit bridge with hands in the pockets of his jacket passing the faceless mass of grey. The lights bounced off the sky scrapers and painted the windows in shiny metallic rainbows. He would have called it disgusting if not for this strange melancholy that had taken over him like slow moving poison.
There is something in his mind, something he is missing and desperately needs. But what is it? The usual devious deity hardly spent a night alone and yet here he was walking through his own thoughts in solitude. Loki couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly calling himself pathetic. His feet scraped across the concrete and lead him to the epicenter of the city. A large fountain protruded from the ground with neon lights coloring the other wise bland water that sprayed forth from the ground. He leaned against one of the stone pillars surrounding it, ignoring the random engravings the mortals had placed on some iron plaque. Around him the people seemed to fade, their unsuspecting eyes unable to detect the God who would walk among them, plotting their downfall like the conquer he was....or at least should have been.
Get yourself together fool
He pulls his hands from their comfortable place inside the jacket, letting the tips of his fingers turn a light shade of blue. Reaching out he gently touched the water's surface and watched as it froze almost instantaneously in frantic, dangerous poses. It brought a smile to his face to see it stopped in time and place, and even more so when those around it had jumped back in bewilderment. They would glance at one another muttering something he couldn't understand ( or wanted to for that matter ) before circling the fountain. They would leave eventually, just like they always did and Loki would once again have to find some other way to amuse himself. His eyes catch a car stopping at a traffic light to his right and with a gentle flick of his fingers the tire rattles before suddenly flying off the vehicle all together. It soars through the air, and crashes into the windshield of another who then swerves in panic. The car with a tire for it's windshield hits a fire hydrant and behold! a new fountain is created. He snickers to himself, linking away the glowing green so that his eyes return to the trusting brown he always kept them at. After all, the best part of his job was the part when he got to back stab someone--throw them under a bus and watch as they squirmed in misery.
Misery was his faithful mistress yet.
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ooc: just derping around here. don't mind me.The Between has been morphed into a city much like a generic random major city.
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Post by VÁR on Dec 1, 2014 18:42:33 GMT -8
empty streets and heartbeats tag: loki // words: --- // notes: ;o; omg vár, your feels Vár took a moment to collect herself as the Between shifted from a land of peace and harmony to a city of corruption and greed. She could see it plain as day in the way the buildings stretched high into the sky and were covered in the glass her mortal followers once treasured. All around her, everything, was not the world she would have wanted. Where was the love? Truth? Gratitude? Lines creased around her lips and across her forehead as her green eyes settled shakily on the 'barren' landscape. Humanity has come so far from their roots, grew and flourished, yet lost their unity with the world. They did not become better, only worsened by their own hands. Despite her place within the divinity, it did not take long for her bottom lip to tremble. Vár held no power in this modernized world; even the mirrored illusion of the earthen realm could tell her without question.
And yet, she couldn't bring herself to leave. Confused as to who would want to surround themselves in such a place (as there was simply no way her mind would have ever wished for this concrete cage), Vár meandered down the dirty sidewalk, struggling to go one with every step. Still draped in her tradition garb befitting the mortals she praised and loved--and not the glitz and glamour the conjured ones around her wore--plenty of side-eyed glances where thrown her way. She did not care, or tried not to. This was the last piece of comfort she had left until she decided to turn away from this godforsaken mirage. But, their stares, their mocking jeers and laughter made it difficult to remove herself from the reality it was quickly becoming.
It didn't help that she bore witness to a possible tragic outcome.
The mechanical objects that were so strongly adored veered around each other like sick-ridden mice. A spout of water crashed through the air and remained as a turbulent testament to the chaos that so quickly passed. Vár brought a hand to her mouth while the fingers of the other twisted deep into the fabric of her outdated dress. Searching with wide, fright-filled eyes, she felt useless, almost like a mortal herself. Her heart went out to those who were involved, praying to those she knew who held the power over such sorrow and pain to relinquish the injured of their suffering. In that moment, the lesser goddess lost her touch with reality--it was not the first time it had happened when dealing with the Between.
It quickly returned like a wildfire. Among the crowd, a familiar face grasped her attention. Vár's brows came together out of discontent. Her cheeks flushed brighter still.
