itp cool log for cool people aka america & loki hanging out.

[badnewsboy]

who America & Loki
what uh, probably coffee. NO PUNCHING HERE. NO ONE'S PUNCHING ANYONE OR FLIPPING ANY TABLES OR CAUSING ANY COLLATERAL DAMAGE.
why stunning confessions!!
when after this post of start of the reveal of stunning confessions.



[so, here he is!

stuck between a rock and a metaphorical hard place. except the rock is his own stunning secret and the hard place is a very fashionable inter-dimensional kicker of ass. he had enough audacity (he's sure that's what it was, even though he wasn't to terribly sure of what his Evil-Self had did, yet) to buy her coffee with Noh-Varr's money and sit in front of her all business-like. the pair of sunglasses he was wearing are tipped up when he sets the cup in front of her, resting just above his hairline.

unlike back-at-the-ranch, he was decked out in a hoodie and a pair of jeans, his hood pulled up. he's been adapting himself fairly well, with all the hub-bub going on, he usually vouches to blend in enough that he's not sticking out like a sore thumb like an Asgardian in a group of mortals.]

Hell, good day, and many other such pleasantries. Shall I thank you for coming?

[he sits across from her.]

Now, shall we have some conversations of the business-kind? Unfortunately I've left my tie in my current place of lodging.

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[misscongeniality]

[she drags the coffee closer, considering loki over the lid. he'd be blending in so well, if he didn't talk like an old-timey movie.]

Yeah. Get talking.

[badnewsboy]

Yes, the talking parts.

[he waves a finger and then sits back a bit in his seat. they're in Starboxx, and it's busy. Kate's not the only one who's used people for cover before.

he glances at her briefly and then at his coffee, it takes him a moment, but when he executes it it's flawless.]

I'm dead.

Well, kind of. It's more complicated than that, but it's a good place to start.

[misscongeniality]

[that's an eyebrow going up. she could believe him. she hears being a god is nuts. still. she takes a sip of her coffee.]

What, you got better?

[badnewsboy]

God things!

[he says, sitting back a bit with his over-syruped whipped-cream topped kinda-coffee-drink.]

It's a very long story type god things.

[but each time it got a little easier to talk about.

he leans in then, toward her, lowering his voice.]

Whether you choose to believe it or not.

[and he gets a bit more serious, his tone changing.]

Gods are made out of stories. We are created from words and tales so old that it has become myth. It's a marvel that the oldies remembers anything at all, really. But there are a lot of rules that can be bent when you are a story. Me ... I ... Hm ...

In desperation in his—my pursuit of freedom, Loki exploded himself, scattered as dust in the universe and swept under the metaphorical rug. His soul wandered, and as many Asgardians, was reborn anew. That's me! So, this me decided to do what I could to help, even though being a villain seemed to be expected from me.

But the whole time my Other-Self wanted what I had made for Loki, and devised an incoherent, yet extremely effective plot to have me destroyed so who I once was could take this body and this name. It was erasure, something akin to death. A little bird told me that you've met him, the other me.

[misscongeniality]

[for a few moments, she just stares at him, taking it in. every moment spent on this island is like fucking storytime with her moms.

she puts the coffee down, crosses her arms. it's neat. explains why he was so hesitant when she showed up. but loki is loki.]

And you're telling me you're, what, from before that happened?

[badnewsboy]

[looking into the floofy coffee that he already polished off.]

Yep, that sounds about right.

Lady Katie offered to extend the explanation, but I told her it would probably be more effective to hear it from me. Er ... and then her again, probably.

[he knows that look. it's the "I don't believe you, Loki" look.]

[misscongeniality]

That's pretty convenient timing.

[she finishes the coffee in one gulp, without taking her eyes off loki. she probably looks pretty damn paranoid, but that usually pays off.

she can go find kate bishop after this, ask her what she knows.]

[badnewsboy]

Well, yes, that's something I've always been rather good at.

[looking a bit disappointed that his coffee is gone and even more disappointed when he realizes he's out of money.

suddenly.]

I could be scheming!

[pause.]

But I'm not.

[misscongeniality]

Okay.

[she knows that's a lie, at least. whoever's heard of loki not scheming?]

I'm gonna tell you what I told the other guy.

['the other guy', like they might not be the same person. she sighs, and stands up.]

I'm watching you, chico.

[she waves the cup of coffee before throwing it in the trashcan.]

Thanks. It wasn't bad.

[badnewsboy]

Yes, I'm very watchable as well. That's part of the things I'm good at.

[okay, he looks a little openly disappointed she's leaving so early, but really. Loki.]

There's nothing else you wanted to know?

[misscongeniality]

[she looks back at him. her mouth flattens out, a sign that she's thinking.]

You really don't remember the whole goo thing, huh.

[badnewsboy]

[holds up his hands in a perpetual shrug.]

Nope, but it sounds gross.