WHO: Loki & Verity WHEN: Oh, roughly around 2PM today. WHERE: Snow and Loki's office WHAT: Book 'em, Danno! Bloody Mary won't be hassling anyone anymore. WARNINGS: Some Bloody Mary gore, but that's it.
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Loki’s eyes narrowed at the small sphere within his hands. It glowed and ebbed, its color a violent red. Suitable, he thought, given that the small figure within was pounding furiously at the outer casing as if she would bleed him dry if only she could get out…
Which wouldn’t be happening.
“I think you’ve done enough,” he replied to the inaudible threats, voice almost weary. You tried to reason with some, but all they wanted was to burn and destroy. He knew that old song and dance, but it just didn’t have its talons dug into him any longer. Perhaps that was why this was so frustrating. He’d pulled out of that rut, but Mary? Unwilling and deaf to any offer for help. Granted, he hadn't really offered any help, but…
No, this was her fate for now. Possibly she might find some peace if only she used her solitude to think in. Possibly not. Either way, the small orb was slipped into his pocket with no flourish. There was, after all, a large-scale battle still raging around them. Shards of glass flew, screams pierced the air and drowned out Elton John’s pop rock ballad, and Verity shouldn’t be out in this at all -- not when even Loki himself had earned a lovely gash of red, despite even the armor of his thick skin. Glass was a lethal blade with the right edge, and there was a steady drip of blood from the slice that had been carved into his right arm. He pushed it out of his mind for now. Bloody Mary’s duplicates didn’t seem to care that the original had been summarily removed from the battleground because of course they didn’t.
“Verity?”
She could have spent the whole battle invisible and out of harm's way, but there was no use when there were glass copies who didn't look like glass copies until they were shattered. Well, that was true for everyone, except Verity Willis. She saw right through them, but that didn't stop them from screaming in her face or pulling gore-soaked mirror pieces from her chest to slash at her.
Truth be told, this was all very exhausting. Every copy ping set off her lie detector, and when this was all over and done with, she was going to have one hell of a headache. The cool floor in her bedroom might be calling to her before long. (As long as they could get rid of these damned glass copies.)
"Over here!" Her elbow collided with Mary's howling face, instantly shattering the head. Her body stayed upright, trying to claw at her. Verity shrieked and stomped her boot-laden feet on Mary's. The glass held up the first time, but the second time, the whole thing came out.
It wasn’t as easy to pick out the familiar voice in the midst of shattering glass, but Loki swung his gaze around and spotted his BFF getting the best of yet another duplicate. There was an expression that flitted across his face at how well she was holding her own: something impressed and definitely amused, as only Loki could find entertainment in this. It quickly blinked out the moment he spotted another Mary lunging in, and his grin turned dangerous before his scepter was swung around. The collision with the glass imposter’s chest caused a complete burst; only shards were left to tinkle downwards to ground.
“Let’s get out of here,” he picked up again, this time quicker on his feet as he rushed over to Verity. A hand was held out for her to take. His other hand gripped his scepter tightly, ready to take out any other incoming attacks. “The others can handle the rest. They like punching stuff more than you and I.”
Verity had never been a fighter. She had a whole new ID that said she could go out and join a superhero team if she wanted, but being classified a D-7 had its perks. You got all the benefits of your superpower, and none of the responsibility. No one would force you to go to training or be around people. It worked out pretty well. She worked from home, checking out the lying liars who lied on surveys, and she never had to see anyone except the Chinese delivery guy. Hell, she even got her groceries delivered to her.
Fighting glass copies of Bloody Mary figured no where on that spectrum. Verity grabbed his hand, allowing him to lead her where ever it was that he deemed safe. She thought she'd been safe in her housing unit. Apparently not. "Are you sure we should just leave them to it?"
Ducking and dodging was a natural talent, which made clearing the field easier for Loki than most. He held Verity’s hand tight enough to make sure she was following his lead and stopping whenever an incoming shard needed to be dealt with. To her question, though, he spared a glance over his shoulder, brows faintly knitted.
“No,” was the admission, and a shrug follow soon after. “But she won’t be making any more mirror images, which means --” Loki’s reflexes were fast enough to drop Verity’s hand and catch one of Mary’s remaining army by the neck before she could get a hold on either of them. He rarely used his strength for lack of needing it when magic did the legwork and then some, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there. A thrust against the mirror copy’s throat sent her backward under such a force that she hit ground with her back and nearly exploded on contact.
“Which means there’s bound to be somewhere safe now, and you can tell me how stupid it is to not wear shoes there.”
Verity's eyes widened to comical size behind her glasses as she watched Loki throwing the otherwise super-strength Bloody Mary. She was hideous, shards of glass embedded in her body, sigils of all sorts gouging deep into her skin. Blood ran from her eyes, which looked as if she'd popped her eyeballs and was now oozing goo and gore down her cheeks. It was everywhere. The floor looked like candy glass slathered in thick red syrup.
"Get me out of here, and I'll tell you anything you want!"
Loki made a fast grab for Verity’s hand again, but this time followed it up with a quick bit of translocation magic. The red-covered floor was gone, replaced with the cool stone of his and Crowley’s shared room. Every surface had been covered or flipped over beforehand, which meant it was quiet and absolutely void of Mary’s presence -- the exception being tucked safely into his pocket.
There was a look towards Verity, then, followed by a grin. “Well, that was exciting.” A hand was shoved into his pocket to pull out the flashing red sphere. He held it up, eyes narrowed at the figure within. Bloody Mary still appeared to be trying her hand at pounding her way out, fueled by an inexhaustible fury.