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[onedirectiony]

Who| Loki & OPEN
What| Spend some time with the trickster god!
Where| Around & in some stores (sporting goods & clothing primarily: listed within the log)
When| Early week 1.
Warnings/Notes| Look, it's Loki. If you'd like an individual starter, let me know, I'll set something up! Also, feel free to interrupt at any point during this log.


Loki didn't know much of what to make of this entire arena. The week had started off a little strangely, but nothing worse than what he had expected of the arena. Sure, he hadn't experienced anything like the Cornucopia here before. What a waste to eliminate people like that. They could have provided hours of entertainment, and now - gone. Whoever was running this wasn't thinking too hard about the entertainment value of the people they had brought. A brutal death by someone else's hands was much better than that of one caused by basically the hit of a button.

The ice never bothered him, and although he had tried to get a key, it didn't turn out so well (some girl even managing to hit him quite hard and take what he was gunning for). And any time with Sif is much better forgotten for him, in his opinion.

After he got off the ice, he pulled off his skates and carried them as he made his way to Somerhalder & Smith. He removed several articles of clothing from the shelves, at least until he was satisfied with what he was wearing. He didn't even care that he was stripping for the cameras. If they wanted to spy on him half naked, so be it. He ditched his ice skating outfit, then picked up an extra pair of pants and a shirt.

He was careful not to carry too much.

Then he jogged to The Authority. This store had more of what he needed. He picked up a backpack (probably designed for camping, it reminded him of things he had seen on Midgard), two empty water bottles, and a small knife. He sat on the floor and pulled the shoe laces out of the ice skates. Then with the help of the small knife, he worked his way to remove the blades - then stuffed them into his bag. He ditched the boots. They were unnecessarily bulky.

He made his way to pick up some gym shoes and started out of the shop.

He had to find the food court and fill up those water bottles early, before everyone started camping out and he wouldn't have an opportunity to get to them again.

Comments

[worldsaway]

A brief glimpse of Loki at the Cornucopia had been all Thor needed for that moment. Knowing he hadn't exploded was good enough for him, because Loki was competent enough to care for himself. His concern had been focused on those who had been imprisoned and Sif, who was new. With most people checked in on and Sif assured as a travel partner, his mind does wander to Loki every so often.

He doesn't know he'll find him when he parts with Sif for the moment, he asks her to patrol while he enters the hunting store so that they can furnish themselves with weapons. He isn't terribly surprised to hear someone else is there, so he'll reach for the closest weapon (a knife as well) and approach. When he sees it's Loki, he lowers the weapon and smiles, just slightly.

"You move fast." He observes in a low voice. "I've no reason to worry for you, have I?"

[onedirectiony]

"I have to be fast," Loki answered. He wasn't strong like Thor or made for battle like his brother. He was clever, he was fast, he knew how to fight behind the scenes. He also had a special level of brutality that Thor didn't quite have. It was okay for him to be vile and violent. It was expected of him.

"Never have. I'm perfectly capable, Thor. I even have some weapons." He pulled the backpack off of his back, and opens it up to reveal his supplies to his brother.

"See? Does this put you at ease?"

[worldsaway]

Thor is under no illusion that Loki is useless in battle, even without his powers. If anything a place like this might adhere more to his form of fighting. Thor doesn't condemn it, but it will never be his way.

"Somewhat." He answers curtly, but he does smile wider when he gets a look at Loki's stash of weapons. "I will travel with Sif, I do not expect you to join. I only hope that we will see each other more than once before the end." Because he is a good brother who cares and all of those foolish things. "What are your plans beyond winning?"

[onedirectiony]

"Winning," Loki answered honestly, "meeting up with a friend." It felt strange to say. Loki didn't really have friends. He had people he worked with, people he used, and others that just happened to be there when he was winning. Friendship was basically foreign to him. He could charm people into following him, but he never really trusted anyone.

He didn't have much of a plan beyond that. Things seemed to fall into place for him once he got used to the setting in the arena. A mall had a lot of rooms and places to hide and get lost.

"You and Lady Sif should survive a long time," he answered. That was true, at least. He knew their skills as warriors.

[worldsaway]

"Of course." He says wryly, not particularly surprised that Loki's main goal remains the same. He does intend to ask what he means to do after he wins, but he's not interested in hearing it right now. He'll focus on something else, the more surprising part of what Loki is saying, his brow raising.

"A friend?" It's an open-ended question, lending itself to asking the identity of this friend, whether he really considers them a friend and more. He can't help but be curious, though he doesn't want to appear too surprised.

"We will last as long as we need to." Again, it's unspoken, but it's clear that his interest isn't in winning so much as staying around to be of use. Perhaps others would be suited as Victors, but he can't bare the idea of standing idly by while his friends suffer.

