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( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 003.
Like it or not, you've been dragged from your world into the sanctum. It's a pretty nice city, all things considered--sci-fi, high-tech, glamourous.... Except, of course, for the giant dome encircling it, and the threat of glitching, contaminated zombies at your door. Looks like humanity's built itself a fortress that looks suspiciously like a cage, too.
The object of this meme is to get people familiar with the world of the Sanctum, and to try to see if their characters would fit in a sci-fi utopia such as this. Here are your options:
1. Intro: Waking Up. Make your intro post, folks. You wake up in a strange place, and get a strange transmission to go with it. What are you going to do?
2. Failed Upgrade. One of your upgrades is more wrong than right. How will you cope? What exactly is different? Who will help?
3. Mission outside the dome. You've come under fire. The strange things are coming towards you. Luckily, you have your suit, your teammates, and a lot of firepower. Or are you stranded on your own, looking for someone to come to the rescue? Perhaps you're the rescuer.
4.Infected Something bit you. Now you're turning into them, and all you can hear is a high-pitched squealing in your head, like a frequency you just can't quite hear. Do you tell your loved ones, or do you wait? Do you trust your doctor?
5. Military training Everyone's got to start somewhere. You're training the green folks, maybe you're one of the newcomers yourself. Maybe you haven't even touched a gun before in your life. Either way, you'd better start now.
6. Chance encounter makin' my way downtown walking fast, faces pass--you get the point. You bump into someone! Shopping, or strolling in a park? Maybe just lunch in a cafe?
7. Glory to the Network! Network post. Text with general queries, say what you have to say to the entirety of the whole city.
8. Wildcard: Whatever you want. Mix and match, switch and swatch, make something else up entirely!
#6
At one time, he might have resented this, having to find his brother and clean up his messes--oh, who was he kidding, he still resented it a bit. But the work of a shadow was never done, and at least it was interesting. And he's come to understand that being the king just means having a target painted on one's back, whereas being the shadow behind the throne means painting the target on a series of poor fools who have no idea just how much trouble they're in.
So he's cutting through the crowd in the city now, rapidly picking up the little behavioral tics that will mark him as a resident, and always, always watching. But he may stop at a coffee shop or restaurant to buy refreshment with the money he mysteriously acquired with his suit as well.]
#6
At this time of day the usual individuals were shopping, those he was now familiar with through time and practice and his general charismatic nature- but one head he would know from any angle. One man he frowns after and approaches with care, bag of wines and cheeses for Irene balanced upon his hip.
Tis only when he is within earshot that he does dare murmur the name.]
Loki.
Re: #6
Ah, brother. Took you long enough to pick me out.
[He smiles thinly.]
You'd best explain the situation, since it seems you've been here long enough to become comfortable.
[All simple observation, that, coupled with knowing Thor isn't the most adaptable of souls.]
You can start with where my wife might be.
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...To my knowledge you have no wife.
[Start with that. It's easiest to start with the most obvious and move from there.]
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He likes this not at all.]
Have you been hit in the head recently? [Quite likely by the woman herself...] Eaten those funny mushrooms from Alfheim again?
[What other reasonable explanation could there be? Thor hasn't made a habit of angering any sorcerers, at least not recently, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. Oh Hel, what mess are they in this time?]
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A game. A trick. Nothing more. He cannot dare to think that there is a time after when they will be as they once were. That door is shut to him.]
No. I am as I have ever been. What of this wife? Who is it that you have wed?
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If you don't recall, you needn't concern yourself. Perhaps I made her up to test you.
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You were about to tell me of this place, yes?
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[He mutters, hands settled firmly in his pockets for want of his hammer by his side.]
I understand well not wishing to cause alarm and panic in public but you need not treat me with such kindness when we both know you loathe me.
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He side eyes Thor mightily at that next comment.]
What self-pitying nonsense is this? However long we've been apart, it has been no doing of mine.
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I suppose you slipped from the Bifrost and fell rather than letting go. [He mutters. He has been so long in the company of Midgardians that yes, even a prince does mutter.] And merely forgot to contact us afterward to inform us that you yet lived. How foolish of me to assume otherwise.
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After a moment, he says, very carefully:]
No, Thor. I attempted to leap from the Bifrost. And you did not let me.
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[Habit alone has him walking and little else. This was a cruel trick. A lie. An attempt to make him question his recollection of the event that wrest his family asunder. Such tricks were well within Loki's grasp and yet-
He does not think his brother would lie about falling. Not when it painted him a victim to say that he fell.]
You let go. You fell. I could not stop you. I tried, Loki, but I could not.
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No, that is not what happened at all. After your father woke to stop the invasion of Jotunheim, I...
