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[lowkeytrickster]

Who: Loki and YOU!
Where: The parlor to start, then wherever.
When: Day 004, whenever Loki arrives.
What: The God of Mischief arrives in the house and insurmountable problems ensue.
Warnings: None yet.

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[passed_torch]

By now a while had passed without Giotto finding much sign of three missing people - and that was enough to have him agitated, pacing the halls and searching for any clue what'd happened to them; as much as it was daytime, and there wasn't that sense of active threat, the anxiety and worry was starting to get to him.

It actually took a couple seconds longer than it should've to register that someone else was about and stop to look - and another unfamiliar face; which... well, could mean a few things, but either way, it was probably just as well to check - someone agitated about being here was probably either new or in trouble somehow.

"Ah, sorry - I almost didn't see you there."

[lowkeytrickster]

He tensed just a moment, a slight twitch of his shoulders before the lines smoothed out again. Loki relaxed his hands on the door handles, but he did not turn around, not quite yet. For all his gifts he was no Heimdall, who could peer into all realms and hear the whisper of a ladybug's feet on a blade of grass in Midgard, but it was as it had been in Jotunheim. He had a bad feeling about this place.

"When uninvited in the house of another, it is perhaps most wise to pass unseen," Loki replied. "I cannot blame you."

[passed_torch]

The tension was hardly something Giotto could fault him; it was a big, unfamiliar house that was ... creepy at best even to people without the benefit of feeling a sense of menace.

"Unfortunately, I think the problem here is that we were all invited, whether we wanted to be here or not." He stayed where he was, a respectful distance away but in easy speaking range, and - well, only slightly more relaxed outwardly; he wasn't seeking a confrontation, after all. "Have you been here long?"

[lowkeytrickster]

Well, that was a worrisome bit of information. Being taken somewhere against one's will was hardly a trifle, and when it was a master of magic who had been taken, when his own spells and powers had been overruled by those of another, then things began to seem even more troubling. Loki had striven to be the best at his art, enduring the suspicion of Asgard and the taunts of his more physically-gifted friends, and to now have his magic fail, when it was perhaps his most important asset at the moment...

But he put that aside. It would not do to worry overmuch about things which he had little data for, and such things could surely be tested out.

"I'm afraid not," he replied, voice smooth, the consummate diplomat for the nonce. "I have only just found myself here - I was intending to be elsewhere. Tell me, what Realm is this?"

[imtoocutetodie]

Nina had been looking for Mister Leo, or maybe Blackie, or maybe Mrs. Mary or Mister Knuckle or Mister Giotto. But there was someone new talking and she was curious, and it was really scary to get here, so she should make sure they weren't scared.

She peeked around the corner, hands curled cautiously on the door frame. Once there had been a not-monster in the entry way. Maybe there was someone else in there? But there were lots of nice people that came too. "You shouldn't say bad words, Mister, even if you're upset. Daddy says so."

[lowkeytrickster]

Loki turned round and eyed the child, one smooth eyebrow raising slightly. The people here let their younglings run around and speak so to others? This had to be Midgard.

"A slip of the tongue, of course," he said, taking a few steps away from the door. "My apologies. Perhaps your father can tell me himself."

[imtoocutetodie]

"It's ok. Sometimes when you're upset, you're not thinking about what you're saying, are you?" She paused, tiny face falling briefly. "He got lost when I fell in here."

She smiled for him. "Did you get lost too, mister?"

[lowkeytrickster]

"I suppose that must be it," Loki said, though he knew that was preposterous. He did not get lost when transporting himself around, he hadn't for centuries, and there was no reason for him to start now.

"Though I cannot say I fell in here."

Such words made him think of the awful sensation of falling between worlds. He had made the journey before, traveling between the realms by means other than the Bifrost, but always at his will. This time had been different.

Here, Loki, have a foxgirl with a shotgun. :D

[sandsnowfoxtrot]

By this point Kari's stroll through the house was becoming almost casual with the lack of immediate life-threatening danger, though she still carried her duffel bag and shotgun, albeit with a far more relaxed tone. Apparently the "day" period was safe from marauders, though her mixed experiences with her fellow housemates the previous night...week...thing.

She still wasn't used to this place, even after a week. Her mixed experiences left her wary. So she was glad she had her shotgun on-hand when she checked the entrance hall, as she often did, for newcomers, and found one, testing the door.

"Hey. Locked in too?" she smiled, and quipped lightly.

oh boy oh boy

[lowkeytrickster]

Loki turned to look, at this newcomer. The extra appendages didn't faze him; there were stranger things in the Realms than a being with such ears. Most of them had a habit of stating the obvious, too, come to that.

"So it would, ah... seem," he replied. "Surely a temporary inconvenience."

Re: oh boy oh boy

[sandsnowfoxtrot]

She tilted her head just a bit. She'd already been here a few days, and heard of people being here for months...

"Heh, yeah, hopefully. This place gets old after awhile with all the ghosts and things running around around. You new here?"

[lowkeytrickster]

"I've only just arrived," Loki replied. "So I'm afraid I have no idea what you mean when you speak of ghosts and things."

Such things were not beyond the realm of his knowledge or experience - little was, when it came to it - but it would behoove him to determine exactly what was going on here, so that he might have a better idea of what to do to leave. It was worrisome that this being had used the term hopefully. It did not bode well for an easy leave-taking.