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estoria2015-01-03 10:36 pm
tricksterofasgard) wrote in estoria2015-01-03 10:36 pm
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[OPEN] - One ball pit to rule them all...
Who: Loki tricksterofasgard & you~
When: various days
Where: McCeres
What: Just Loki going about his job.
Rating/Warning: %
It was just another perfectly normal day at McCeres. A place entirely dedicated for feasting, as Loki was to quickly figure out. People of all kinds visited it (quite regularly) to devour various versions of equally nutritious sustenance in relative peace. A peace Loki had decided to allow, while at the same time observe, for there was a lot for the Asgardian to learn about this place and the people brought into it.
This day's peace lasted until a high-pitched screech tore right through it like a warning. A warning of an approaching storm from a pointlessly upset child threatening to burst into tears and wailing right in the middle of the place's ball pit.
Loki all but faintly rolled his eyes as the rest of his face remained a perfectly school expression of calm. No. He would not permit this. Not on his watch. Not while he was in charge and ruled this pitiful little area and, in doing so, ironically maintained the peace of this ludicrous feasting place.
The base of a long, slim and golden spear struck the ground next to Loki's feet, barely even touching it. And yet, that simple, little motion was plenty to send a warning tremor through the pit filled with countless colorful plastic balls. The pit that guarding had become the Asgardian's job. And he would do so. Flawlessly.
Loki stood at the edge of the ball pit, towering not just due to his height alone, but even moreso due to his golden horned helmet. His newly polished battle armor added to it just as well. Shining gold, black leather and dark green fabrics that especially shone through the grand and vivid cape rounding up the Asgardian's attire that altogether easily gave him an imposing appearance.
The golden spear Gungnir in his hand barely even seemed to matter. And yet it had come in fairly handy, if only to catch a potential troublemaker's attention. One of the most powerful weapons in the Nine Realms - Reduced to reign in noisy children.
The little boy that had been about to start crying fell silent the moment he felt the tremors and froze once he felt the Asgardian's stern eyes on him. With a brief motion of his hand Loki called the child to him and the boy did, indeed, follow suit. For a moment, maybe two, the child stood in front of the tall man before Loki crouched down and a quiet few words were spoken from him to the boy who all but stood in silence and eventually nodded.
With a single nod from Loki the boy returned to the ball pit to play in quiet peace and the Asgardian stood again to resume guarding, ruling over this colorful little area.
It was all but the beginning... And peace was - once more - restored.
[[ ooc: Feel free to bother your local Asgardian - Prose or action format, I'll follow your preference. ]]
tricksterofasgard & you~When: various days
Where: McCeres
What: Just Loki going about his job.
Rating/Warning: %
It was just another perfectly normal day at McCeres. A place entirely dedicated for feasting, as Loki was to quickly figure out. People of all kinds visited it (quite regularly) to devour various versions of equally nutritious sustenance in relative peace. A peace Loki had decided to allow, while at the same time observe, for there was a lot for the Asgardian to learn about this place and the people brought into it.
This day's peace lasted until a high-pitched screech tore right through it like a warning. A warning of an approaching storm from a pointlessly upset child threatening to burst into tears and wailing right in the middle of the place's ball pit.
Loki all but faintly rolled his eyes as the rest of his face remained a perfectly school expression of calm. No. He would not permit this. Not on his watch. Not while he was in charge and ruled this pitiful little area and, in doing so, ironically maintained the peace of this ludicrous feasting place.
The base of a long, slim and golden spear struck the ground next to Loki's feet, barely even touching it. And yet, that simple, little motion was plenty to send a warning tremor through the pit filled with countless colorful plastic balls. The pit that guarding had become the Asgardian's job. And he would do so. Flawlessly.
Loki stood at the edge of the ball pit, towering not just due to his height alone, but even moreso due to his golden horned helmet. His newly polished battle armor added to it just as well. Shining gold, black leather and dark green fabrics that especially shone through the grand and vivid cape rounding up the Asgardian's attire that altogether easily gave him an imposing appearance.
The golden spear Gungnir in his hand barely even seemed to matter. And yet it had come in fairly handy, if only to catch a potential troublemaker's attention. One of the most powerful weapons in the Nine Realms - Reduced to reign in noisy children.
The little boy that had been about to start crying fell silent the moment he felt the tremors and froze once he felt the Asgardian's stern eyes on him. With a brief motion of his hand Loki called the child to him and the boy did, indeed, follow suit. For a moment, maybe two, the child stood in front of the tall man before Loki crouched down and a quiet few words were spoken from him to the boy who all but stood in silence and eventually nodded.
With a single nod from Loki the boy returned to the ball pit to play in quiet peace and the Asgardian stood again to resume guarding, ruling over this colorful little area.
It was all but the beginning... And peace was - once more - restored.
[[ ooc: Feel free to bother your local Asgardian - Prose or action format, I'll follow your preference. ]]
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"If you are drunk, you ought to leave this place." was the response she got, the Asgardian's tone one clearly forced into control. This realm and those dwelling in it clearly were beneath him.
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She gives him a baffled look. "Granny? Drunk? Never!" She just acts like she's constantly drunk, but she's not. Most of the time. And not today.