[Oh, he does not like speaking of this at all, but this seems to be very important. And this story is relatively well known. It isn't a secret, like his wife.]
Hah. In my shame and desperation, I sought to escape in the only way left. You did not allow it. In fact, you tackled me to the ground and broke my nose, you great, clumsy ass. But at that point we were exiled and there were far greater concerns upon us than my poor nose.
[His eyes narrow]
What have they done to you here?
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This Loki merely said 'your father' as though it was something known to him and little else. That rage is gone.]
...Who are you, truly? That is not- Jotunheim was not invading. Jotunheim was under attack. By you, using the Bifrost as a weapon against them. I shattered the bridge to stop it- and you fell. I caught the spear you held and nearly fell after you- but Father- Odin. Odin caught me by the foot and I had to watch you let go rather than live knowing you were a Jotun's son.
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I'm going to continue walking. You'd best keep up. I've no desire to draw extra attention to myself by having to forcibly adjust your perception of reality in the middle of the street.
[And then he goes back to walking.
What madness is this that Thor spouts? Well, the Bifrost plan is a nice one, and it actually had been his original intention to do so, only Thor had put his foot down over it because it was insufficiently honorable. Which was the point where Loki had learned that truly, there was no good in bringing Thor into his plans unless everything had already been set in motion. And of course Jotunheim had been under attack, Asgard was about to invade it. (And invasion engineered by Loki but there was no need to bring that detail to the fore if it had currently been forgotten.)
...but it had all worked out all right in the end, really, so he couldn't even be that annoyed about it any longer. It had been a fool's errand, and his mind had been clouded at the time by rage at Odin and horror at the knowledge of what he truly was. And then from there it had been exile to Midgard for the both of them, and on the tale had wound.
What kind of lies had Thor been told? What sort of tortures had he endured to set them so firmly in his mind? And more importantly, who would Loki be slowly flaying alive for having done this?]
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Perhaps this is Loki, yes. But not his brother. Perhaps he belonged to a realm where his fate was different. Where he had not chosen a foolish course- where he had not been pushed to it.
A realm where he had not fallen and been lost.
Curiosity, regret, and the most disconcerting swell of envy bid him walk on. Bid him fallow. To learn the man his brother might have been were the world different. And so he follows. Selfishly- he follows. For a fair while he walks in silence, meeting Loki's stride and walking shoulder to shoulder with him through the crowd at a pace familiar to him. Something they did often when walking the city streets before...evreything.]
...I saved you, in your realm?
[That remains one of his most bitter regrets. That he had been unable to catch his brother. Unable to follow him.]
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Even if the conversation immediately returns to being strange and difficult.]
I was not well pleased at the time, but our exile to Midgard bore interesting fruit.
[For a moment, he glances down at his hand, that same hand. Hah.]
I still loathed your father until the end. He never said as much, but I think he would have much preferred you'd let me jump, all told.
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[That was the easiest way to think of this. Tis Loki, but not as he knew him. A different man. A better one- and oh how that thought did sting.]
He held me fast by the leg as you slipped and would not let me loose to follow.
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I was never what he wanted me to be. Even when I decided that I would in truth be your shadow, I did not do it in the way he wished. [He smiles.]
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He wanted a pair of princes. I know not what he found.
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[Odin had wanted a loyal puppet to eventually take the throne of Jotunheim. What he'd ended up with was a man who had seen his own strings and deliberately cut them.]
So am I dead, then, in your realm? Or far worse, your expression seems to say.
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[He murmurs, head low. There is much to tell- and he finds he does not mind telling it.]
You fell into darkness and we thought you dead. We mourned. Then naught a year later you appear on Midgard in possession of a staff connected to the power of the Tesseract to wage war. You bring an army- we fight.
[Twas a brief battle but a wounding one. He shudders to remember the rage, the instability present in his brother's eyes when he'd looked upon them last.]
I pled with you to end it. To return home. You put a knife between my ribs.
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The strange parallels of the worlds. [He sounds thoughtful at that.]
I had an experience of my own with the Tesseract, when I had a look at it, at Fury's behest. It did not go well, and ended with you and your green compatriot breaking most of my bones before the invader had been driven from my mind.
[His lips quirk in a smile that isn't the healthiest of expressions.] I did get you a good one between the fifth and sixth ribs before that, though.
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[The anger, the resentment- that he can work through. That he can accept in some way, can absolve himself of. But that madness. That sick desparation that hounded Loki so. For that to be something else- it leaves him with the barest glimmer of hope where he has had none for so long.]
The Tesseract- it twisted your mind in some way as you bent the wills of my comrades?
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[Another little shudder.]
A foolish mistake on my part, and it was paid in full with blood, both mind and that of our friends.
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