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fulltiltdiva (fulltiltdiva) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-08-04 05:45:00

Entry tags:

!open, jeremiah crane (oc), loki laufeyson

WHO: Loki Laufeyson & OPEN
WHAT: Loki went out for a walk to clear his head and ended up in a whole other predicament.
WHEN: August 4th; Post Fear Toxin Release
WHERE: Colligo Streets
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

This wasn't what Loki had expected when he'd left the house. Several hours after dark and certainly several hours before anyone sane would allow themselves to wander the streets, Loki had slipped out into the evening air to try and collect thoughts that simply wouldn't coalesce as he tried to force himself to sleep. Having to turn such an action into a habit when it had been a matter he'd attended to before only when it had been truly required had been a difficult, and it was still not something that he had truly gotten a hang of, even after nearly a month in. And while leaving the house this late probably wasn't the best of ideas, he simply couldn't stand being cooped up and pacing the hallways would have only resulted in his rousing everyone else from their beds.

But this was a city, and, in the right places, a city never slept. Even as exhausting as the walk had been, it had given him the opportunity to run over several things in his mind, sort out the fact that he was apparently going to have to deal with this a lot longer than he had figured he might, that he was going to have to find ways to adapt beyond just adjusting to the human lifestyle. He still has his magic. He hadn't been stripped entirely of the things which made him who he was. He just needed to learn how to access it without the extreme drawbacks that kept being inflicted upon him, to give himself even the smallest of familiar boosts in this usual situation.

An unusual situation that was about to get worse. The screams were the first thing he noticed, the scattering of people filtering around him and the others like him who weren't quite sure what was going on turning to look at the chaos flowing towards them in the streets. The gas hit him next, not having enough time to even wonder what it was before his face was full of the fumes, choking against the substances as it filled his lungs, one breath, two breaths, more as he moved with the rest of the crowd, trying to find some place were he could manage a gasp of air not polluted with whatever was billowing in the streets.

And he was nearly across the plaza until the realization hit him, his gaze having shifted from the crowd back down to himself, and horror flooded his system at the sight before his eyes. Blue, ice cold, raised a dotted with the markings that he neither understood nor wished to. This wasn't right. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Human, this was the one thing that he wasn't supposed to have to worry about, but here it was, completely out on display for the world to see, and as Loki grappled for his reflection in a shop mirror, the chaos around him rippled, flowed until it was turned back onto him.

Their horror was not for what was happening, but for him, for what he was and what he represented, and as the knot tightened in his chest, Loki raised a hand, flinging a throwing knife, one of the few things he could still conjure without too much effort, into the glasspane of the shop, shattering the image reflected back to him in his mind's eye to pieces. And all the time, he was not at all aware of the fact that should anyone else have looked upon it, he would have looked as he always did: pale, lean, dark not marked and blue.

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fulltiltdiva
2012-08-05 03:00 am UTC (link)

A voice, clearer and more distinct than the rest, hit his ears, prompting Loki to turn his gaze away from his own hideous existence and rest his eyes on the one addressing him. It was hard to focus on the individual, but some characteristics stood out, swimming in front of his mind's eye until memory and paranoia shaped them into something similar to what was actually there. Small, blond, eyes wide with intent curiosity, Loki logically knew that it was not a younger version of his brother standing before him, but that was who his mind was insisting was there. And considering this place, his logic might have been in the wrong this time.

"What do I see?" Loki asked, a bitter laugh passing his lips before his eyes narrowed. Loki could only imagine what this looked like, vicious, threatening, the monster inside of him on full display for everyone to see. Why in the world was he being asked what it was when it was plainly obvious? "Do not mock my intelligence. You see it. They all see it," Loki said, gesturing towards the fleeing crowd. Why else would they run if not from the monster in their midst?

"Have you come to kill me?" Loki asked, voice wavering just a bit, a heavy panic in his eyes as he stared down at the figure in front of him. It might not have been his brother. It might have. But whatever or whoever it was, there was one thing that was certain in Loki's mind. No one would stand that close to him without the intention of ending his abominable existence. "Destroy the monster before it destroys you?"

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_ragdoll
2012-08-05 03:06 am UTC (link)

"No one can see what you see, Loki," Jeremiah said evenly. "It's the gas, it forces you to see your inner fears."

He smirked under his mask, moving closer to the older man. "I could kill you, if you really want." His head tilted, in an unnatural manner, almost broken, like the doll he represented. "Is that what you want, Mr. Loki?"

He pulled one of his father's sickles from his waistband, flipping it. "I could slit your throat...open your stomach...what would you like?"

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fulltiltdiva
2012-08-07 01:14 am UTC (link)

The words were all blurring together, his sight fuzzing right along with them as Loki tried to get a grip on the situation at hand. Kill you were the only words that registered immediately, the appearance of a weapon putting his guard up as he stared down at the blurred image of what may or may not have been his brother. Not seemed more than likely even as his mind was insisting upon it being the reality of the situation. But whoever it was, they had a weapon drawn, and while Loki couldn't blame them, faced with the monstrosity that he was, and no matter how much his heart kept telling him that dying would be better for him in the long run, that surrendering himself to the fate that he had been hoping to avoid in all of his desperate measures would save both time and heartache for everyone involved, his pride simply wasn't going to allow it.

Driven by the rush of adrenaline and anxiety rocketing through his system, Loki lashed out, throwing knife clutched in his hand as a makeshift dagger even if it was next to impossible to do serious damage with without the true force of momentum behind it. But he couldn't take the risk. If this was his brother, even though his mind was saying it was not, he could not take the chance at wounding him irreparably.

"What I'd like isn't possible," Loki growled out as he back towards the shattered window, trying to put some distance between himself and the individual swimming in his sight. "But if you're going to kill me, brother, like you promised to so long ago, I'm afraid it's not going to be quite so easy."

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