First Prank: Grand Entrance

[doeswhathewants]

[A charming smile with wide and innocuous green eyes, though the glitter in them is something less than harmless and innocent. When he speaks, his voice is light and engaging. Ignore the fact that he’s soaking wet.]

Hello out there!

[The volume is a bit loud and he winces before catching it and allowing his features to adjust back into that beguiling smile. He fixes the volume, teeth catching his lower lip in an expression that really is innocent. His charm does not fade as he speaks again]

Let's try this again? Ah. Better. Now. It seems there has been a terrible mistake, a grave error, I am entirely unsure of where I am, only that I woke up here- yes! woke up!- after being dumped in a fountain and er- found this Stark phone on my person. .

Obviously, whoever has done this has the wrong person entirely. I am no one at all of consequence, a Parisian orphan.

[He frowns and the expression is solemn, pious]

Now, if you please, could someone tell me how far back to Paris?

[OoC Note: Serrure speaks in the All Tongue (he understands every language, anyone he speaks to will understand him) but he thinks he's speaking in French and will assume everyone else is, too.]

Comments

Yes you are :3

[doeswhathewants]

So I have been told. Most unfortunate. Business to attend back home. You know, grown men things. [Ignore that he's thirteen. Totally a grown man.]

[godofabs]

What grown matters could you be attending to? (this is kinda weird, oh well this place is always kind of weird.)

Either way, you are the whims of the deities here. I doubt you have much choice.

[doeswhathewants]

I have business ventures to look after. Someone will take over the prime spots I have claimed should I be gone too long. [All the prime tourist pickings. Woe and sorrow.]

Does anyone really have much choice back home, either? There are deities there, too. Good. Evil. Causing destruction with nary a thought the average folk trying to make their living among the chaos. And if anyone ever tells you that a person is not at the whims of others, he is a fool.

[godofabs]

Fear not, time will pass as if you never left. (the rest gets an eyebrow raise.)

For one so young, you sound wise beyond your years. Though, there is always a choice; it might not be the ideal circumstance, but we always have a choice.

[doeswhathewants]

Ah. Well, that is one perk that everyone else has failed to mention. [He might treat this as an interesting little vacation, then.]

What sort of a choice is it when circumstance forces one to choose between cutting off their left arm or their right? That is choice born of force, born of the whim of others. What does it matter what one chooses in those circumstances.

[godofabs]

For what reason were you cutting your arm of? For yourself? For others? That is more important than the reason why you have to cut your arm off.

[doeswhathewants]

Is there ever a good reason to cut ones arm off? That is the point. There is not. We are all at the whim of others unless we choose not to be. Some people deal with this by fighting, some by settling in. Which are you?

[godofabs]

I am the one losing an arm in battle, of course. And you?

[doeswhathewants]

Ah, the noble sort. I ought to have known.

Myself? Well. I am picking the pocket of the noble one armed men and the selfish one armed men while keeping both of my arms and talking someone into giving up theirs in my stead.

[godofabs]

A fool would attempt to rob a man of no wealth here. I fear, youngster, that you have wasted your time on the most noble of people.

[doeswhathewants]

You consider yourself the most noble of people?

[godofabs]

No, no, hardly.

[doeswhathewants]

Then who are you?

[godofabs]

I am simply - myself.

[doeswhathewants]

Better yourself than someone else, in my opinion, anyway.

[godofabs]

In that case, I am Thor. And you are?

[doeswhathewants]

[Just this long sort of pause.]

The Thor? You are stuck here, too? Disheartening, really.

I am Serrure, pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[godofabs]

I had thought that many had forgotten us, cast us to myth. I seem to be getting that reaction a lot, it seems.

Serrure, hail and well-met.

[doeswhathewants]

Myth. Right. Well, it is difficult to consider you and yours a myth when you are so often in the news for helping save the world. Of course, I am told not all of us are from the same universe. Universes. I am rather unsure of the plural of that one.

Ah, yes. You, too. [He is totally stealing that line.]

[godofabs]

... Right. The idea is still quite new to me to understand. But, if that is what I am doing in your universe, I am pleased.

[doeswhathewants]

Doesn't weird you out that there's another version of you running around somewhere?

[godofabs]

No, not really.

[doeswhathewants]

Generous of you.

Personally, I prefer to be unique. Original. The idea of someone else running around in another universe with my face is off putting.

[godofabs]

You only control of yourself in this one, it would be better to focus on it.

[doeswhathewants]

Such a narrow view, I prefer a broader one.