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[ there's a burst of static before the audio, then almost silence -- but listening closely reveals the sounds of traffic and a deep muffled voice, sounding indistinct and harsh. then: ]

But I don't have any more money!

Because I just spent it all on groceries! The ones I'm carrying! You're really not very good at this.

Well no, I don't use credit cards.

Look, can I please just go? I don't have anything you want, and the popsicles are going to melt straight through the bag, and I'm sure you have plenty of other people to mug, so I'd appreciate it if -- wait -- don't --

[ the audio cuts off. ]

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[ There comes a low growl from behind the mugger, a figure cloaked in shadows (but with glowing red eyes). ] You heard her. Beat it.

[ the mugger only looks for a moment like he considers taking his chances until he catches sight of the glowing eyes, then flees, scared off by the inclusion of an unexpected witness -- to say nothing of the witness's supernatural status. if it ain't an easy mark, he ain't playin'.

that leaves Ukraine standing looking wide-eyed, one hand around the neck of a bottle of vodka like a club, the other behind her back with her finger on the "record" button, the rest of her groceries scattered at her feet. ]

Oh, I.

[ Derek glares after the retreating mugger and pulls his fangs back in, turning back to Ukraine, face soft. ] Are you okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?

Yes! I mean, no! I mean, goodness you're quick. I'm all right! It only looked like he was going to try something so I was going to just -- [ and she mimes swinging the bottle; it would have been a shame to waste, but vodka wouldn't ruin her clothes like a gunshot wound would do. ]

[A rather familiar white wolf came dashing around the corner, and barreled right into the retreating mugger, bowling him over. Her paw comes down hard on his sternum, and the wolf leans in close, snapping her teeth in his face with a snarl. Even to a regular person, it screams stay down and hold still if you value your life. She remains planted on the offender, but takes a moment to look up at Ukraine and Derek for confirmation - this is the guy, right? Everyone's ok?]

[ OH GOD EVERYONE'S COMING OUT OF THE WOODWORK but at least Ukraine manages not to drop her bottle in surprise when she cries: ] Oh, Aisling! Don't hurt him!

[ sure, Ukraine was going to crack a glass bottle upside his head, but that was self-defense! ahh... ]

[The wolf slicked her ears back to her skull, ducking her head a little in acknowledgement of the rebuke. She won't hurt him... unless he tries something funny. He's a little dazed and alarmed, but not seriously hurt yet. The marauder shifts a bit and she bristles, baring her teeth and growling at him till he lays still again. Just because she's not likely to hurt him doesn't mean she's going to let him go that easily.

She looks back up at Ukraine, pricking up her ears and looking her over inquisitively. Any injuries? No? Derek? You?]

Ukraine STAB HIM WITH A POPSICLE STICK do you need help I'll be right there

Oh goodness I'll keep that in mind for next time I suppose, if I don't have a bottle of vodka to use. Don't worry!!!

HAHA YES STAB HIM WITH THE VODKA BOTTLE

I'll be there to make an arrest, okay. Don't let him get away.

that

that might not be a problem

Perhaps the popsicles were what they were after.

[well, he was already heading in that direction...]

Oh bother

I certainly hope not, he could have just asked nicely in that case.

Were you able to chase them away with your charm, m'lady?

If only it was always that easy. No, some of my friends helped me out. Nothing to worry about!

Then I shall take it as good news.

May I have a popsicle?

Oh! Well, of course you may, sweetheart. Does lime sound okay? Those were in the middle of the box so they're the least melty.

That's very kind of you. I cannot offer much in return, but I may serve as a proper escort for your walk home.

I certainly wouldn't mind, but are you sure you shouldn't be getting back to your parents? What's your name, honey?

Don't worry, m'lady. I am what they call a new arrival. They gave me the fake speech and everything.

And as much as I would like to introduce myself over the internet of New Moore, I believe that my formalities dictate that I do so in person. I hope that wouldn't be trouble.

