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And then the voices started, telling him of another universe, talking of power and chaos beyond what he could have ever dreamed.
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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
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"There comes Fenris twin, His jaws are open wide..."
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Post by Fenris Lokison on Feb 13, 2013 14:02:46 GMT -5
His last meal was a rather perfect cover, suit and tie, all the features of a businessman - who knew, perhaps the house he approached would recognise the stolen face. A pity it would be the last time anyone would see it again, well, except for the impending news reports. Eventually, the countless victims would have a tally, and fear of missing persons would cover the news at an alarming rate. "He went to get milk, and we haven't seen him since". Such pathetic heartache - these people knew nothing of being scorned. Nothing of having their lives ruined out of another's cruel spite. Odin would suffer some day soon.
But, that was later - for now, Fenris approached the well built home before him, thinking nothing of simply walking in the front door and gate; the owner's security would need some improving, as they had all failed to spot a man walking up the path all too formally, right up to the front door. Then again, perhaps that was a good thing - had they opened fire, their blood and organs would have painted the lawn red for a sprinkler cleaning in the morning. Eventually, Fenris stood at the door, and without even a thought of knocking, simply stepped inside.
These halls were long spanning - they hugged one another, turning off to more doors and rooms, paintings and pictures posted everywhere, the tributes to someone's ill earned fortune, and someone else's misfortune. The constant story of human struggle, really, the tales told on Asgard from Midgard, of humans who worshipped them, called them Gods, and then stabbed one another in their lord's names. That was all they had, and all they knew - but Fenris knew more. He knew of Asgard misdeed and traitors. And he knew how to hunt - his nose leading the way. That led him to the room.
Content with his find, he shoved the door open suddenly and looked between the trio - a woman whom he had never seen, she was a simple Midgardian until told otherwise. The next he knew from stories and talk at the gates of Hel - though they had never met personally; another scorned by Odin, the tales told: Heal. He knew from the distinct half corpse face - another victim of the hierarchy. The last he had sought out for so long, to Fenris, it was almost like the victory to a long, painstaking quest. It wasn't over yet, though.
In his stolen midgard form, Fenris bowed onto one knee before Loki - head bowed, one arm over his knee, the other fist down on the floor, offered up as the Norse god's blade, giving himself up to Loki's service. He was finally here, giving himself over to Loki, ready to take his place by his father's side - Fenris was finally going to help bring about Loki's will. Bowing down, he shifted back to his lycan form - his back arched, his head lowered and eyes closed, one paw against the other, tail curved in a rather majestic appearance.
"Father, I have returned to you. I offer myself to your service once more..."
His message was sent between the entire group, so that although his lips never moved, everyone was aware of who this wolf was exactly. Fenris Lokison, devourer of the stars.
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Falcone Crime Boss
When god is gone and the Devil takes hold who'll have mercy on your soul?
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Mar 6, 2013 23:08:08 GMT -5
She felt the God tense slightly at her touch and it did nothing to her hold. She kept her arms around him in comfort, in thanks. She inhaled and the met the scent of leather and perhaps something more of mystics and magics. Dominique relaxed against him as his arms, too, wrapped around her small frame as best they could given their height difference. Even if they remained in that stance for moments, Dom's eyes drifted shut and she exhaled calmly. They opened once more at his question and nodded. He sounded surprised that his daughter was the one who had came to her aid. He was just as surprised as her it seemed when Hela first appeared.
The giantess hasn't said much about her relationship with her father but she was aware of the mythology that until recently were just stories. That counted for something even if everything within was wrong. She looked up at Loki for the briefest of seconds before her door was opened and the long shadow of Hela stretched in the light. She blinked lazily as she turned her head in the woman's direction, the pain killers she had taken for her injuries previous to Loki's appearance had begun to take effect. She removed her hands from around the Trickster and stepped away slightly out of respect for his daughter. Dom even had a small smile of welcome upon her face. Her life had been saved by the woman after all. She knew when to show gratitude and be polite.
