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suckstobestrangeNow Stephen, be reasonable here-
[Was that Loki? Sounded like it.
He also sounded a little bit alarmed. Surely it was nothing, he's a big boy, he can handle himself.]
Don't you reasonable me Loki you killed my goddamned dog!
[The trickster was clearly in the midst of a heated argument with a lanky very angry looking man in a red cloak. He didn't seem to be much about being rational here, as when Loki made a move, whether it was to scamper away or approach, a scarred hand was snapped out with an incantation. Which of course earned a undignified yelp from the godling who responded in kind, which just wound up with the sorcerer half-tangled in green magic, and all the more furious for it as Loki was doing his level best to squirm free of the red glow that was restraining him in kind.
The argument, or more the yelling from the stranger seemed to escalate then, as did the almost shrill yelped protests from Loki. Sitting to one side, following the argument almost like one might follow a tennis match was a ghostly blue basset hound who turned his head when he heard someone drawing near.]
So they've been on like this for a bit now. [Oh look, the dog talked! In a heavy Boston accent nonetheless.
'Strange I have no idea- HEY! CALL OFF YOUR INFERNAL CLOAK!'
'NOT UNTIL YOU APOLOGIZE YOU SKINNY LITTLE-!'
Looks like watching a sentient cloak fling random debris and swat at a godling was just as distracting for a dog as anyone else.]
You wouldn't know a way to get 'em to cool it a bit would you? The Doc ain't listenin' to me and I ain't talkin' to Skinny Jeans there.
((ooc: Stephen and his dog, and poor 616 Loki are here for your tagging pleasure! (Though Stephen is a dubious pleasure if that even, especially when he's acting like a tantrum-throwing toddler, so....) They'll all be under Stephen's journal for my own sanity.))
[Was that Loki? Sounded like it.
He also sounded a little bit alarmed. Surely it was nothing, he's a big boy, he can handle himself.]
Don't you reasonable me Loki you killed my goddamned dog!
[The trickster was clearly in the midst of a heated argument with a lanky very angry looking man in a red cloak. He didn't seem to be much about being rational here, as when Loki made a move, whether it was to scamper away or approach, a scarred hand was snapped out with an incantation. Which of course earned a undignified yelp from the godling who responded in kind, which just wound up with the sorcerer half-tangled in green magic, and all the more furious for it as Loki was doing his level best to squirm free of the red glow that was restraining him in kind.
The argument, or more the yelling from the stranger seemed to escalate then, as did the almost shrill yelped protests from Loki. Sitting to one side, following the argument almost like one might follow a tennis match was a ghostly blue basset hound who turned his head when he heard someone drawing near.]
So they've been on like this for a bit now. [Oh look, the dog talked! In a heavy Boston accent nonetheless.
'Strange I have no idea- HEY! CALL OFF YOUR INFERNAL CLOAK!'
'NOT UNTIL YOU APOLOGIZE YOU SKINNY LITTLE-!'
Looks like watching a sentient cloak fling random debris and swat at a godling was just as distracting for a dog as anyone else.]
You wouldn't know a way to get 'em to cool it a bit would you? The Doc ain't listenin' to me and I ain't talkin' to Skinny Jeans there.
((ooc: Stephen and his dog, and poor 616 Loki are here for your tagging pleasure! (Though Stephen is a dubious pleasure if that even, especially when he's acting like a tantrum-throwing toddler, so....) They'll all be under Stephen's journal for my own sanity.))
