Goodbye moon

[badnewsboy]

[New Moore, you might've missed something in your morning sky if you looked carefully. if you didn't, here's a surprise.

so there's this Loki kid on the screen holding his arms up in a green robe that's way too big. despite his small stature, he looks as menacing as he cold possibly try to looking menacing. so, pretty menacing. maybe an eight outta ten? menacing enough. he raises his fingers, wiggling them, well, menacingly. there's a fog machine or something in the background. or real fog. probably real fog.]

It seems that you're missing something I've acquired.

[there's a brief pause and he offers a knowing smile.]

But it's mine now! No one can stop me. Not you, or thou, or anyone else. I'm just that evil or something!

[and he points toward the screen.

he murmurs something in another language and adds "and other such mystifying words" toward the end of it and poof! disappears.

sorry about your moon.]

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[swordhappy]

[The difficult and irritating thing about Loki is that she honestly cannot tell if he's really not doing this under his own steam or he's only pretending to be effected because- well, because he's Loki, and that's what he does.]

Loki! What in Hela's name do you think you're doing!

[soundofmagic]

Milady! Did you not mark the raging oceans this morning? The sudden, violent shift in its tide?

( Suddenly, poof! Billy Kaplan, now little more than a sprite, appears on Sif's shoulder. He's glaring at the screen, but it's hard to look tough when you're barely a foot tall. )

This ne'er-do-well has stolen the moon!

[swordhappy]

[Oh Odin's balls, what did she ever do to deserve this? Turning off the video feed, before Loki can hear what she has to say.]

I marked it, Billy Kaplan. [Sif is too composed for the lowly facepalm, but she's already tired of this whole debacle.] But I know Loki of old, and he has not changed so much as he thinks. I would know just what else I must make him answer for, and some semblance of how to undo it, before I proceed to walloping him soundly for his mischief. [She tightens her grip on her sword, irritation barely held in check.] He was always fond of waving his supposed cleverness and his schemes in my face.

[badnewsboy]

What I have done. Which is steal the moon.

[swordhappy]

And you can return it at once!

[badnewsboy]

No, no I don't think I will.

[swordhappy]

[Deep breaths, Sif. Count to ten.]

I will give you a chance to rethink your answer and try again. You will put it back, Loki. Yes?

[badnewsboy]

No! I took it, it's mine now!

[swordhappy]

It is not! You cannot own the moon, Loki, not even if you steal it. Put it back, before I am forced to come find you.

[badnewsboy]

You think you can find me? You can't! I'm leaving.

With the moon!

[swordhappy]

Do not challenge me, Loki! You know I could track you to the very edges of the Nine Realms. But I am giving you a chance to rectify your mistake without further trouble. I will not be so kind if you give me cause to regret it.

[Sif is sure that he's not going to take it, but she feels she has to try, rather than jump to shaking him until he gives in.]

[badnewsboy]

[and he sticks out his tongue at her, raises his hands and IS LIKE POOF GONE IN A BALL OF SMOKE.

well.

that's never happened before.]

[swordhappy]

[Odin's festering eyesocket, HOW SHE HATES HIS STUPID SORCERY. And oh when she finds him, they are going to have WORDS. SO MANY WORDS.

Time to start tearing the town apart until she finds him.]

la la la just going to assume how this goes

[maiditoutalive]

[Later, much later, in the deepest darkness of night, Aradia lights a fire. For the night is dark and full of terrors, and she's always loved to watch everything burn, even hoping for the best, and everybody needs a little light to see the terrors by.

But a troll in the dark is a strange thing, the way their eyes reflect light in darkness, the way shadows don't quite sit on her face just right, the way her dark red dress and cloak look like clotted blood in the darkness. The fires have told her to wait- but for what, not even she's sure, yet.]

[badnewsboy]

[it's not until later that he comes to see her.

shyness could be a word for it. he had gone through a lot of trouble trying a variety of fairly sorcerous techniques to lure the moon into a jar. fixing it with a fashionable burlap cloth, he tucks it under his arms and beneath his robes and heads out into the dark night.

it's not long before he finds her.

and then freezes up.]

Er.

[maiditoutalive]

[She'd known she had to wait for something; she hadn't known, exactly, that it would be this. Him. But it all makes sense, in a strange sort of way that she doesn't quite understand. Who else would she wait for, in the darkest of dark nights?]

Hi!

[She sounds terribly cheerful, despite the fact that outside of the ring of light cast by her fire the darkness is impenetrable, or that he's carrying a suspiciously fashionably capped jar.]

I've been waiting for you.

[badnewsboy]

[this is no time to be shy, Loki. he had done it. what he set out to do. er. um.


well.

he coughs.]

I brought you something. I, er ... I hope you like it.

[and he leans down to set down the jar, and he uncovers it. inside is something bright and round, the glow making it difficult to distinguish what's inside, but to someone like her, it should be obvious.]

[maiditoutalive]

[It is obvious, but she still gasps anyway, surprised despite herself- despite the knowledge that something big had been coming- before her face breaks in a grin, just a little too wide to not be unsettling, all her teeth on display.]

Is it really-?

[The question is reflexive; she's already holding out her hands for it, excited, the light doing strange things to the color of her skin, her eyes.]

[badnewsboy]

Aye, I've called it down from the sky in a display of, er ... well, um ... affection, you'd say.

[he rubs the back of his neck a little nervously as she takes the jar in her hands. he's relieved that her attention is off of him, and his shoulders deflate a little with a huff.]

Please accept it as a gift.

[maiditoutalive]

[She looks at it in gleeful fascination, holding it up this way and that to her eyes, hardly looking at him at all. Looking at all the little details instead, all the pockmarks and craters, taking it all in.]

As displays go, I don't think anybody's going to manage to compete with this.

[badnewsboy]

Yes, well ... that went through my mind as I was calling it down.

[yeah, if you're gonna do something you may as well ... go all the way. he watches her observe her new gift with an innocent fascination.]

I, um...

[maiditoutalive]

[She gives him a big-eyed look over the top of the jar, openly curious and definitely very, very happy.]

Yes?

[badnewsboy]

[oh no, she's looking right at him. oh no.]

Um ... We could get ... Mead?

[maiditoutalive]

[Oh yes she most certainly is. With approval, even, and the widest smile imaginable.]

We could, in fact, go get mead, if that's what you want to do.

[badnewsboy]

[and he still looks just a little nervous.]

That's what's customary, right?

[maiditoutalive]

[What's there to be nervous about?]

You've got it right! And I accept.

[Who knows where she stores that jar (in her sylladex) all of a sudden, so that she has the free hand to grab ahold of his.]

So let's go.

[badnewsboy]

[in all of his green and loosely fitting robes he follows after her, trudging a little as she pulls him along, trying to keep up. his hood rustles and lowers but he doesn't seem to care to put it back up.]

Aye, we're going! If that's what pleases milady, it would be ... er, a pleasure!

[and somehow his face gets brighter.]

[maiditoutalive]

[Aradia can be very strong for such a small girl, when she puts her mind to it. When she gets really excitable, more like, and this is the most exciting thing to happen all day.]

Yes that's what a pleasure is! We should celebrate, too. This is a pretty amazing thing that you just did.

[She beams back at him, although it might be hard to see properly with the moon crushed to her chest in her free arm.]

[notdogmatic]

This is unnatural.

[badnewsboy]

Comparatively speaking.

[dontmccallmyname]

...we needed that.

[badnewsboy]

I believe everyone is still alive, so no harm done, you see?