[ OH NO she hates it when it's little kids stuck here; also gosh what could have made a little boy so hesitate to introduce himself :( ]

Oh dear, I'm sorry. That's no trouble, but I hope that doesn't mean I can't introduce myself. I'm Ukraine!

[ as she types that in response, he's giving his Phone of Stark a quite quizzical look. did she call herself "Ukraine"? he had not yet a Midgardian bearing the name of one of their countries. how curious.

he came around the corner, pulling his hood back. he raises a hand. ]

The Lady Ukraine, how do you fare?

[ and he hurries over to her. ]

Edited 2012-10-07 23:01 (UTC)

[ don't worry, she's used to explaining. ]

Oh! Goodness, everyone's quick today. [ the wave is returned with a lot of cheer for someone who just nearly got mugged, but, you know, these things happen and all. ] I'm fine, really!

[ he stands on his tiptoes to study her expression, and then looks overtly relieved. he moves to take one of her shopping backs in either hand, that's what Thor would do. ]

Of course, but you can't blame me for wanting to check. M'lady Ukraine, I am Loki of Asgardia. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Edited 2012-10-08 02:02 (UTC)

[ Ukraine smiles at him: see! no harm done! and wow, she finally gets to be on the other end of the "were you named after or are you the original" question. not that she really knows it. ] Oh, like from the myths, right?

[ she starts rummaging around one of the bags and pulls out a slightly damp box of popsicles to peel open and offer him one. ] There you go, sweetie.

Yes, like from the myths. You could say that.

[ they would go with that. though his attention on those last few words seems to fade as he peeks up to watch her dig through one of her bags. oh oh, was that? it was...!

he brightens considerably, shifting one of her bags from one hand to the other and eagerly accepting the popsicle. ]

My thanks.

Oh bother, I wasn't even thinking, let me get that -- [ oops guess who didn't plan this beyond "get the kid a popsicle"! she takes back one of the bags so he can have a hand free. then off we go, before anyone else shows up with a mind for her groceries! ]

You know, one of my friends mentioned a few days ago that her friend Thor had shown up. Is he your brother?

[ he trots beside her, eating his popsicle. certainly his presence would chase away any other riff-raff they came across. when she mentions Thor he realizes that he has to think fast. all and all, he hadn't really known what kind of impact his presence would cause on this island—along with Thor not remembering him. he wonders, once again, just what happened in his final moments before his arrival. it was possible that this was some elaborate trick. for now he would have to play it as it came. ]

If only it were so simple.

[ it hurt in an odd way, but he wasn't about to let on. no, not unless it was some benefit. right now, it wasn't. he does manage a small, but sad smile in response. ]

But I don't believe that the Thor is the one that I know. A consequence of being "fake", perhaps?

Oh no, I'm so sorry! [ she can't hug him with arms full but there is A HUG IN HER EYES. (how many Thors can there be though?) (well, it was still a popular name in Scandinavia, wasn't it? maybe she'd have to ask Denmark if he showed up.) ]

I guess that's better than being all alone, though I can't imagine how unhappy I'd be if my siblings came here and weren't quite the ones I knew...

I think of it as an exciting opportunity, m'lady. No one here knows who I am, or my past. It may as well be a good thing.

[ Thor was ... similar. not the same, but similar enough for Loki to pinpoint a few of his more glaring personality traits and mannerisms. he wouldn't tell her, not yet. he felt as if it was a card that he couldn't show, no matter how trustworthy she came off. he still didn't have enough detailed information about this place to reveal anything. ]

[ lord what could have happened to make a little boy prefer to be alone than with his brother. it's mind-boggling to someone as family-oriented as Ukraine. ]

Goodness, that sounds terribly lonely, though.

[ most likely because it's a lie on a few different levels. ]

I'm a very resilient boy.

[ he bites into the popsicle and stops dead.

brain freeze! ]

Well, if you ever need anything -- Oh!

[ she stops walking too, looking very concerned. ] Put your tongue on the roof of your mouth, that will help!

[ well, that got her attention on something else that wasn't the conversation at hand. good. ]

Milkshakes never did that...

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