[onedirectiony]

Not that Loki would share what he wanted after he won. All he wanted Thor to know that he cared about was power and the possibility of winning. He wondered a little if Thor thought that maybe his friendship wasn't that genuine, but realized he didn't care. It wasn't his business or problem.

Thor's surprise doesn't bother him, nor does it make him miss a beat. It was the perfect distraction away from keeping Thor asking for information he isn't inclined to share. His brother was no good to him if he didn't have any desire to win. As much as Loki cared for Thor (buried in there, somewhere, beneath everything), he would never allow himself to be burdened by another person.

"Named Dave," Loki answered. He didn't know how the friendship was going to proceed considering some of the goals he had in mind for this arena. "He's a pretty blond who happens to not think I'm all that terrible."

For the cameras, right?

[worldsaway]

Unsurprisingly, Thor isn't quite aware he's being sated with less personal information to keep him from asking the real questions. Perhaps it's something he'd rather talk about anyway, even if it's foolish and selfish to be dismissive of the real issues.

"Dave." He repeats, a brow quirking when he does. He can't make any judgements from the name, but the description is curious. "I've not met him, but I suppose I cannot fault him for thinking as he does." He gives Loki a sly smile, reaching a hand out to nudge it against Loki's arm. His actions are decidedly less for the camera, more candid and honest.

[onedirectiony]

"You would totally have every reason to fault him for that, Thor," Loki said. Even if he was not this Thor's same Loki, he still knew himself. He, undoubtedly, tried on many occasions to interfere and destroy Thor's life, all the while Thor forgave him for each and every action. That seemed to be a fact regardless as to which Loki or which Thor they were talking about.

He watched Thor's hand nudging him. It wasn't easy being good - actually, Loki found it so difficult. It went against everything in him. "I mean, you'd have every reason, plus some new ones to think that I am pretty bad."

[worldsaway]

"If I did, I'd have to fault myself, and I am never wrong." He gives Loki a cocky smirk. "As you well know." He knows damn well he's wrong and has been wrong many times, but he knows he loves his brother and he cannot blame others for attempting such a task.

"I'm sure he has more reason than I to appreciate you, you are an attractive young man after all. Not quite so handsome as your brother, but well enough that I am not surprised." He teases a little more with an ever increasing grin.

[onedirectiony]

"Thor." Loki wanted to tell him that he was an idiot. He wanted to say that Thor shouldn't forgive him so easily. How many times had he made attempts on Thor's life? His friends' lives? On Earth? On Asgard? More now than he can count. His list of bad life choices and crimes puts even the most hardened criminal to shame.

"Oh don't even start with the flattery, Thor," Loki said. "It doesn't work," a sigh. "And besides...we're friends." At least right at this moment, that was how he would describe Dave. A friend who he can flirt with and have fun with. "Looks don't really have a thing to do with friendship. I mean, if it did...there are some people that really wouldn't be friend material." Not that he was friend material himself.

[sloshing]

From the option of keys, the hug circle, whatever other possible bad life decisions that remained if he had chosen to engage people in the rink, and leaving immediately, HK had chosen to leave as quickly as possible. Which was probably a good thing since he had a hard time understanding what the locking behind the naming system on the shops happened to be, so the extra time he gained from getting out of dodge was spent figuring out where could have something useful.

Things he discovered: The Authority was probably his favorite store here, even though some of the novelty clothing items were both hilarious and the dumbest ideas he had ever seen. Why would you wear a target on you? He shook his head at the thought after having a good laugh about it. Meatbags...

He spent way too much time trying to figure out which of the tactical garments available in this store were actually comfortable enough that he could spend an indefinite amount of time in them. Tucked behind a couple racks of clothing, the sounds of Loki doing his thing from another section of the store reached him. Skates in hand and feet bare, he slowly rose, peering over the racks, checking if the other meatbag present was visible, and if so, where. A glimpse of movement and then nothing.

But he could still hear him within the store, so quietly he crept through the displays, making sure to keep distance before making visual contact. However, HK-47 has yet to be fully acclimated to his body (it's been about a week since his arrival, still working out the bugs), so as he's crouched next to a display, he starts to lose his balance and instead of bracing against the floor, he ends up saying a personal hello to a somewhat precariously stacked display.

You have company, Loki.

[onedirectiony]

As he was removing shoes from the shelf, he heard the display go crashing down. So graceful, HK. While some may have been startled by the sudden audience, Loki was relatively unmoved by the addition of another person. He turns on his heel towards the newcomer, the additional shoes in hand as he looked him over. "Welcome."

His body was relaxed, perhaps too much so for a person in the middle of a place like this. He just wasn't too worried by the entire thing.

"Are you looking for something or simply knocking over the scenery?" he asked.

He didn't offer any assistance, he'd watch. He was still cautious, even if there were no physical signs of caution.