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- marvel (mcu): sam wilson,
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- star trek (aos): james kirk,
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- ✖ marvel (ultimates): tony stark,
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video » @LOKIOFASGARD
[ The recording shows Loki in a tall-backed chair, a faint green glow off-screen drawing his gaze now and then in the shadowy surroundings. Chinning a hand, he appears uncharacteristically sober, the way only a handful of people have witnessed, and his lips have lost their usual mischievous quirk.
Sighing as though this is a chore, he begins. His voice remains carefully level. ]
Tony Stark of Earth-616 has returned through the portal. I had his movements tracked via rune-magic in case he fell into a different dimension or was kidnapped into Hel-knows-where, that sort of thing tends to happen back home more often than not. But it seems, from what I can confirm from tracing his last steps, that they led him ... away from us.
[ His gaze falls to the mysterious glow, watching it from under hooded lashes instead of paying viewers any mind. ]
If anyone wants to claim his workshop in the perimeter guard headquarters, it's full of his last projects. Unfinished. I suggest our other-verse Starks take precedence over commandeering his mess to make use of it or throw it away.
[ Turning the phone around, the illumination reveals itself to be a ghostly green Tony going about his work on the other side of the desk, a conjured echo as the reality-bending god looks on with everyone else. Why Loki summoned it is unexplained, but he raises two fingers to brush aside the phantom with a gesture and it dissolves in an unearthly silent breeze. The workshop's lights remain off; Loki doesn't need them to see and he would rather hide his face. ]
I doubt he would mind, either way.
Sighing as though this is a chore, he begins. His voice remains carefully level. ]
Tony Stark of Earth-616 has returned through the portal. I had his movements tracked via rune-magic in case he fell into a different dimension or was kidnapped into Hel-knows-where, that sort of thing tends to happen back home more often than not. But it seems, from what I can confirm from tracing his last steps, that they led him ... away from us.
[ His gaze falls to the mysterious glow, watching it from under hooded lashes instead of paying viewers any mind. ]
If anyone wants to claim his workshop in the perimeter guard headquarters, it's full of his last projects. Unfinished. I suggest our other-verse Starks take precedence over commandeering his mess to make use of it or throw it away.
[ Turning the phone around, the illumination reveals itself to be a ghostly green Tony going about his work on the other side of the desk, a conjured echo as the reality-bending god looks on with everyone else. Why Loki summoned it is unexplained, but he raises two fingers to brush aside the phantom with a gesture and it dissolves in an unearthly silent breeze. The workshop's lights remain off; Loki doesn't need them to see and he would rather hide his face. ]
I doubt he would mind, either way.
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Ah, was he working on anything for your shuttle, or ... ? I can access his files if you need anything.
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No, it's alright. We spoke vaguely about a few things for the guard, but nothing concrete came out of it.
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[ He is grateful, yet his silvertongue is lead and he can't suffuse much more of a reaction into himself other than a nod. ]
Maybe later we could go out for a drink.
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[ Until then, he can understand Loki's need to be alone, so he'll give him the room he needs. He just doesn't want the god to think he's completely alone— although he's sure he won't be short on people offering words of comfort and offers similar to his own. ]
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