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[while the quarters she appeared in were infinitely better than a great big hole in the ground, after a mere day of exploring, Leah has already found herself bored with this quaint town. After a brief examination of the journal by her bedside, she had dismissed it as little more than the mindless gibberish not unlike those forums of the internet Loki insisted she frequent. Most of the remaining morning had been spent attempting to spell the black wings from her back before she set out from the dwelling.

Now, she sits in the small tavern she found, sipping a chocolate milkshake. Bored. And ready to return, if not to her Mistress' side, than to the town of Broxton so that, at least, she may find company.

However poor said company might be.]

Player: Jenny
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Character Name: Leah of Hel
Character Fandom: Marvel comics - Journey into Mystery

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[Her grip loosens a little on the glass and she lifts her hand to examine the traces of shaken milk covering her palm.

Perhaps the glass of shaken milk did not deserve her frustrations. But she reaches for a napkin and gently cleans her hand and the glass itself.

That done, she finally does bother to provide an answer. It is surprisingly frank.]

I appeared in a far away land with little explanation as to my arrival. My life is not my own, Loki, but accepting this easily is more than should be asked of me.

[Loki watches her, sipping on his own milkshake.]

I won't disagree with that.

[The tone of his voice is serious now.]

And I haven't accepted this either.

[But there really are some nice things about this place. He sighs and frowns for a moment, for some reason it pains him when he shoves his milkshake towards Leah. After all, it is a milkshake, and his favorite taste.]

It is a gift of welcoming, yes?

[She remembers the first time Loki had introduced her to the shaken milk. Still, he had not told her what had happened to the cow to render it so. She had never asked again.

Nor had she ever accepted a gift from him willingly. Even the Yuletide first had been returned with a blast of hellfire.

She accepts the glass silently and takes a long sip.] You can always obtain another.

Always so very thankful. I am most touched, bff.

[That is sarcasm but Loki grins afterwards. He is happy to see his bff again and he is also happy she is here.

Chances are big she isn't sharing his happiness right now, though... Maybe not ever, but well, his bff is hard to read sometimes.]

If you have any questions about this realm I will be happy to answer them, yes? I do not like answering questions but I shall make an exception for yours.

[She takes a very long, long draw of shaken milk through the straw. It is ever refreshing, though not nearly as delicious as her own chocolate flavored drink.

Questions. Oh, she has many.]

How do we leave this realm?

[Now that is a good question and Loki taps his chin for a moment, fingers of his other hand drumming on the table.]

I have not yet find a way out of this realm, Leah. There is a system of tunnels but apparently they seem to lead to absolutely nowhere.

The Malnosso are not fond of people leaving so they make sure no one will be leaving.

[He makes a wide, dramatic gesture with his arm.]

It is utterly depressing and discouraging!

[The information Loki provides is most depressing and discouraging, his dramatic gesture even more so.

Leah takes a long slurp of the shaken milk before picking up the cherry stem between her thumb and index finger. She looks at it curiously before taking it into her mouth.]

I will have to talk to these Malnosso.

They are not a very talkative bunch, I have to say. I believe they have a couple of representatives. But even those are not quite talkative.

[After that he points at the cherry.]

Do not eat the stem. It is gross.

[Alas, Midgardian slang escapes Leah's knowledge. She looks down at the stem in hand and frowns.]

There is only one. That is not a gross.

[Has no one taught you simple arithmetic, Loki?]

[Loki raises his eyebrows and stays silent for a while. After that he bursts out in laughter, hand touching Leah's arm briefly.]

I hope you are aware of the wit you display sometimes, bff!

[He keeps snickering.]

Not a gross as in an amount of something. But gross as in utterly disgusting.

[Her eyes narrow in anger when he starts to laugh and she flings the hand from her arm away. She has not said anything of amusement, Loki Laufeyson. And thus, does not appreciate the laughter accompanying her statement.

Sparks of green hellfire flicker in her eyes and in her fingers.]

I had not meant my words to be of entertainment.

Edited 2012-12-01 21:45 (UTC)

[Loki tries to tone his laughter down, really. He tries. Oh how he tries. And how he utterly fails at trying.]

I know...I know.

[He should shut up and really quick too...]

...Still they are of great comical value, bff!

Loki Laufeyson! [She practically growls his name, holding up a palm filled with green fire.] You will desist with this laughter right now!

[At least Loki manages to tone it down to soft snickering. That is something, right?]

Aye, aye, aye.

[He tries to pull the most straight face he is capable of.]

Behold. My serious face.

[Perhaps the face is serious. But it does not appear serious enough in Leah's opinion. Nor is it an action taken soon enough. The helfire coalesces into a ball within her hand. Disregarding their surroundings, she hurls the ball in his direction.

And does so happily smile.]

Edited 2012-12-11 00:17 (UTC)

[Alas, it does not work and the second Loki notices that Leah is really going to bomb him with helfire he tries to get away as soon as possible and dives to the left, hands covering his head.

The ball hurls right over him but not over the bar behind their table...

Oh, how he has missed his bff...]

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[action] [ahahaha, oh god Leah A+]

[action] [so unknowingly, too! XD]

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