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[ Things escalated quickly, as any meeting between similar kinds of their nature would. He supposed... but he wasn't supposing much at the moment because he's busy being in the corner of some room. His counterpart put him on his ass very fast and very thoroughly, let's just say. This was not like him. Not like him at all, but panic, and panic, and a side helping of - temporary - hopelessness. He did not care who heard. It would be forgotten, he hoped, in the wave of people and in a few days he would have himself picked up and all would be well again.

He'd have a plan. Until then...

When it sounds like a voice message is about to be spoke, there's some silence first. The device is on the floor. He knew he'd lost and he knew what was going to happen now. He, himself, just had too much pride.

Damn it. He had plans, too. Get yourself together, get yourself together, just. Get yourself together. It was the bifrost all over again. He didn't know what to do.

There is a slow inhale to be heard and then a quiet, numbed: ]

I'm sorry.

[ No, screw you. Two can play at this game -- close to heart as it is.

ooc: confused? good times ]

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[1/2] I shroud have known You would be no t far behind this.

You are NOt sorry. NOT. YET.

[2/2] You play at being 2 men. Why?.

[ why does this exist in his life right now. Anyway, his voice is the same sort of monotone. ]

Sif.

Yes.

YOu are very spry for a dead Man.

[ First he will give you instructions on how to turn this to voice because your spelling is murdering him more than he's already being murdered. Please do refrain from begrudging him this minor relief. ]

I could not understand your squabble. Now, please try again.

[And begrudgingly she fiddles with it a moment, giving that device a new shiny crack in its screen already for the trouble. It clicks on eventually despite her abuses.]

The damned thing would change my words as I wrote them-- but this does not matter!

We thought you dead. How did you survive unscathed? Answer me and do not bother with your games.

Edited 2012-08-09 06:28 (UTC)

I survived because I was meant to survive. [ are you sure you're ready for this, Sif? There's no fight here right now. Just cold. ]

What matter has it to you?

What matter?! You betrayed us! Your arrogance and conceit nearly cost the All-Father-- neigh all their lives! Including that of your brother and your own dear mother.

Because of your crimes I can not return home upon the Bifrost from this place and as such I will have you tell me what I wish to know! [A pause for breath and then she hisses low.]

I am owed this much.

[ realizing what he is about to say contradicts the original message, he continues. ]

Entertain me this, oh glorious woman of steel. Think you I have any care, whatsoever, about your presumed dept upon me? They are not my family. Asgard is not my home.

I owe you nothing.

[A silence follows, but her breathing is still audible. Quick and sharp.]

Jealous you always were, Loki. But never so spiteful that you would deny your own blood and kin.

You know nothing. Nothing of how they mourn. How grief hangs like a storm over the city of Asgard with no end in sight. [A scoff.]
You are undeserving of the care those you betrayed still held. I would rather them think you dead yet than know this cruelness that you speak.

[ This is the worst possible thing you could say right now.

It takes him awhile and he does not speak on the majority of it. Too emotional, words could not bear their strength so he would speak onle these to follow. Again, flat: ]

They know it. Your ignorance is bliss, keep it as such.

As is yours.

Though truly, I can not understand how it could ever please you so.

It doesn't. It simply is.

You speak like a child.

Such heat in her words. Does she try to rile me?

Oh, but he has already made it abundantly clear I could not if I wished to.

[Silence follows and then after she lets it settle for a moment her voice returns with far less malice. Sif was no fool. There were far more pressing things happening than any grudge held between them for now.]

...what is this realm, Loki? Would you even tell me true if you knew?

[There are a lot of things Shrike wants to say.

'Me too' tops the list. Then comes the questioning, the disbelief, the anger. Why weren't you sorry before I had to turn into this? Why weren't you sorry when it would have mattered to me? But she controls that. She's just some tiny girl, and Loki is a god, and she--

The thing is it doesn't matter if Loki is a god. All Shrike has to do is imagine if an older, more helpful version of herself arrived, along with someone from home intent on making her pay. She'll never tell Loki this, but there are times...there are times she feels sorry for him, even though she knowsnif he ever suspected that he'd make her the sorry one. Too much heart.]

It's okay.

Edited 2012-08-09 09:42 (UTC)

[And then it occurs to her, and she laughs quietly in her room, her worries dispelled: of course. This is brilliant, actually, and she's glad she didn't use voice to reveal any actual worry. Then she would have looked stupid, but see? She's learning.

Now he's the young one, wronged by an arrogant older self, and hounded by remnants from home. This can all work in their favour, the way he's playing it, and she admires him for pulling success out of possible disaster.

(Because it can't be sincere, not with Loki. Nothing is.)]

I can say that in public, if you like. How do you want me to react, though? Is that good? Or should I not say anything?

[ He would snap your neck if you told him of pity.

It's not sincere. It's one of those 'I am overwhelmed, I have to say something' moments - and impulse - and he will likely pass off if it gets too much attention; pretend it was not his own doing. Although he wouldn't call it success. He couldn't call it anything--

Well, he's said and done worse things. He needs to find a way to outplay him. Go back days later and swallow his pri-- idea.

There is an audible slap of skin against skin as his hands hit his face and he exhales with a sound of relief. Idea. He has an idea. ]

Mm. If you wish it.

Shame for her. One bets her blades ache to reach his heart in ways they cannot. [ He's still not out of it enough to mock. ]

Tis no realm.

If you think it's the best thing.

[Out of the mouths of babes and songbirds, apparently. Shrike never had gods before, really, only the promise of a wheel, but now she has faith. Not born out of love, but out of the respect you have for a storm or a volcano.

Loki is a god like Pele is a god. They can rain down death as readily as life, and who is she to question which one comes or why?

It's almost peaceful to put her life into more capable, if also more capricious, hands.]

[ Tranquility will be a buzz with newcomers for a solid week, he'd give. Stay silent until then. Watch, especially him. His original idea for after the jump dust had settled could still work out. Good. Deal with Sif another time. He's not in the mood right now.

Make himself look worse for wear. Like he had accidentally made it in to a video first to leave that open - aah. His mind was turning again.

Unfreezing, as it were. ]

No. Residents are busy. Some are suspicious, however, of what happened between you and I. He will feed on that and his wounds. Wait until the dust settles.

Your going to lose Jesse, I feel.

[She's grateful for text. He must know she's stricken, wherever she is, but she doesn't have to try to hide it. It's hidden by the medium and she doesn't have to waste energy focusing on quieting her expression. Just let it happen and think.]

I'll wait. And why do you say that?

Edited 2012-08-09 12:24 (UTC)

Do you disagree?

Yes.

We're friends. I saved him. He cares about me. I trust him. Why would he go?

Edited 2012-08-09 12:56 (UTC)

Pay attention.

[ enough said. ]

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