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Loki: Worst Matchmaker Ever?

Loki has a peculiar way of preparing to speak: he does not clear his throat or straighten his clothes or loosen his collar, but merely takes long, slow strides into an open spot. There are no stages in the area of the Nexus in which he finds himself, but the way he stands and opens his arms--all grace and hubris--seems to make the flat plain ground around him into his personal catwalk, the diffuse light around him his own personal spotlight.

You may not take him seriously, but you'd be hard-pressed not to notice his presence.

"Nexus, if I may bend your collective ears for a moment? I have a simple, if heartfelt, request."

~~I would like to see if my big brother is capable of feeling embarrassment.~~

"I am the younger sibling of Thor Odinson, a man--nay, a god--of great power, courage, and nobility. There are few who equal him in battle, and until now I would say few who equal him in the realm of the heart. Alas, it seems that at this time in his life, events in our world have wounded his confidence greatly. I wish to build him back up, so to speak, but my best efforts thus far have fallen flat."

"Frankly, I feel that his alteration in hairstyle, clumsy and poorly-planned though it may be, suits the peculiar shape of his head far better than his previous, doll-like golden tresses. There is a certain simplicity to his change of outfit that matches with the simplicity characteristic of his thought patterns. A change for the better, certainly, and moreover it shows his true mettle, the way he has no fear of appearing as the leader and representative of our people with his cape tattered at the hem and unmended, as if he has of late escaped from the engine of our borrowed space vessel."

"Nexus, friends, what more can I tell him to restore his pride? You will find him nearby, I think, if you wish to get a look at him, or if he finds himself too shy to observe this conversation I am certainly capable of producing images to show what he looks like. All compliments directed at him will be accepted with gratitude, and perhaps one of you will even find it in your heart to court him, however temporarily. I cannot guarantee he will be amenable, as he is so very timid of late, but I think it would do his heart well to experience a flirtation once more."

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"A healer?" Now that is a useful profession. The healer Eir was able to evacuate with the rest of Asgard, but it's either beyond her skill to restore Thor's lost eye, or he has refused to permit her to try. Still, it's always wise to be on good terms with a physician. "I will keep that in mind, should any disasters befall me."

"What would you accept as payment, in that case, for your assistance with his wardrobe?" They're kind of space-refugees at the moment, but barter might be possible.

She smiles softly, Well that was nice another person who actually understood what that meant. Something always seemed to be lost in the more 'modern' translation of what most thought when they heard the term. "Aye, and thank ya..I'd be happy to be of service." She murmurs though she hoped nothing major would happen to folks. She did like to help to the best of her abilities. "ahem, even if it's in a preventive way. " She adds quickly.

She blinks and then rubs her chin in thought. Not quite sure what might be acceptable or equal value in his economic system. She Tried not to judge someone or their circumstances at first glance. "Well, it depends on yer means ahem I mean..what sort of system for such things do yer Homerealm use?" She asks gently and warmly trying to be non-chantant and polite. Such things we're some times touchy subjects regardless.

There is a fine line between 'healer' and 'physician', perhaps, but the Asgardian understanding of the profession is deeply rooted in tradition, with a hefty dash of metaphysics. "Preventive, yes," he agrees wryly. "Far more preferable, always, to dragging oneself into this place with a missing limb, I'm sure."

"Some coinage from our realm remains," he says, "but without the power of a kingdom to back it, I could not tell you what the exchange value may be."

He's perfectly capable of stealing anything that's not nailed down, too, but suggesting that is a poor way to open trade negotiations. "I might also be willing to owe you a favor, if that is of any interest to you."

Now that's a dangerous proposition, on both sides. Is it scarier to owe a favor to a Trickster, or to be owed one?

She hums and nods, "Aye. indeed." Her face twitches for a moment as she has a quick flashback to cases where such could have been the outcome and had. She shudders slightly her hairs all going up on end. "Unfountently, such things tend to happen more often in some places then others especially if the warriors themselves don't have access to at least the most basic of field necessities. " Her tone soft and sorrowful of the sad fact. It could also boil her blood when Commanders and the like who knew better we're either stingy or slow with supplies.

She blinks and hums, "Well ahem I'd suggest holding onto that for now, in that case, if I were you. We do have a rather large and expansive library hereabouts..perhaps you could find out there. " She suggests good-naturedly. The word 'remains' perks her ears up..something about it. As well as the other sentence. Her gaze goes sympathetic. "Ah..sounds like you've all been through some troubles." She murmurs she knew a thing or two about being torn away from one's home.

She tilts her head slightly to the other way and softly, clears her throat. "Mayhaps." She states diplomatically and thoughtfully polite. After all, she didn't know if he was a man of charater or his word or not. Thor and Cap would be a whole nother matter entirely. Their integrity and word as bond in certain matters when it counted most was well known among certain circles.

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"Troubles...yes." He purses his lips briefly. "Our planet was destroyed. Of necessity, I assure you, although I find myself wishing a better plan could have been had. Regardless, what's done is done, and we have a ship of several hundred survivors to be concerned with."

