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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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.

Of course I do.

[Displaying a rather sharp white set.]

Accent? [Snort.] Like Bela Lugosi?

Impressive. Allergic to garlic? Crosses? The sun?

[Considers]

Yes, like Bela Lugosi. 'I van to suck your bloo-' do you suck blood? From where do you get it, here?

Nothing whatsoever~

[His kind are ridiculously unkillable. Only a Vampire Queen's blood can destroy them. And said Queen - left the City.]

There are bars for vampires in the Underground.

[Although Karl prefers to bite people.]

[That gets his attention-]

The Underground?

Yes.

The only entertaining place in the City, if I do say so myself.

[All innocence.]

Would you like a tour?

You have just told me that you are neigh indestructible by mundane methods and now wish to offer me a tour of a place with a name like ... The Underground?

Would you have come if I'd said it was Disneyland?

I promise to be a perfect host~

[:|]

I did make it clear that I was a street kid in Paris, yes? I am used to avoiding people offering shiny objects to lure me into dark places?

All I'm offering is a tour. Take it or leave it.

If you're going to the Underground, it's better to have someone who knows the area around. But I'm sure you'll fare just as well on your own.

[Le Shrug. Your loss, kid.]

[He considers]

All right. I shall take it.

Excellent.

I'll come fetch you from the fountain. If that is where you are.

I shall meet you there, and tell my roommate. You know, in case I do not return.

As you wish~

I'll be waiting.

[And he will be watching the fountain long before he actually approaches it.

Cautious.]

[Karl is settled casually on one of the benches. Looking perfectly innocent - but for a flickering glint in his eye. A snake in lying the grass.]

[He finds newcomers to be the easiest snacks. But this one amuses him. He'll offer him a tour - and see where things lead from thereon.]

[Catching light footsteps with his heightened senses, he glances up.]

There you are.

I like to get a look at those I intend to wander off into dark and potential body dumping locations with.

Just saying. [But he is confident in his own abilities, namely averting disaster by a hairsbreadth.]

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