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kore_logs2012-12-27 12:04 am
laevisilaufeyson) wrote in kore_logs2012-12-27 12:04 am
funny ha-ha, funny how?
Who: Loki Laufeyson, Kenzi Lastname
Where: On top of the lighthouse all covered in snow.
What: Dropping by for a receipt.
Loki assumes, as it is not unreasonable to assume, that waking up blind is punishment for the hand he had in the destruction of those three mechanical monsters during the search for Banner. Knowing that much, or suspecting that much at least, takes a great deal of the sting out of it. What's broken he can fix; has always managed before, and so he will again, in time.
Besides, it's not completely terrible, this. Coming to rely all the more on his other senses, the sixth most of all, to navigate. It's dizzying, uncomfortable, but it's new and that does have value. Value enough that he feels up to a bit of mischief, in spite of the circumstances. Because of them, perhaps, since it's by her energy signature that Loki finds the girl to lay the bolt at her doorstep, unadorned (though a bow would've been charming), and depart again. Not actually a threat, just a joke, but it wouldn't be much fun if she knew that much.
It might not be much fun anyway, if the here and now is any indication. If the little sparks that make her up weren't currently clomping their way up to where he sits, legs tucked underneath him, at the top of the lighthouse with his cheek pressed against the coolness of the glass, eyes closed, for all the world appearing to doze – though in actuality he watches, just not with his useless eyes.
Loki waits, not coiled up like a predator waiting to pounce, but like what he is, a blind old man sitting curled up on the floor of a lighthouse, the world outside, waiting, just cold enough and unfriendly enough to make him wonder why he isn't out in it. He waits until she's near enough to hear.
“Did you not like my gift?”
Where: On top of the lighthouse all covered in snow.
What: Dropping by for a receipt.
Loki assumes, as it is not unreasonable to assume, that waking up blind is punishment for the hand he had in the destruction of those three mechanical monsters during the search for Banner. Knowing that much, or suspecting that much at least, takes a great deal of the sting out of it. What's broken he can fix; has always managed before, and so he will again, in time.
Besides, it's not completely terrible, this. Coming to rely all the more on his other senses, the sixth most of all, to navigate. It's dizzying, uncomfortable, but it's new and that does have value. Value enough that he feels up to a bit of mischief, in spite of the circumstances. Because of them, perhaps, since it's by her energy signature that Loki finds the girl to lay the bolt at her doorstep, unadorned (though a bow would've been charming), and depart again. Not actually a threat, just a joke, but it wouldn't be much fun if she knew that much.
It might not be much fun anyway, if the here and now is any indication. If the little sparks that make her up weren't currently clomping their way up to where he sits, legs tucked underneath him, at the top of the lighthouse with his cheek pressed against the coolness of the glass, eyes closed, for all the world appearing to doze – though in actuality he watches, just not with his useless eyes.
Loki waits, not coiled up like a predator waiting to pounce, but like what he is, a blind old man sitting curled up on the floor of a lighthouse, the world outside, waiting, just cold enough and unfriendly enough to make him wonder why he isn't out in it. He waits until she's near enough to hear.
“Did you not like my gift?”