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thoughtformed2013-08-09 08:54 pm
badnewsboy) wrote in thoughtformed2013-08-09 08:54 pm
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I've two questions for you, if you'll humor me.
What's your favorite musical number preformed by a popular Midgardian performer, and how would it relate in a moving film put to music in a variety of carefully placed and well-timed explosions?
There's also a possibility of choreographed dance numbers in the foreground, but I've always thought that it takes something special away from the setting.
--
Who Loki & people stopping him! (also possibly other people)
Where Avengers HQ (sorry again Carol)
When tonight, with explosions.
What explosions!
Warning explosions?
Well-placed was right. Loki watches the dull glow of his phone and thinks that it's much easier this way. He'd almost forgotten how amusing it was to scroll up and down network posts, which he'd done for hours before the island slowly degraded into the harsh reality the future brought. They had been brought here to stop what had been started, and there were seeds to be planted and a future to be changed. Events in the past to change the future. It was as he had heard before, but last time from the lips of Hela. Last time the results had been a cross between precise and erratic. Loki had created his own cage. But now, as who he was, the world looked a lot different from outside of the bars.
For now he kept his thoughts on Billy, and on saving the future. Becoming something that people believed was evil wasn't very difficult. A few well-placed words and chaotic coincidences led to what the Midgardians would equate to a large snowball rolling down a mountainside. The Young Avengers had broken, the New Moore Avengers had broken, the island had broken, and it left them in small groups with scattered ideals. No one had known how dangerous Billy could be.
The digital clock on his phone changes, and he checks the network one more time out of uncontrolled habit, his thumb sliding down the screen. It wouldn't be long until someone showed up to stop him, but everything was already well in place. He stands, awaiting company, balancing himself carefully on the edge of the roof of Avengers Headquarters. He holds his arms out dramatically.
"I would hate for anyone to miss it."
What's your favorite musical number preformed by a popular Midgardian performer, and how would it relate in a moving film put to music in a variety of carefully placed and well-timed explosions?
There's also a possibility of choreographed dance numbers in the foreground, but I've always thought that it takes something special away from the setting.
--
Who Loki & people stopping him! (also possibly other people)
Where Avengers HQ (sorry again Carol)
When tonight, with explosions.
What explosions!
Warning explosions?
Well-placed was right. Loki watches the dull glow of his phone and thinks that it's much easier this way. He'd almost forgotten how amusing it was to scroll up and down network posts, which he'd done for hours before the island slowly degraded into the harsh reality the future brought. They had been brought here to stop what had been started, and there were seeds to be planted and a future to be changed. Events in the past to change the future. It was as he had heard before, but last time from the lips of Hela. Last time the results had been a cross between precise and erratic. Loki had created his own cage. But now, as who he was, the world looked a lot different from outside of the bars.
For now he kept his thoughts on Billy, and on saving the future. Becoming something that people believed was evil wasn't very difficult. A few well-placed words and chaotic coincidences led to what the Midgardians would equate to a large snowball rolling down a mountainside. The Young Avengers had broken, the New Moore Avengers had broken, the island had broken, and it left them in small groups with scattered ideals. No one had known how dangerous Billy could be.
The digital clock on his phone changes, and he checks the network one more time out of uncontrolled habit, his thumb sliding down the screen. It wouldn't be long until someone showed up to stop him, but everything was already well in place. He stands, awaiting company, balancing himself carefully on the edge of the roof of Avengers Headquarters. He holds his arms out dramatically.
"I would hate for anyone to miss it."