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Yeah, I'm alive. Sorry I haven't been active lately.
@Ellri

Implement away.
Sorry it's taken so long to say this, but I think I'll drop out. I don't seem to have the time or drive to post on my character here and while that does make me sad, at least I'll leave people something fun to play with in my wake.


If there was one thing Loki hated, it was serpents... even those that walked around on two legs and were relatively pleasing to the eye. Granted the appearance of Amora, the so called 'Enchantress' was something of a surprise, considering the few days he was half expecting one of the waiters to remove some kind of rubber mask and revel themselves to be Odin back from the dead and seeking revenge any moment now. In fact, all Amora's little tangent earned her from the god of Mischief and Lies was a roll of his eyes. "Oh please, for someone who's only real abilities lay in manipulating and screwing people you of all people can't take offense when it happens to you. And you were so eager to be used once I dangled the one self centered bastard who was too focused on playing with his hammer to even give you a first glance in front of you..."

And then there were snakes.

For a brief but eternal moment of primal terror, Loki felt his eyes burning as another shot of venom was spat into his eyes. Some pains you could get used to be ever newly spat drop of snake venom unleashed a fresh moment of torment that would last for almost an eternity before the next eternity of agonizing pain arrived. Fight or Flight kicked in and for less then a second the lever was jammed somewhere in-between. It wouldn't take much to flee... a quick teleport and he would be in Ireland, where there weren't any snakes and he would never have to deal with the fanged demons ever again. Had he been almost a hundred years younger he would have said to Hel with the humans they'll be fine and hit the trail without a second thought.

But now... now if he left he would be letting people down. Abandoning these people because he was afraid would be spitting in the face of whatever power that be that had deemed him worthy of a second chance... and worst of all he wouldn't be able to look himself in his reflection ever again.

Rejecting flight, Loki jammed the lever towards fight. He could freak out over this later.

Looking around the room, he quickly spied what appeared to be a sword of some kind mounted on the wall. It didn't take much to teleport it over to his waiting hand. Closer inspection reveled it to be a poor weapon of choice, designed more for decoration than for actual combat in mind; It would most likely shatter the moment he tried to stab it into something. Placing his hand on the blade, he focused just enough to make it glow with an arcane light; Still not the grandest weapon ever made, but magic would temporally make up for its short comings so it could serve his purpose.

Now properly armed, Loki turned to face one of his personal demons.

He ignored the serpent that was heading towards Doom and Stark; While he didn't know Doom personally, from what little he had seen at this party suggested that he would step up to deal with the snake if only to improve his own image. It was time to see if that armor was worth it.

He ignored the one aiming for the hosts of the party; Victoria the Valkyrie wielded the power of an Asgardian and from what he had overheard at the party she could hold her own rather well with it and he doubted she would let her parents die without fighting through Hel itself first. She wouldn't need his support just yet... And he honestly had some things to think about.

His eyes were focused on the third and final snake; The one that was aiming for humans who couldn't defend themselves against it. Even as it reared itself backwards in order to launch its first devastating strike, one of Loki's hands were up and a ball of flame shot out surprisingly fast, cutting the snake off from its lunge by flying right in front of its mouth, barely missing burning off the tip of its forked tongue, but throwing off its senses for a moment.

The snake turned towards its new challenger, clearly mad as it moved with a surprising turn of speed towards the sword wielding Loki. Loki himself did not move, letting the serpent rear its head back in order to strike out at him with fang and venom before the fireball completed its round about arc and collided with the back of the serpents head, exploding with a great deal of concussive force that knocked the surprised snake forwards... where an enchanted blade was waiting for it, piercing through its lower jaw, sliding through its mouth and cutting apart its brain before cleanly exiting its skull. Twisting and jerking the blade a few times to make sure that its brain was diced completely, Loki pulled the sword out and let the snake drop to the ground before stamping on its head and reducing it to a gory paste.

Turning towards Amora, Loki seemed somewhat amused. "You know, I'm honestly not surprised that this was your plan. You always had trouble coming up with something that didn't involve getting it into bed on your own; Maybe you should sleep with an artist next time so 'your' next plan will at least be some what creative."
While he lacked the speed of the Swarm Queen normally and he was somewhat slowed down by the cargo that he himself and the imps were transporting, Twich was able to set a surprisingly fast pace through the tunnels that the swarm have craved out into the dwarven mines. In the few places where the tunnel wasn't big enough to safely move the cauldrons through, a bit of digging was done by the kobold to widen the tunnel a little bit more. While it wasn't the higher thought exercises that he enjoyed doing in his spare time, Twich would admit that the feeling of dirt under his claws was relaxing and felt strangely natural.

In the end they arrived at the chamber where Clotho seemed to be staging her invasion of the mines. Letting the imps take a moment to have a break and rest up from their efforts to get the cauldrons here in a timely manner in one piece, Twich walked over to one of the bugs that were milling about before asking "By any chance, you wouldn't happen to be able to tell me where Clotho is? Or even send some kind of signal to her that I've arrived would you?"

It was honestly a fairly good question that he was going to have to talk with Clotho about. Maybe while they were working together on reverse engineering the dwarf's special kind of blasting powder. While he hid it from his face, his inner child was cackling and shouting 'Explosions!' merrily.


There were many things that Loki had considered improbable (He dismissed the notion of the impossible quite a long time ago), but witnessing yet another Asgardian standing on stage, singing her heart out (Unknowingly in a tribute to him) was something that he hadn't tried calculating the odds for; She seemed to be the daughter of the human hosts of the party, which either meant that she was adopted or there were forces at work here that he needed to track down. As strange as it might have sounded, Loki didn't like mysteries that were mysterious to him because mysteries got you killed or screwed over in a major way. Often times both.

Watching as a silent witness as *Insert whatever important title fancies his moment* Doom and the young CEO of Stark Tech fought each other in a battle of wits (A battle that he was currently favoring Doom in coming out on top of) for a few moments, Loki quickly forsook the civilized dick measuring competition to follow the actions of the impossible woman wearing a fetching green dress. She seemed familiar in her way, but different enough that he didn't recognize her as one of the ghosts of his past... Ill at ease but hiding that away under a facade of merriment that he had practiced to an art form over decades if not centuries, Loki approached the singer of honor with a warm smile and a respectful bow.

"Victoria Parrington I presume? Or would this rose prefer to go by a different name?" Loki asked playfully while his mind was operating to understand how another person had come to adopt the powers of Asgard. Between her and the hammer wielding female 'Thor' he had encountered earlier he was starting to believe he was losing his touch at genocide.
The bears are waiting outside. I plan to challenge their leader to one on one combat come the dawn...
@Angel Vicky

I would like to make a post before you do this please. I am sorry I haven't posted before now, but I'll have a post up before the day is out, I swear.
Sorry about the lack of posting. Been a bit busy lately. I'll try and post something later today.
<Snipped quote by DrewVonAwesome>

It was a joke with the whole "Thunderstruck" "Goddess of Thunder" Thing I believe :P


Honestly, if Doom starts dancing Thor's arrival would be a gods send.

"Loki, you son of a... What is that strange metal man doing and why does it offend me on a spiritual level?"
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