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[auseuil]

Honestly, he arrived as if he'd been here before. Indeed, if one wasn't already familiar with the faces in Nexus, the 'young man's' casual demeanor as he just strolled through an open door into the plaza would make it seem as if he'd spent every damn day in here. The attitude of a local or at the very least a frequent visitor, calm and mildly curious as he inspected a vending machine, milled about a screen near the plaza, lightly kicked a few benches, before eventually just draping himself all over one like a gangly teenaged octopus. A soggy bookbag, once slung over his arm, hit the pavement with a wet SPLAP as he seated himself, seaweed wound around the straps and zippers slapping the ground along with it.

The scent of the sea absolutely clung to him, the youth's overall appearance edging somewhere near 'damp'. As if he'd just crawled out of some lagoon, hair a bit too black, skin a bit too smooth. Those eyes just a little too dark. The teeth a touch too sharp. And for a while, he said nothing, apparently content to just take up the entire bench and people watch. A few minutes passed, before finally, at last, the man would speak up, his voice oddly, vaguely melodic and low.

"What's the weirdest thing you ever saw?"

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[auseuil]

"I thought they looked like big rainbow ballsacks." There are two kinds of people. "But a buddy of mine said they looked like muppet boobs." Never mind, three kinds of people. The Siren seemed amused enough by it all of course. He doesn't get up off the bench when Loki returns the smile with a more flirtatious version of it, though judging by the shift in position and the obvious, energetic little wiggle, he thought about it.

It's not laziness that kept him put. That looked like a challenge to him too. Who would move first? Lets find out!

"So you can just keep coming back because you wanna? Like, that doesn't bother Azrael? ... You got Azrael there?" It didn't sound like it, the melancholy seraph was a stickler for rules and didn't like to make exceptions. "You didn't see anything in space?"

[coldsong]

Loki's lips twitch at 'rainbow ballsacks' but he laughs out loud at 'muppet boobs'. "All valid opinions, I'm sure."

A game of chicken built on facial expressions and body language? Sign Loki up! He lifts his chin, tilting his head and rolling his shoulders lazily as if he's warming up for something. For what, remains to be seen, but there's a knowing look when his eyes resettle on the Siren again.

"As far as I'm aware, we don't have Azrael in my world. My half-sister claimed to be the goddess of Death, but she wasn't very good at managing all the aspects. For one thing, she forgot the dead have a will of their own."

"I'm not sure it's quite as simple as I come back when I want to, but I see no reason to think I won't continue to bounce back as needed."

His expression turns a little grimmer at the question. "I saw a great deal of Nothing in Space, and Nothing is very unsettling. I didn't enjoy the trip."

[auseuil]

"Aw, yeah that'd explain it. Azrael's really uh... like not that lax and shit about crossing over. Like once you're over, you're over, you get it? Makes sense you wouldn't have her there." He didn't bat an eye about the comment in regards to Loki's half-sister, but there was of course a reason to that: "Man like every other day it feels like there's someone all 'hey man I'm the god of death dude.' 'Snot that great, looks really depressing, don't know why anyone wants to be a death god."

The Siren hadn't looked away, not once, since the start of the conversation, and the other man's body language hadn't been missed. The laugh he gave was low, still oddly melodic, the hint of some sort of magic lingering at the very edges of the noise. "Where're you from anyway?"

Ah, Loki looked grim, but the Siren just looked... vaguely disappointed. "Aw... I guess that makes sense, yeah. They're too far off to just kinda run into by accident anyway, at least the ones that're like.... here and shit." 'They?' They who? He didn't elaborate.