Loki: Worst Matchmaker Ever?

[coldsong]

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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[delphicbooksandbaubles]

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.

[coldsong]

"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?"

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

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.

[coldsong]

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?"

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

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.

[coldsong]

"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."

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

"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.