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thisavrou_log2016-05-01 09:04 pm
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Entry tags:
- *event,
- all about j: j,
- danger days killjoys: the girl,
- death note: l (crau),
- mass effect: clone shepard,
- mcu: wanda maximoff,
- metal gear: kazuhira miller,
- mushishi: ginko,
- npc | ben,
- npc | thán,
- red vs blue: agent texas,
- star wars: luke skywalker,
- star wars: rey,
- tron: rinzler (crau),
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: mettaton,
- x-men movies: peter maximoff
( may event log )
Who: Everyone
When: May 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Amissis-Re
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the very barren planet of Amissis-Re.
Warnings:None, but please label your content!
When: May 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Amissis-Re
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the very barren planet of Amissis-Re.
Warnings:None, but please label your content!
E V E N T L O G |
"the trees rustle in the evening when we stand uneasy before our own thoughts."
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[Eggsy soaks up that small smile, enamored by it and the God standing beside him. He's never been to a place like this, the only thing outside of Earth being what he's come across while on the Moira.]
Somethin' else? I don't care, yeah?
[He doesn't understand, not really. All of this is new to him, and Eggsy doesn't know enough about Loki's past to know what this place means to him. He wants to, though.]
Wanna look around Asgardia some, if it ain't dangerous?
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[He says it softly, looking at the walls.]
There are things you still don't know about me. But I have betrayed people in my time. I've lied, and I've manipulated. And here- here is where it finally came back on me.
[He curls his fingers around Eggsy's wrist. He's almost always cool, inside and out, but he feels almost cold down here. Gently he tugs him towards one end of the hall, towards a door still stood ajar.]
I hope you're in shape. I came in this way, and I remember most of where the threats are, but there may still be some running involved.
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[Eggsy looks around, too, face scrunched up. He hates that this place is making Loki miserable and he wants to leave for that reason more than anything else.]
We ain't gotta talk about that right now.
[He lets himself be tugged towards the door for a few steps, body tense as he tries to sense whatever threats might be lurking nearby. Eggsy twists his hand around and slips his fingers into Loki's, stepping ahead to take the lead.]
I'm fit enough to run. Come on.
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Remember not everything you see through this door is real. Oh, some of it is, but a good two thirds of it is illusionary. Follow my cues, as much as possible, and don't flinch. Acceptable?
[He smiles, slightly reckless, as if the danger through the door is not only expected but welcomed. Then again, perhaps it is. It's a danger he knows, and has dealt with before. And a little risk seems like a very good idea right now...]
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Tell me somethin' that'll be real then. Somethin' that I can concentrate on so I don't get lost.
[That smile makes him feel a little reckless, too, like something dangerous and exciting is going to happen. He leans in close, waits for Loki's answer, and tips in to press a rough and hurried kiss to his mouth. Eggsy grins, then slips through the door, their fingers twined and his eyes wide.]
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[His smile widens, settles into something a little more focussed on the challenge ahead despite the distraction of the kiss. He sees the way Eggsy looks, though, files it in one of the many corners of his mind.]
More seriously- listen to me, and ignore the giant snake. It's only an illusion.
[He takes the lead, settling into a quick but easy pace, at least for him. He's built for speed, for running and dodging, all the things Asgard considers no bravery at all. And for thinking, which most of his thoughts are concentrated on now. Both remembering the traps, and analysing Eggsy's speed, working out when he needs to tell him to move to avoid the traps. First, the pit, hidden in the floor, if he remembers this rightly.]
Jump... now
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Giant snake. Okay.]
Got it.
[Hearing that didn't really prepare him for much, but he curls his fingers tightly around Loki's hand, and runs. He's fast, not as fast as Loki, but he keeps up as much as he can. When he's told to jump, there's no hesitation, no lingering doubt, he just jumps over the pit, landing with a huff on the other side.]
You're fuckin' quick.
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[It's easier to talk about his past like this, distracted as he is by remembering every hidden trapfalls, every invisible pendulum that might give Loki a headache and probably be rather worse for Eggsy.]
And of course, the endless games of "chase Loki down and pay him back for all the things the Loki before him did". You have to be fast and smart, when you're fleeing adults.
[Which hadn't really been him. It had been the Loki-who-was, his dead and gone child self- although Loki had been on his shoulder, metaphorically.]
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[If he wasn't a mess of adrenaline he would be even more indignant of how people had treated Loki and he ducks when told, not letting go of Loki's hand. It's not because he's afraid but because he doesn't want to get lost here.]
Fuck 'em. Honestly, nobody has the right to treat anyone else like shit, yeah?
Is this where you were before you went to the place where you met Billy?
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[Sly, they'd called him. No true god of Asgard, no true son of Odin- and he'd listened and slipped around in the shadows and heard them. And he'd made himself exactly that. God of mischief, where Asgard would be solemn and honest. God of secrets and lies- and eventually, god of evil. Nothing Asgardian at all.]
No, this was between. I met Billy in New York, the first time, and then- I caused him rather a lot of fuss, before we parted ways. I came back here, to work for my- the All-Mother for a while. And then I was dragged off to hell, and Billy came shortly after.
[He tugs Eggsy to the side, avoiding some kind of ghostly box hanging in midair. All too real, that one, and unpleasant besides.]