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[ikols]

[ 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. ]

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[ikols]

[ A smirk flashes through her smile, eyeing him keenly. ]

Which speedsters are you familiar with, Officer Grayson?

[fingerstripes]

[ Equilibrium restored for the moment, he shakes his head, all self-deprecating bashfulness. ]

Not too many. They tend to leave the mook punching to the professionals where I'm from.

...Though I do know for a fact we don't have anyone with the power to charm Godzilla to sleep in ten minutes or less.

[ikols]

[ Cute, but she'll reserve judgement on that coy bashfulness for now. Is anyone that adorable without trying? Hm. Instead she laughs, waggling her brows. ]

Well, now you have me. Aren't you lucky?

[ It feels good to ask that question and know the other person isn't going to immediately question their life choices by merely talking to her. ]

[fingerstripes]

Well, considering all the evidence I'm gonna have to go with yes. [ Dick Grayson New Jersey Cop would be dazzled, but it's not as if he really needs to fake it in this case. She's something else. Just like the other one.

And he's back to studying her face for a long moment. Trying to make it click in his mind. There's not a chance she doesn't know him, in a city this size. ]

[ikols]

You look puzzled, are you feeling okay?

[ Not that she's noticed how very Bombay blue his eyes are, or is admiring them with a stare in return. ]

[fingerstripes]

Sure. Definitely. [ Damn. His expression smooths out at once, confusion disappearing as it were never there. ]

...Actually this is probably the part where I need to ask if I'm gonna be running the risk of waking Cthulhu by taking in the morning air.

Assuming you know the answer.

[ikols]

Are you going to run into more monsters like this one, you mean? I doubt it if you're staying within the confines of the first fence. [ What an odd thing to ask. Perhaps she ought to clarify what passed here today. ] This beast was bound to a duty, unnatural and uncaring of its free will. Now it roams unfettered.

You're a little strange, officer. Can I say that without getting arrested?

[fingerstripes]

...Yeah. Well, I’m still a little out of element here. At least where the mook punching ends and the guardian totems begin. [ Which would probably still be kind of true even factoring in a decade of leading the Titans across space, time and dimension. His strength there had been his friends. ]

I think it’s a little soon to break out the handcuffs.

[ikols]

On official business, sure.

[ A wink rides that flirtation into the sunset as she doesn't miss a beat and picks up a new tangent, ahem. ]

Thank you for checking up on me, Mister Grayson, it's very kind. I'll be sure to root you out and leave a gift-basket on your doorstep!

[fingerstripes]

Not that I was much help... [ His hand goes to the back of his neck, caught awkwardly between pleased and embarrassed. ]

You don't have to, I promise.

[ikols]

You do? Ah, then you don't want us to talk again?

[ Definitely teasing now, although she manages the Dispirited Pouting Look with little effort. ]

I see, I understand ...

[fingerstripes]

[ Now that's just uncanny.

It's also charming and it makes him laugh, even as she's shaking his head. ]

Now, I never said that.

But I think you're gonna find I'm a pretty easy man to pin down.

[ And now she gets the wink.




What. What is he doing. ]

[ikols]

[ The pout vanishes in a broad smile, green eyes dancing as she lets herself be charmed by his cheese. ]

I'll be sure to put that to the test, Officer Grayson. Anywhere in particular I'm likely to catch you?

[fingerstripes]

Well if you’d care to show an officer any tricks of the monster trade, I’d love to tag along sometime.

[ None of his 50 questions are really suitable for the network. And he really, really wants to see her in action. ]

[ikols]

[ That's not really an answer, which she can appreciate in her own way if Grayson wants to keep his cards close to his chest. Fair enough. ]

Hard as this may be to believe, I don't go out looking for trouble.

[ Trouble specifically, because she sure makes an effort to find anything and everything else. ]

[fingerstripes]

Sure, maybe not. [ He has the grace to look a little contrite. ]

But you do seem to know what to do when it finds you.

[ikols]

Sweet talker. Alright, I'll how you the ropes sometime.

[ With jaunty salute, she signs off. She has a jungle to navigate, but Grayson makes an impression long after she returns from it. ]