I Already Know You're Dangerous

[chaostic]

Who: Clara & Loki
When: After Daisy's network post calling Loki dangerous.
Where: Planetside at one of the restaurants on the beach.
What: Basically they're meeting up after Clara's offer to go to dinner.
Warnings: None yet, will update as needed.


[ As promised Loki actually showed up early. It isn't so much he is eager to see her, Valhalla no, he just has time to kill enjoying the spoils of unlimited credits and nursing wounds from attacks prior. Clara's company presented itself as less of a headache than what had transpired on the MIDs. He hadn't taken her intent to be involved in his plans seriously in the slightest, but light conversation may very well soothe his "sulking and petulant" ego from pursuing Daisy any further--then again their conversation had the possibility of making his antics worse.

As far as Loki was concerned, Daisy's fate was sealed so long as he could get his hands on enough information regarding what took place in New York. He didn't doubt she had exaggerated on his mounted war effort but who's to say.

He bothered to dress fairly nice for warm weather. His aim wasn't to impress Clara, but rather he was enjoying the spoils of what he could buy on this planet's shopping district. Normal clothes were a lot more comfortable than his armor, what with his bruised and cracked ribs, so in that he could tolerate mortal clothing.

The less pressure and weight he put on his wounds the better. ]

So where, exactly, is this seaside diner that's caught your eye?

[ As of yet he hasn't seen her, but short teleportation will make it easy to find her now that he knows her aura well enough from dancing. ]

Comments

[bosswald]

If we ever manage to get off the Moira, I'll take you to see a dying star myself. It's more impressive than a silly hammer.

[It's a promise, in her mind, one that has her looking fondly up at him for a few seconds before she grips hold of his hand a little tighter and drags him along up ahead a little more, so she can try and get a closer look at one of the boat's sails. The reflection in them is downright beautiful, and she gets caught up in looking up at them and committing the sight to memory.]

You trust me enough to give it a go? Think I'd like to try, yeah.

[She finally answers his question at long last, and drops her hold on his hand to run on ahead so she can pick out the very best sailer for them to use. She finds it after hurrying up and down the row, settling on one that's a little smaller than the others. She doesn't hesitate in hopping on board, even if she isn't sure they've properly paid for it.]

[chaostic]

Of course it is, it's a star. [ He chuckles, letting her run off as she pleases. There is something childlike in her enthusiasm that he can admire, something he lacks at the best of times, and he can't help feeding off her spark of energy while finally following her onto the ship she's chosen. ]

You say that like I've already done this myself. [ Who cares if they've properly paid for it when everything is virtually free? They'll drop a few more of those unlimited credits toward the docks when they get back if it's such a fuss. Loki finds the initial power source for the lunar sailer, kicking up the hum of the engine though it sounded less gas-powered and more smooth. ]

Don't disappoint, now. I won't tolerate easing into things.

[bosswald]

[The grin she gives him is confident (if maybe a bit reckless), and a mock salute accompanies it.]

I wouldn't dream of disappointing you.

[And as she heads over to steer, she does it with relative ease, thanks to having to pick up manning various vehicles across all of time and space over the past handful of months. There's a slight jostle as they get going and she gets the hang of things, but she does quickly, and soon they're quickly moving along. The look on her face is entirely focused.]