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[helsmaiden]

[ Fading out of existence was planned. An acceptable sacrifice, the loss of a handmaiden for the return of a hand. Fading back into existence, however, was entirely unexpected.

A bright green light disperses and the form of a young girl with alabaster skin and long black hair is left behind, looking around with squinted eyes, the only sign of confusion, or any emotion for that matter, on her face. She steps gracefully out of midair onto the rim of the fountain, where she spots the small black device and picks it up. For someone who looks so ethereal, she seems to know exactly what to do with this piece of modern technology. She holds it at arms’ length and begins recording to video. ]

I do not recognize this place. It is not London, nor is it the City of Saint Francis. It is most certainly not Broxton, Oklahoma either.

[ She looks around a moment more, before returning her attention to the camera. Having come to the only conclusion that makes any sense to her, she speaks her accusation, putting an end to one small matter, at least. ]

Loki, you have misplaced your Stark phone. Come and retrieve it.

[ She ends the transmission and sits by the fountain to wait. ]

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[doeswhathewants]

2/?

[doeswhathewants]

Le-

3/5

[doeswhathewants]

LEAH!

4/5

[doeswhathewants]

BFF.

5/5

[doeswhathewants]

Couldn't stay away, could you? I know, I know, my company is irresistible.

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[helsmaiden]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Are you going to come retrieve your belongings or not?

[doeswhathewants]

Leah, slavery is illegal- well, perhaps not here- but I do not consider you my belonging. However, I shall retrieve you.

[helsmaiden]

Slavery is not illegal in this City of Fangsey?

I meant your phone, obviously. I do not need to be retrieved. [ She's not saying she doesn't want to be, just that she doesn't necessarily require it. ]

[doeswhathewants]

This place is not called Fangsey. It is merely called The City.

[A grin] Your phone. My phone is here, it is how I am speaking to you. And I will be there shortly.

[infernoandhearth]

It's yours, actually. Fangsey provides one for everyone here.

[helsmaiden]

Fang-sey? I'm afraid I do not know of anyone named Fangsey. Nor do I possess an item such as this.

[infernoandhearth]

You wouldn't. Fangsey is the city. Also, it's new. It's a gift.

[helsmaiden]

A gift neither wanted nor required.

[ Though curiosity forces her to ask, ] Where is this City of Fangsey? I have not heard of such a place on Midgard, though I confess I am no expert.

[infernoandhearth]

Maybe not. It's more useful than you'd think, though.

Fangsey isn't Midgardian. It's a gardr to itself, really. Us-heim.

[helsmaiden]

I have been informed that this City is neither Midgardian nor indeed called Fangsey. You have lied to me, and I have it on good authority that you are not to be trusted.

Well, not good authority, but one whom I trust more than I do a stranger.

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[joiedeviolet]

[Oh, wait, she said Broxton. Kate knows far too well where that is.]

Asgardian, right?

[helsmaiden]

Not exactly, though you surprise me in thinking to assume so. Who are you?

[joiedeviolet]

Kate, but I doubt you know me if I don't know you. Who are you?

[helsmaiden]

I am called Leah, and you're right, I do not.

How are you familiar with Asgard?

[joiedeviolet]

Hey Leah.

I've been there before. The Broxton version.

[debrief]

[ An acquaintance of Loki? That begs the question, of course, which Loki.

Coulson is going to tread very carefully, here. ]

Welcome to the City.

[helsmaiden]

[ Leah is equally cautious. She was beginning to think this City was bereft of adults. ]

My thanks, sir…?

[debrief]

Phil Coulson.

sorry so late

[helsmaiden]

My thanks, Phil son of Coul.

no worries i am the slowest of all, so ;;

[debrief]

[ That is so very Thor-- or Asgardian, more likely, but still. It almost gets a smile. ]

No need to thank me. I assume you are from Asgard?