Loki! she called out, fists clenched at her side, what joy do you get from this? Quickly, she gestured to the soiled street and ruined cars, hands outstretched and cupping the air in a pleading fashion. And again, her lip trembled.
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Post by loki on Dec 2, 2014 7:41:19 GMT -8
L O K I He had not expected company by any means here. In fact, very few had ever crossed paths with him. It was always Loki seeking the others out and more often than not to pursue his own selfish desires. So when his name was so blatantly called out among the ruckus of his little world there was no hiding his rather shocked expression. But it melted away into intrigue almost as soon as it had graced his handsome features. Var, one of the many he shared a culture with had stumbled into his entertainment. A smirk twitched its way onto his usual placid lips, and he pushed himself off of the stone he'd been resting on. "Var, oh Var, Goddess of Contracts" He almost sings it out, mocking it. If there was anything he liked to do more than toil in the affairs of others it was playing with the minds of those he considered weaker. "How kind of you to stop in like this, uninvited." A light chuckle as he heard her yell out a question he'd heard so many times in his life. In fact, he could probably quote it on key no matter the source. "I get joy out of many things" His hand moves and a woman's phone shatters in her hands. He moves his other hand and the water suddenly sprays in another direction, soaking a man dressed in a wool suit. "It's what drives me" He moved in closer, walking up to her with out a care for what was going on around him. Before long he was almost upon her like a hawk, standing but a foot away. His brown eyes glistened green as the magic subdued in him, and the casual human attire he wore melted away into the armor he'd worn for centuries. Its black green and gold nature so striking in comparison to the other gods--it was a statement of how against the grain he really was. "What is it you want cur?" |
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Post by VÁR on Dec 2, 2014 12:02:11 GMT -8
empty streets and heartbeats tag: loki // words: --- // notes: ---
His tone was one that didn't sit steady with her. Had he not spoken her name in such a way, Vár may have been able to pull herself together in such a way that her presence beckoned respect. Or so she hoped. It was always a touch and go with the other gods and goddesses, especially ones that held power over her. This didn't go to say Vár was useless but whatever abilities she possessed was locked away until a certain chain of events happened and, typically, those events were far removed from the pantheon.
Her hands dropped to her side though only momentarily. As her ever trembling lip stiffened, Vár clasped them tight against her chest. Oh, how she wanted to quiet his voice! A world where Loki was without a tongue would be grand but it was only meant to be a pipe dream and the goddess has no fire to ignite it.
I wasn't uninvited, she spoke, only for her voice to trail wordlessly beneath the trickster's. Another object of this facade erupted into splinters, the woman's hands now empty of her idolized time-waster. Vár tried to avert her eyes to a different place to avoid any further upset but, like all, the temptation of misfortune and pain tugged at them like a impatient human would a lazy dog's leash. They dropped quickly as another was drenched without reason or cause. She could only be thankful he had chosen a more tame version of amusement this time around. Maybe, she thought with hope-filled musings, my presence is positive here.
Whatever optimistic ideas she let trail through her mind soon grew cold and lifeless. She had not even regained her voice to quip back at him for his casual explanation of his actions before he changed. Not he, physically, but Loki now bore armor fit for battle. Glimmering as it was against the summoned sun, Vár could see only the shadow of misery cast over the possible beauty Loki could have bestowed. She stood firm, though, for fear of turning this into a game of cat a mouse. Even as he shaded her smaller stature, Vár looked back with an expression she hoped conveyed a strength and dignity. Even as his voice rang out again, shrouded in insult, the goddess of contracts refused to let the worry she felt for the false impressions of humanity bring her to her knees.
Never would she bow down willingly for the likes of Loki, a god who cared little for the very mortals that granted him life.
I would be a fool to say I wanted anything from you, she started, though lost her courage midway. Again, her eyes befell her and sought solace in the pavement below. She continued on, god forgive her soul. I am your equal, though, and more deserving than to be called such a word as cur. Vár paused, gathering her hands between the folds of her clothing. And, she began again, softening her approach, you, as a god, shouldn't taint your mouth with such lowly language.
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