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[ The video cuts to the godling racing up a wall of vertical stained-glass laced with vines, picking her way carefully; the green sparkles on her boots only seem to work when she touches the window. It's old, part of a ruined temple, and creaks a little here and there. Loki, however, seems to know what she's doing. Panting hard, she grins widely when she reaches the top of the ancient dome, windswept in her triumph. All around her is an incredible view of the seemingly endless jungle canopy. ]
South-west of the waterfalls there was a Taco Cat religion here some time ago. At least, that's how I'm interpreting the leftover hieroglyphs. Taco-eating-a-Cat? Could be a grim clam. I'm on my way back to some murals I think folk might be interested to see, but first —
[ Freezing as an angry roar rises in the distance, Loki continues. Out of her pocket she takes a stone artefact the size of a large Rubix's cube, carved with odd designs, showing it off for the camera in her gloved hand before tilting the view away as she taps it in a certain pattern to open it up; inside is what looks like liquid opal that emits a blue pulsing glow. ]
Wait for it ...
[ The ancient music-box tinkles out a matching version of Christina Aguilera's DIRRRTY as Loki hums, laughing delightedly when it does. ]
Isn't she lovely? I'm naming her Dolly after Parton. Lots of animal etchings, especially this Taco-Cat. I think it was also a god of — [ Shiiiiiiit! Not a God of Shit, no.
The dome shatters when a second roar blasts up through the temple's dome and Loki drops through the ceiling, grasping wildly at vines. Her phone and the cube crash through the canopy as they slip into the jungle, leaves and branches lashing at them until they all hit the dirt with a whumph that would indicate a mortal's immediate demise. But Loki is fine (dirty, not dead!) as she curses Skrymir's frosty balls and hisses Norns damn this soggy moss, finally snatching up her bright Starkphone to seek out the cube and stuff it in her coat. ]
Ah, anyway ... [ The growling rises for a third time, now in ground-level proximity. Loki scrabbles to her feet, horns skewered and clothes muddied. ] Never mind, archaeology later!
[ Which is when she makes a hasty exit and ends the feed. ]
South-west of the waterfalls there was a Taco Cat religion here some time ago. At least, that's how I'm interpreting the leftover hieroglyphs. Taco-eating-a-Cat? Could be a grim clam. I'm on my way back to some murals I think folk might be interested to see, but first —
[ Freezing as an angry roar rises in the distance, Loki continues. Out of her pocket she takes a stone artefact the size of a large Rubix's cube, carved with odd designs, showing it off for the camera in her gloved hand before tilting the view away as she taps it in a certain pattern to open it up; inside is what looks like liquid opal that emits a blue pulsing glow. ]
Wait for it ...
[ The ancient music-box tinkles out a matching version of Christina Aguilera's DIRRRTY as Loki hums, laughing delightedly when it does. ]
Isn't she lovely? I'm naming her Dolly after Parton. Lots of animal etchings, especially this Taco-Cat. I think it was also a god of — [ Shiiiiiiit! Not a God of Shit, no.
The dome shatters when a second roar blasts up through the temple's dome and Loki drops through the ceiling, grasping wildly at vines. Her phone and the cube crash through the canopy as they slip into the jungle, leaves and branches lashing at them until they all hit the dirt with a whumph that would indicate a mortal's immediate demise. But Loki is fine (dirty, not dead!) as she curses Skrymir's frosty balls and hisses Norns damn this soggy moss, finally snatching up her bright Starkphone to seek out the cube and stuff it in her coat. ]
Ah, anyway ... [ The growling rises for a third time, now in ground-level proximity. Loki scrabbles to her feet, horns skewered and clothes muddied. ] Never mind, archaeology later!
[ Which is when she makes a hasty exit and ends the feed. ]
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[Not the weirdest thing he'd ever seen to be fair, but he can't help but be a bit worried because whatever is coming Loki's way sounds pretty nasty, and he's not entirely sure how much damage it can do.]
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[ Crashing through the trees after her, the monster bellows and Loki picks up speed, racing over a river in her Seven-League boots to keep some distance between herself and the bank. This call in particular is answered over a private line. ]
Post-haste, Stephen!!
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Thirty seconds and I should have something. [It'll be rough and one time use, but one time is all they'll need right then.]
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[ Skidding down a hill and trying to stay on her feet, the tree-line behind her flattens with the weight of her pursuer. ]
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[But he's working as quickly as he can. Sorry everyone, he's not sure if this marker will wash off the counter, but he doesn't have time to go find something else, so everyone will just have to deal. Muttering an incantation under his breath as he worked up the fastest circle he could manage. A nick of a thumb to draw blood to finish the casting and if Loki cared to take a peek astrally, she might see the spell taking effect, rough and unpolished as it might be, to rip apart the older magic binding the creature to it's duty.]
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[ Too busy avoiding the crashing foliage, Loki springs up onto a set of boulders just in time to see the fire in the monster's eyes die down as Stephen's casting ensnares it; or rather, releases it. The heavy resonance cloaking the beast's limbs lifts and growls turn to grumbles as it stops chasing Loki to sniff the air, like there might be something far more interesting to do than try to eat a lanky godling.
Sighing in relief now that the danger has passed, she trots along after her former pursuer (from a safe distance) to see where it goes, whispering into the camera. ]
A thousand thanks ... or maybe a dozen, realistically. It doesn't seem to want to gobble me up anymore.
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But he is a bit tense as he waits to see the outcome of the situation, only easing up when he notices the creature seems much less inclined to continue harassing Loki once the spell runs it's course.]
You're more than welcome. Things would be far too dull around here if I let you get snapped up by that beast.
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[ Apparently a wild fruit bush is way more interesting than the cube which Loki takes out of her coat, checking the monster is thoroughly disenchanted by waggling it in the air. The beast chomps a branch and she hums, heading in a random direction for a far more relaxed stroll (to catch her breath, yikes). ]
Dolly says Thanks, too.
[ Or that's just Loki's way of hinting that Stephen can play with her new toy later. ]