Loki (it_burns_you) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2012-06-22 00:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: character: phil coulson, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: location: the raft, z: om1: past character: billy kaplan 02, z: om1: past character: loki laufeyson |
Break out!
Characters: Loki, Billy (and Coulson~!)
Setting: The Raft
Content: Violent, but swear free! Loki hasn't learnt any of those yet! *HINT*
Summary: Loki getting busted out of prison and stopping to mess with Coulson some more~!
Loki paced around the four walls of his cell with the look of a tiger stalking around the confines of a zoo, he had been in captivity for far too long and with little focus being paid to him. He had grown restless, he had expected more contact with the enemy than he had received. Though he supposed he owed that to the hungry fiends prowling around the city below, it was frustrating, given the fact he'd let himself be captured for the soul purpose of finding out more about this realms reality. His inkling only continued to grow as he though of the undying agent, he frowned and moved to sit on the cot. The room was stuffy and uncomfortable, but he had remained in his armor, wishing to remain looking at least dignified in captivity.
He reached down the side of the bed and hoisted up the bag of treats he had swiped from the boy, Alex, and rifled through it, he settled on something called a twinkle and ripped open the packaging. With an already dubious look he bit into it and was surprised by the explosion of taste on his tongue. It was rather... pleasant. He frowned, but did not stop eating the treat. At this rate he was going to get fat just from eating through his boredom. He hadn't been idle however, he'd carved some rather interesting runes into the walls of the cell with magic that happened to be dirty words, in Norse. He threw the empty wrapper onto the floor beside the bed and glared at it in betrayal. Not filling in the slightest, good lord, how did these mortals survive? Rifling in the bag some more he found a pocket knife.
Picking the blade up curiously he flipped it open and admired it, the boy had sense after all, he flipped it back and forth a few times, watching the mechanism. Mortal engineering was becoming quite fascinating, to see how they created their own imitations of magic through science. Still they had not managed to prevent the constant buzz of the camera and the way the halogen lighting hurt his eyes, lying back he put a hand over his face to prevent the migraine forming behind his eyes. Then with one hand began to create magical patterns in the air of swirling green and blue, the magic formed the picture of a snake, winding its way around a tree and poised itself to strike at a bird in its nest. However before the tale finished Loki closed his hand and the magic ceased.
His magic was getting stronger each day, his body was completely healed, with the limited use of his abilities he was beginning to build a well of magic in reserve. He could feel the tingle beneath his skin, thrumming with potential and he smiled. The chaos of it. He needed to get out of this hole! He was bored...
The camera's buzzing soon became too much for him and with a twitch of his fingers it sparked and fell to the floor, enough was enough! Sitting up he moved to stand, undead or not he would not be kept in this ridiculous closet anything longer!