[ open ] And they said you were the crooked kind

[dothelokimotion]

who: Loki + You
what: catchall for CR
when: August
where: Around
warnings: N/A


[ Closed to 616!Tony Stark ]

[ Early mornings, Loki finds, are the best times to wander Riverview. Most people are still sleeping and the streets are all but empty. Of course there are a few stragglers around, but Loki finds it easier to ignore them as he enters the coffee shop. This is one of the few strange conventions he enjoys though he tends to leave after a certain hour. He orders a different coffee every time and settles himself next to the window with a book. To everyone else, he looks . . . normal. Ordinary. It's not an image Loki wishes to present to other people.

The Once and Future King lies open on the table as Loki takes a sip from his straw, occasionally glancing out the window and watching people drift. Living was so slow when you reside among humans. ]

[ Closed to VICTOR VON DOOM ]

[ While Loki loves his work at Gramarye, he does not care much for the people. And quite often, Loki gets tired of the inane questions that people bring him. Loki does his duties with aplomb because he dislikes being accused of doing a terrible job but eventually, people grate on him long enough to lock himself in the break room with Victor. ]

How do you even work with these people?

[ He trudges off to the coffee machine, looking harangued. ]

[ OPEN TO ALL daily life ]

[ If anyone wants to catch Loki, he can be found at Gramarye Institute of Magic, somewhat willing to answer queries or the library where Loki is slowly churning through the various literature available to him. You can also catch him wandering around Riverview in the rain without the slightest fear of being burned by acid rain.

If you need a personalized starter, please drop me a PP or ping me on quixotically#8692 ]

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[metalmenace]

[Victor watches Loki head to the coffee machine, drinking his own cup of coffee (not his preference, but he can deal with it for now) while his lips turn up into a hint of a smile.]

I had practice dealing with inane comments and mindless fools when I was still king. In my experience, you learn to either deal with them or end up killing them.

[That's...not helpful, Victor.]

[amelioraate]

[ if there was one thing that Tony was going to say that he enjoyed on this moon, it was the fact that there were some really damn good coffee places. sure, you could find them in New York as well, but he was looking on the bright side here and coffee was always a bit of a bright side for him.

that and New York didn't have the strange pastries that were filled with an assortment of different fillings that he couldn't identify. not that him being unable to identify the filling was the good part, but rather that he was sure New York didn't have some of these fruits.

so Tony had taken to a bit of a routine; in the early morning hours (not before the sun rose, but sometimes) he would make his way to town to grab a coffee (okay, sometimes a coffee but once in a while he would get something ridiculously complicated and impossible to order without the help of the charming owner's help) and something to eat before making his way back to either the lab for more work or to the housing for something like an attempt at sleep. a simple routine but one that managed to remind him of the passing of days every once in a while when he got too tangled up in his work to note the movement of time.

making his way easily to the cafe, Tony finds himself slowing as he nears, catching a glimpse of an all too familiar figure in the window seat.

Loki.

the last time they spoke wasn't the best, but Tony finds himself at the very least curious about the younger god of lies, so once he has picked up his order (just black coffee today, with something that almost looks like a blue doughnut), the engineer moves over to the open seat across from Loki, eyes flickering between the book, the empty seat and the god.

he doesn't sit, not yet.]

Do you mind if I sit, or would you prefer quiet time with Arthurian legends?

acid rain;

[krasnaya_vdova]

[Ava is out in the rain, rescuing people. With how wet out it is, she's a bit too hesitant to use her powers, doesn't even touch people directly. Not to mention that she's still trying to keep them quiet.

She's pretty good at avoiding the rain, whether it's through the environment or a stolen poncho that takes the rain a while to eat through, or running fast and hoping her skin doesn't spark. She'd just been concerning herself with a young woman that had been trapped, and it's when she helps her make it to the side of the street where she can make it back to the residential building that she catches a man stepping blithely into the rain from the corner of her eye.

She's turning, catching sight of him from the back and she doesn't parse it entirely until she's trying to pull him back under the awning.] It's dangerous, you'll--

[And then she catches the profile of his face and it clicks, leaving her with her least favorite Asgardian as her hand pulls back.] Loki.

Acid Rain |

[fingerstripes]

[ The fact that he's lasted even this long in a pelting acid rain storm probably should have clued him in. But this is a possibility he'd been dreading, an eventuality that seemed inevitable. He has to ask. ]

Hey- [ He lands nearby, knowing he looks patently ridiculous in a hazmat suit worn over a domino mask. His escrima sticks are tucked away, but they're similarly wrapped up in the material. ]

Not sure if you've seen the forecast, but it's not safe out here now.

[winscenario]

[ Between working on the shuttle and dealing with the repercussions of the acid rain, it's over a week after he's spoken to Loki that Jim manages to get some free time to meet up. He's not particular as to where they meet up for drinks, so he leaves it up for Loki to decide— if not, he'll pick just about any decent and quiet enough bar where they can have a chat.

It's later in the day, though the sun hasn't yet set, and it should be a while before dinnertime, and certainly a while before Bones's shift is over. Until then, Jim's in no particular rush. He shows up at the bar a few minutes early, in a set of casual dark clothes and a worn jacket he shrugs off as soon as he steps inside, looking around the place in search of Loki's face. ]

[hevenly]

[ They had agreed that they both could do with the chance to let off a little steam. And, for Angela at least, the best way she knew to do that was to fight. In the interest of not laying waste to their shared apartment, she leads Loki to a spot near the outskirts of the city, by the wall. Not many people come here, so there will be no passersby to worry about injuring. The ground is uneven, and overgrown with plant life. Weedy, tough tufts of grass poke out through cracks in the cement. It looks like at one point this was a basketball court, though rusted metal poles and faint chalk outlines are the only remnants of the game.

This should do. ]

How do you want to do this? Your magic against my blades?