poly_chromatic | First Prank: Grand Entrance

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marvel 616 - loki

First Prank: Grand Entrance

[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.]

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[This one is just crazy like a fox.]

I lean more towards the Dickensian orphan thief, type. You know, Oliver Twist, something like that. Charming and lovable.

[A tasty fox? :|a]

Oliver allowed himself to be meekly tossed about by the fates too much for my liking.

More partial to the Artful Dodger myself.

Yes, but the Artful Dodger was not nearly as charming. Though I consider myself a master of my own fate rather than a passenger.

[He might let you. But you might also get a knife in the gut for your troubles. Though.. hey, god blood!]

Then perhaps you'd fit the archetype of the Bard's Puck better.

[Knives in the gut are a standard Hello for him. He has healing powers. And can't die :|]

[...That God-Blood sounds nummy tho']

[This one has healing powers, too, though he does not know it. So he'd be like a well filled soda machine. Of blood.]

Well, I'd very much like to change some people into asses. Though, no, Puck was beholden to Oberon and I prefer not to be beholden to anyone.

[Dear God. If Karl finds out...]

Ah~

A free spirit. Then I'm afraid this City might not be to your liking.

[He'd end up being the tiny Norse god of blood donations?]

Oh, I think it will be, until everything is explored and the people begin to bore me.

Say, how long have you been for?

[And whatever else this sick bastard may conjure up...]

People, as a rule, are generally boring.

...A few months now.

[And already, the claustrophobia is sinking in.]

[If he doesn't talk you into swallowing your own tongue, first.]

Only a boring person would say that! People are all kinds of interesting, they have secrets and fears and ferreting those out to poke and prod is the most interesting thing of all.

Mm. So long? Well. I suppose you're settling into this gilded cage admirably well.

[That would make an interesting sight.]

True~ For someone with few interesting secrets of his own, perhaps?

Not as well as you seem to be, my ever-presumptuous friend.

Someone who doesn't fear the truth, so he has nothing to twist.

I am simply taking advantage of what is presented to me. [Because he's planning on getting out of here at earliest convenience.]

Everyone fears something. And everyone twists a certain truth, even if only in their minds.

And have you found anything of value so far?

[Good luck, kid. He's tried already :|]

[And perhaps his smile wavers just the slightest bit.]

Maybe. Or perhaps that is wishful thinking on your part.

Yes. Quite a few things of value. [He's going to kick the deities in the shins. If he can find them.]

[He catches that wavering smile. And his own grin widens a fraction. Insane he may be. But his intuition rarely fails him.]

I'll leave that for me to decide.

Care to share? [He'd help. But the last time he dealt with the Deities, shit happened.]

Oh will you? Do tell me once you have made a decision. [That facade is unwavering this time. He's good, but he's still a kid.]

I shall let you know when I find something out. If you are lucky.

I'll do that - should you find said things of value. An exchange of sorts.

[Pets little trickster's head.]

And your name is...?

Exchange of what? You are assuming there's something of yours I want?

I am Serrure. And you?

In the future, there might be. Or vice versa. One should never rule out anything in this City.

A pleasure, Serrure. You may call me Karl.

In the future I might evolve super powers and fly out of here myself.

[He doesn't put much stock in the future.]

Karl. It certainly is your pleasure, Karl.

I've tried that already.

[Didn't work.]

Once more, little man. You put presume too much from a polite phrase.

You can fly?

[Never does.]

Do I? No, I was only intimating that the pleasure was yours.

I can.

[Wiiiings.]

You're presuming to know my pleasures. What a forward thing you are.

[Although it's probably better if Serrure doesn't know :|]

Oh, are you a mutant?

[They have those from where he's from.]

Being backward gets one nothing but disappointment.

Just a blood-sucker.

[No mutants back in his world. But genetically modified vampires? Hoo yeah.]

I agree with you there. 'Live who dare' and all that.

Vampire? Do you have fangs?

[Tips his head]

You don't have the proper accent.

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