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onteamdyson September 13 2012, 04:36:38 UTC
This was supposed to be an easy job. All expenses paid faecation to New York, courtesy of the Ashe, and all they had to do was get intel on some potentially disastrous goings on in a region the Ashe had no control over. There had been an incident. It was all over the news. What kind of threat did this pose to the fae community? Were there fae involved? What was the risk of exposure? The leaders of the Light and Dark in New York had no reason to tell the others a damn thing, if they knew anything at all, despite the proximity and potential for conflict. There was no way the Ashe or the Morrigan could let any of their own infiltrate the area and find out the real story, either. They had rules. Strict rules ( ... )

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laevsilaufeyson September 13 2012, 13:14:40 UTC
Most of the normal ones, but Loki's never, ever been that, not for a moment in all of his long life. People have always been very fond of reminding him of that fact, too, dropping it on him as though he doesn't know, as though he can help it. There's none of that now. Or rather, there's a whole lot of it, but he makes certain that he earns it ( ... )

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onteamdyson September 13 2012, 15:08:44 UTC
Well that's not weird at all. Just standing out there staring at lights. Totally normal and- NO WAY. Bam. Strike number two, face-changer. Definitely getting a not-human vibe here. Fae or magical. Or ... weird guy with a realistic mask collection? Could just be some kind of broadway actor. Those dudes are messed and really good at theatrical makeup. Just keep following him-- oh fuck ( ... )

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laevsilaufeyson September 13 2012, 16:53:09 UTC
Loki laughs, the sound soft and embarrassed, and rubs at the back of his neck. So he's the big bad wolf now, is he? Well, she's not far off. Loki's just the wolf's father, not the creature in the flesh.

"I'm really sorry," he says again, hands dipping into various pockets. "I should've looked first, it's just I seem to've forgotten my-- oh. Oh, no, here it is."

He extracts his hand from the inside pocket of his jacket, flashing both a mobile phone and a wan smile. "Well, now I feel like a right git. Not that I can't say I'm not relieved, mind; I really didn't want to have to go back in there ( ... )

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