He eyes her thoughtfully. "It is my brother who will guide our destiny, as is his right as king." Especially since Loki won't be around long enough to challenge him, even if he wanted to, which he's not sure he does at this point in his life.

"But since I have your ear, perhaps you would have practical suggestions to avoid contagion in close quarters as we journey." Asgardians are a hardy folk, but it's not impossible that they should fall prey to illness.

She blinks slightly, still listening but her whole face and countenance soften noticeably at that. What a terrible thing that must have been. True a lot of her people and others were separated from their realms and loved ones but there were mostly.. still there and there was hope of re-gaining them and rebuilding someday. It reminded her of the Ogres wars where villages and the like had been either forced to moved and or lost most of their fighters young and old.

She shivers slightly, "I'm ..sorry to hear it, but I am glad many of your people were able to get to safety.. " She states sincerely. "Tis a large burden and hard thing I'm sure." She replies in regards to both. Heavy is the head and all that.

said ears perk up a bit at that. "Ah, yes that's rather important." She agrees with a nod and rubs her chin in thought. "I'm certain you know about..the importance of not sharing certain things if such is suspected..do you have reliable ways of storing and filtering water and the like? " She asks softly. Not entirely certain as to the state of the ship that they likely had to make quick work of preparing. But still it must be somewhat large..ish. In fact, it sounded not dissimilar to the town where she and the others had been transported to due to the Dark Curse.

Course StoryBrooke could be a powder keg at times what with all the personalities, Heroes and Villians that we're in one place or traveled to it when certain conditions were met.

Most of the Asgardian refugees seem to still be in shock. Loki is more or less quit of the problem now, since he's been killed and knocked--at least temporarily--out of his universe (he's working on that). Before that ugly incident, though, he had a few of his people come up and alternate begging and demanding he tell them the whole disaster was some kind of prank of his, in truly terrible taste. Sort of a 'haha, you got us, please put our homes back now'.

He has a bad reputation. Still, that hurt quite a bit.

"Our soldiers were...they sacrificed themselves," he says with a grimace. "But most of our civilians made it to safety."

He doesn't have the heart to be proud of that, even if he's technically the one that made sure there was a big ship there to carry them away from the battle.

"There was a two-stage water filter system," he says. "Potable water to graywater, recycled until it was no longer reliably clean, then converted to blackwater tanks. It's a serviceable system, but I would venture to say the ship isn't truly designed for a long voyage in space. Shorter travels within a solar system, yes. Carrying hundreds of souls hundreds of light years to a safe harbor...not so much."

Better than nothing, though. Much.

She blinks her eyes alternately widen and then soften even more. Holy Hopsilots, that was almost Spartan in its tragedy. True most brave souls of that sort knew the risks..but even so all of them? What a terrible sort of thing and kind of enemy to face. "Am..so sorry..and I'm sure they would have considered such a sacrifice worth making..even so..training new recruits takes time." She murmurs, time she hoped they had. Even as her hairs went up as she got a quiet feeling of foreboding. She swallows thickly. Hoping she wasn't gonna have a trance or something right this minute but her skin was breaking out in familiar goosebumps.

"Ah..I see..hmmmh." She murmurs and nods rubbing her chin as she goes pensive. "So..it could become easily..overtasked at some point." She half asks half hopes they can..find something before it does so.."I don't suppose ya..have ermm know what a warp engine is or something or that sort?" She asks softly..maybe..Captain Kirk..could be of assistance in such a case..or..maybe..well she hadn't seen anyone from the 'Star Wars' universes yet..but that didn't mean they weren't out there.

She wasn't a mechanic or engineer... but she was semi-good at networking..most of the time.

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Hela was merciless. Loki wonders what really drove her, in retrospect. Rage, megalomania, something older and darker? He will never know, but in a way watching the devastation she wreaked was almost like a wake-up call for him. No, he doesn't want to be that. He doesn't want to be Thor or Odin, either, but the indiscriminate slaughter of his former countrymen was...abhorrent.

He is less monstrous than he thought. It's an interesting revelation.

"I have not investigated the engines yet." Haha, nor will he get a chance to now, because he's not going to be able to go back. But she doesn't have to know that. "I don't know your terminology, either. We do have the advantage of some magic-workers aboard, at least, but mixing magic with technology can be delicate work."

She hums half in understanding and nods, "Ah..well..I suppose that should be a priority on someones..to do list I hope." She states softly and sincere. Hopefully at the very least whoever was doing the piloting. Someone at the helm should be aware of what one's ship was capable of. Whatever sorts of the surface it sailed upon or through. Least that's what her husband thought and she agreed. After all, he grew up on an island for a good part of his life.

"Ah, it's um a special sort of engine that can make..jumps in..I think light years..or hyperspace very very fast." She does her best to expand upon at least some parts of things she knew about. "If ya come across anyone who's part of the crew of an Enterprise..they'd likely know more about it. " She adds hoping to point him and or Thor in the right direction. Next time she ran into him.

