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[Thor has finally settled into his new room in the Stark Building, though he's still entirely unsure about everything and not exactly happy about the rude welcome he got from his so-called teammates, even if the invitation to live with them has somewhat made up for it.

He's in his room when he makes his video post, an uncertain expression on his face.]

Are crime sprees such as this common in this realm? It seems strange and sudden.

[Then again, maybe it's one of those "events" he was told about. He already thinks this place is some form of prison for the insane. Apparently, it's the criminally insane, too.]

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[mindoirsurvivor]

Strange and sudden is probably the island motto.

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It seems pointless and that those who dragged us here have not stopped these random events is foolish.

[mindoirsurvivor]

Tell me about it.

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So, the crimes are not common like this?

[mindoirsurvivor]

Crimes, sure. Crimes like this, no. I've got no damn idea where all the guns came from.

[vdova]

Thor. I could use your help with something.

[point_break]

Natasha; what do you need?

[vdova]

Backup.

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Of course. In what?

[vdova]

I'm looking for someone. We're afraid he might have been kidnapped, and the more muscle I can take with me to retrieve him when I find him, the better.

[point_break]

I will join you, but it would be better to know what he looks like, if I am to help find him.

[vdova]

Are you still in your room?

[point_break]

I am. You are free to come if you wish to speak in person.

Elsewhere--FEEL FREE TO REPLY OR NOT.

[badnewsboy]

For the last few days him and his Phone of Stark had been inseparable. He used it for everything, cataloging places on the island, using the maps to memorize certain routes in the city, and of course, enough pictures of his journey's commemoration. Sneaking around the city the last two days had gotten him some interesting photographs of people in the city, and occasionally he'd crouch in an alley somewhere away from the chaos and go through them, searching for details within them or checking the network to see what others were saying.

This time, when he scrolled through the posts, he felt his stomach drop. There it was. A video.

That was--but it--no, was it? His mouth fell open and he tried to find the words--even though no one was around to hear them. He wasn't sure whether to shout or cry. Cry, maybe. Crying would be good. After what he believed had happened (and he wasn't sure, exactly, what had happened, as his memories seemed oddly scattered about the events prior to Sultur's--well, that wasn't the point), he wasn't sure how he could face Thor. How had he not known he was here? Was there no message, no dreams, no points in his emotions that he had felt his presence? He sighed the breath he had been holding since he had seen the video.

His lips pressed into a straight line. He was Loki Laufeyson of Asgard. This should not be such a difficult task! What would Thor say in a time like this? ...Volstagg? (Well, maybe Volstagg.) All right, that was it. He had made up his mind. He pushed himself to his feet and flitted lightly across the alley way, peeking out from behind the corners. It would be too dangerous to call him out where others could see him--so... instead... he simply cried out in his loudest voice.

"Thor!! Thor! Hear me!"

/RESPONDS

[point_break]

Thor has been exploring New Moore as best he can, though it's just like any other Midgardian place he's ever seen-- dull, for the most part, with more buildings than necessary and weird people. Even so, it's nice to be with his friends, even if he has his concerns about where Loki is, after he was dragged here mid-teleport to Asgard.

He isn't doing anything particularly important when he hears his name being shouted, but it gives him pause. Looking around cautiously, he clenches his fists.

"Who goes there, and how do you know of me?"

SQUEEP

[badnewsboy]

Loki tugged at his hood, pulling it half over his face. Now that he had done it, he wasn't quite sure he could own up. It had worked. He was only half expecting it to work. It wasn't this way with anyone else--he swore--no one else but Thor. He sucked up all his courage and stepped out from around the brick corner, pulling his hood down.

"It is I, broth—" and then he stops "—er..." His mind works through the impulse that had once been there enough to summon him, because the one that stood before him was not the brother that he remembered. Luckily for him, he had skill enough to recover quickly. "Oh... this... is certainly not what I anticipated."

And here he was without Ikol.

[point_break]

Thor eyed the boy that came out from behind the wall. There was something obviously familiar about him, but it wasn't something he could really pin down. He didn't know if they knew each other from Asgard or somewhere else, Midgard perhaps, and he was but one of the children who had found heroes in the Avengers. Then the boy spoke and Thor rose a brow, then his brow furrowed.

"I have only one brother, that I know of. His name is Loki and you are not him, young one." He approached, then leaned down just so, eyeing him even more so. "You do seem familiar, however, and I know not how."

[badnewsboy]

Now, he knew there were certain things about Thor that would not work in his favor if he were to be entirely honest. As much, (surprising to anyone) as Thor was the one person whom he was entirely honest with. His mind reeled through the possibilities: could this Thor, the one standing before him, have been before the Serpent, before the Siege? Before Asgard had moved to Broxton and their little mailbox lay outside the enormous floating kingdom? If he were to speak of it, all of it, it would surely overwhelm him.

Start slow.

"That's quite interesting, you see, because my name is Loki as well," and he stepped forward, catching himself as he stumbled over his feet. He allowed a moment for Thor to get a good look at him before he circled around his ... brother? Other-brother? New-world-brother? Looking for differences quite curiously. "Perhaps we had once known each other, or perhaps we were once one and the same. Or perhaps! Perhaps I am simply he from another time. Another place."

And he stepped in front of him again.

"Would you believe me if I were to be truthful?"