Loki Britton-Baldere (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lokithemuse) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2008-05-04 12:52:00 |
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Wednesday: September 5, 2007
Who: Loki [Narrative]
When: Late Morning
Where: The Isle of Tol'hith
What: Battling villainous foes for treasure!
“Oh, ya wanna dance, now do ya?” Loki taunted towards the already aggravated fire-shooting creature, tossing his sword from one hand to another as it huffed at him and smoke emitted from its rear end. The muse quickly made a disgusted face, waving his free hand in front of his face. “Whoa, mate,” he said, coughing, “that’s just disgusting, that is.” Of course, the huff came from the creature’s mouth, but the smoke came from the rear and Loki wasn’t sure what to make of that nonsense.
In fact, Loki wasn’t sure what the lil’ thingy was aside from having a highly-prized jeweled shell with various colorful gem-looking things on it and a turtle-like appearance to its body, although its color wasn’t green. The creature had red salamander skin with tufts of orange hair at the top of its reptilian head and at random places along its arms and legs. It wasn’t a fast-moving creature, hardly a predator at all, and moved as slow as a turtle, too. The only problem was it shot fire out of its bum, and Loki wasn’t having any of that get near him. Raising his sword, Loki aimed a fierce look at the reptile.
“Unhand that shell!” Loki demanded, as if the fire-creature was going to just pop into his shell and scurry out of it to leave it for Loki to collect. “I’ll have you know I’m a . . . ” Well, bollocks. How many times had he won that championship? “Twelve time . . . no, wait, wait, that’s ‘ll wrong . . . fourteen times? No, no, held it four times a year, didn’t they? Bloody bleeding ‘ell, was it fifteen or seventeen?” As Loki pondered this out loud with his lowered sword and free hand stroking his chin, the slow-moving creature had reached his feet and snapped at Loki’s pant leg and latched onto it. The muse yelped and shot into the air, kicking at the creature and whacking the dull side of his sword over its shell. “BLIMEY FIRECRACKER, GE’ OFF ME LEG!”
The creature he dubbed a ‘firecracker’ saw it fit not to let go, though, and Loki started hopping around on one leg in a circle. Finally, he flung his leg around and the creature let go — flying through the air as a stream of fire shot out of its bum and singed Loki’s pants. He made a high-pitched ‘eep!’ and fell over backwards from the force of the swing and the weight that unbalanced him.
— And landed right next to one of those god-awful firecrackers. It stared at him for a moment and made a chirruping noise, turning slightly and firing out its rear. Loki squealed like a little girl and scrambled upright, but not before a slight touch of fire signed his eyebrow. Jumping to his feet, Loki smacked his face over his eye and then lifted his sword. “Oh, ya nasty lil’ bugger,” Loki warned lowly. “You’re gonna ge’ it!”
The muse swung his sword and beheaded the firecracker. Loki blinked and held his sword with both hands as he stared down at it. “Well, that was just luck,” he said incredulously. After all, with such a small head, it was lucky he severed it at all. Suddenly, he stood upright and cleaned his sword before tucking it away in its sheath. Loki was still for a moment. Then, he threw his arms up into the air and began to jump up and down on his feet. “I kill’d a firecracker! I kill’d a firecracker!” he cheered.
Scooping up the shell with the remains of the reptile’s body still within it, Loki hurried back towards the temple to Theora and Adam to show them his prize from the fatal showdown with the ‘firecrackers’ of Tol’hith.
Who: Loki [Narrative]
When: Late Morning
Where: The Isle of Tol'hith
What: Battling villainous foes for treasure!
“Oh, ya wanna dance, now do ya?” Loki taunted towards the already aggravated fire-shooting creature, tossing his sword from one hand to another as it huffed at him and smoke emitted from its rear end. The muse quickly made a disgusted face, waving his free hand in front of his face. “Whoa, mate,” he said, coughing, “that’s just disgusting, that is.” Of course, the huff came from the creature’s mouth, but the smoke came from the rear and Loki wasn’t sure what to make of that nonsense.
In fact, Loki wasn’t sure what the lil’ thingy was aside from having a highly-prized jeweled shell with various colorful gem-looking things on it and a turtle-like appearance to its body, although its color wasn’t green. The creature had red salamander skin with tufts of orange hair at the top of its reptilian head and at random places along its arms and legs. It wasn’t a fast-moving creature, hardly a predator at all, and moved as slow as a turtle, too. The only problem was it shot fire out of its bum, and Loki wasn’t having any of that get near him. Raising his sword, Loki aimed a fierce look at the reptile.
“Unhand that shell!” Loki demanded, as if the fire-creature was going to just pop into his shell and scurry out of it to leave it for Loki to collect. “I’ll have you know I’m a . . . ” Well, bollocks. How many times had he won that championship? “Twelve time . . . no, wait, wait, that’s ‘ll wrong . . . fourteen times? No, no, held it four times a year, didn’t they? Bloody bleeding ‘ell, was it fifteen or seventeen?” As Loki pondered this out loud with his lowered sword and free hand stroking his chin, the slow-moving creature had reached his feet and snapped at Loki’s pant leg and latched onto it. The muse yelped and shot into the air, kicking at the creature and whacking the dull side of his sword over its shell. “BLIMEY FIRECRACKER, GE’ OFF ME LEG!”
The creature he dubbed a ‘firecracker’ saw it fit not to let go, though, and Loki started hopping around on one leg in a circle. Finally, he flung his leg around and the creature let go — flying through the air as a stream of fire shot out of its bum and singed Loki’s pants. He made a high-pitched ‘eep!’ and fell over backwards from the force of the swing and the weight that unbalanced him.
— And landed right next to one of those god-awful firecrackers. It stared at him for a moment and made a chirruping noise, turning slightly and firing out its rear. Loki squealed like a little girl and scrambled upright, but not before a slight touch of fire signed his eyebrow. Jumping to his feet, Loki smacked his face over his eye and then lifted his sword. “Oh, ya nasty lil’ bugger,” Loki warned lowly. “You’re gonna ge’ it!”
The muse swung his sword and beheaded the firecracker. Loki blinked and held his sword with both hands as he stared down at it. “Well, that was just luck,” he said incredulously. After all, with such a small head, it was lucky he severed it at all. Suddenly, he stood upright and cleaned his sword before tucking it away in its sheath. Loki was still for a moment. Then, he threw his arms up into the air and began to jump up and down on his feet. “I kill’d a firecracker! I kill’d a firecracker!” he cheered.
Scooping up the shell with the remains of the reptile’s body still within it, Loki hurried back towards the temple to Theora and Adam to show them his prize from the fatal showdown with the ‘firecrackers’ of Tol’hith.