"Ah..yes..that's true." She murmurs her face softens slightly like she's recalling a few instances of..where things have meshed well or not at all when someones tried as much. "I know..in some realms such things can take better than others..." She informs him gently but in a cautiousing way. She'd hate for something to blow up in someone's face. Especially if they didn't deserve it. "Aye there are some folks hereabouts who..have such abilities as well..they'd likely know if there's anything about that could be of help doing such..I've..not gotten a chance to explore some parts of this place as of yet myself." She states and slightly sheepishly rubs the back of her neck.

"It's rather Wonderlandian sometimes hereabouts in it shuffling of places and the like." She explains softly. It has always been a theory of her's that a being such as Bacchus would favor such a place as the former..and mayhaps the Nexus as well. There we're those Stayr /Faun like beings that had a festival going during spring.

"I suppose I should bring it up to Korg..." Or tell Thor to bring it up to his Korg in his universe. This is ironic in the worst way, that Loki is collecting helpful suggestions to pass along, now that he can't actually act on them any longer, himself. It's depressing. He's done a lot of things wrong with his life, but he's not sure the punishment here fits the crime.

"Well. You have been very hospitable, and generous with your suggestions. Is there anything I may do for you in return?"

She nods and smiles softly, ah see they we go. Sounded like a good plan to her. She slightly itches her right temple a little half in thought. Let's see anything else besides common sense. things she should mention. She half pondered, sometimes sense was less common then it should be..but he seemed like he had an intelligent head on his shoulders whatever else he might be.

"Ahem." She smiles warmly, "oh well yer most welcome and I do try happy to be of help." She replies warmly and sincere. "Well um.." She murmurs a mite mulling that over not many folks make that sort of offer on the regular. She rubs her chin. "I might have to think on that..to be honest." keeping her tone polite with a slightly sheepish smile. She knew some folks had their pride after all.

And if his people were in such dire straits.. "Perhaps..we can..discuss things further..with yerself and your brother..once ya'll a bit more settled?" She half suggests warmly in compromise. No need to be hasty after all. Besides she had a feeling she might need to do some chatting with Thor if she was going to do anything to help his wardrobe.

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Whatever else comes of their interaction, she has given him some valuable suggestions and a couple bits of information he will spin into something useful, one way or another. A pleasant lady, he thinks. Too gentle, perhaps, for her own safety around a trickster god, but then he has been known to underestimate the type before.

He offers a hand to her, and if permitted to take hers, he will bow and give her a light kiss to the backs of her knuckles. "I did not catch your name, I'm afraid. However may I find you again, once we're settled?"

She blinks, oh sugar. Must have slipped her mind that's usually one of the first things she works in somehow. She smiles softly and reaches her hand out toward his politely. "Oh really, begging yer pardon.." She murmurs slightly apologetic. Course she was a bit more worried about the problem at hand. "ahem It's Ashlynn, Mrs.Ashlynn Aalish Sinclair. Most folks call me Ash." She informs him warmly. "Pleasure to met ya." She states out of habit but it was nice to chat with folks regardless.

"Oh yes well, I think perhaps the Library would be the best spot to...er meet up at." She states half in thought and pats at one of her pockets looking for something. "Though if I'm not there.." She adds pulling out a small round crystal and murmuring a charm in Gaelic under her breath, it gleams softly around the edges for a moment as she tosses it in the air a little and catches it again. Before opening her hand where it's on the palm of her left hand. And offers it toward him. "This should start glowing and heading in my direction." She informs him. It also had a charm to let her know when company was coming if her other senses or wards didn't alert her.

"Ash, then, if you'll permit me." His handshake is firm, the kiss is light and chaste, and he smiles charmingly when he lets go.

"I am Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard." She may have guessed that already, granted, given his reference to his big brother Thor. "And I imagine I will be spending a great deal of time at the Library."

He blinks and watches the flip and glimmer of the crystal in the air. A type of charm not unlike his own capabilities, but the method feels different than how he works. He has a brief moment of mild alarm when she offers the gem to him. It's frighteningly trusting of her, when it comes down to it.

He's not about to turn it down, though. He bows in thanks, accepting the charm, and tucks it into a pocket in his tunic. "Thank you. I will look forward to speaking again, then."

"Certainly." She murmurs politely, she tenses just for a moment as she returns the shake and smiles politely. At the gesture, well he certainly had more manners than some, (She'd heard how say, the Sheriff of Nottingham, and Gaston could be both back in the day and currently) So points for that at least, but still naturally a mite cautious.

Her eyebrows go up slightly, but yes Thor reference kinda had her narrowing the options down."Ah.." She nods her head slightly in respect but keeps her eyes on him. "It's been a pleasure to met you, Sire." She replies sincerely and politely. With a friendly small smile. Her ears perk up yes, another Bibliophile. She could appreciate that. "Glad to hear it."

Well, she feels better about doing that then say giving her number out etc. having just met him and all. And the Library was a public spot and neutral enough ground she figures. Though Emergencies had to be concerned as well. Especially if any part of the Odinsons' reputation was true.

She inclines her head and at least does a slight half one in return in an almost automatic sort of mirroring gesture. She wasn't quite sure of all their sort of protocols and the like. So it seemed like the best route to take. "Your most welcome and likewise." She replies warmly and polite. She had a feeling Thor might need help keeping an eye on his little brother at the very least. She'd hate for him to go through what she had.

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