She listened to the pair and looked down to the ground for a moment. Her father was in the infamous asylum of Gotham City and here she was daily without visits or whatnot. Carmine was a bastard but he didn't turn his back on her once her mother had died. It had been his wandering eye that caused her to even be present in the world. But she knew what it felt to want that father in her life and the pain of let downs by the parent. Dominique raised her head and furrowed her brows when he spoke of needing to leave.
"But-" She had started to speak before another person, a male walked within the room. Her lips parted as she looked at Loki and to Hela before she relaxed somewhat, partly due to the chemicals. He bowed before the man beside her and what happened next completely caught the woman off guard.
Many things had happened over the course if the night that Dominique had never expected. The man in front of her changed from a human to that of a giant wolf with no hesitation. Her eyes widened tremendously, her lips opened fully. She looked just as surprised as she did when she witnessed Hela turn a man to dust. Her mouth made several moments before her eyes rolled to the back of her head and body fell into Loki.
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Do you fear death?
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Post by Hela on Mar 7, 2013 9:49:20 GMT -5
[style=margin-top: 230px; margin-left: 0px; border: none; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 240px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify; background-color: #0f0f0f; color: white;filter: alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity: .50; opacity:.80;] Hela gazed upon her father for a long moment. In an instant all the memories that she had been worried about losing rushed back to her. She remembered everything, she always had. Then his cold words came and she took in a sharp breath. To be denied was not even an option as far as she thought. She thought she would be accepted or have to attack her father, no other options, but this. This stung worse than any sword could. It struck straight to her core where all her fears and insecurities lay. She swallowed hard and took a sort of sad half step forward, her face pleading.
Behind her mask the mask of her helm her eyes were white to hide which was the dead looking one. You could see them move though. They moved to look at Dom, begging her to do something but she knew there was nothing the Midgardian woman could do. Then any hope she had at a happy reunion with her father was dashed. An unfamiliar face moved into the room at which Hela turned to face and nearly drew her sword. He moved forward cooly though, straight to Loki and knelt. "F---Fenris?" She asked softly. She let out a sort of half ragged breath and her clothing reverted to what she had worn earlier. She had lost. Hela loved her father, she had risked what little freedom she had in saving him from Asgard, but now. Now, he had the most loyal of his children at his feet and Hela was at a loss for words.
There were so many things she wanted to do, wanted to say, wanted to experience along side her father. He didn't have time for a child who would spend most of her existence questioning why things worked instead of just accepting that they did. She leaned on the wall a bit for support as her knees felt that they might stop working. She saw Dom fall limp and her brow knit in concern. She took a deep breath and moved forward, "Loki, I know you wish to leave and I will not attempt to stop you. Please, answer one question for me, your daughter. When I was taken from you as a child... Did you know it would happen?" Certain things ran true among beings of sentient intelligence throughout the cosmos, fathers loved their sons. Hela had always been a sort of 'daddy's' girl, because he was all she had. She needed the answer to this question or she might not ever be able to rest.
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Ice in my Veins, Blood in my Eyes.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Mar 25, 2013 19:16:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down It had been a lot to take in, even for the elder god in the room. His daughter had saved the human he was falling so hard for and now one of his two trapped sons was free and here. Right here with him. The influx of emotion was over whelming he wanted to laugh and yet cry at the same time. There had been nothing he could have done to save them from their fate. Regardless of knowing helas, Loki fought readers less and rather over powered.
What of jormugandr, what I his other child, had either of them held word from him. Loki's own overwhelming emotion was evident in his even as he swiftly caught and lifted Dom's collapsed form into his arms. However the hold of the cube's power over him held its sway regardless. He could fight it for the time being, but not for long. Not when the focus of the two powers were radically different.
Loki had forgotten just how frail humans really were. They held no weight, so easily over powered by their own minds. He continued to cradle her unconscious form. She was so vulnerable, so helpless even in her own world. Today's events were clear evidence of that.
Loki looked from Dom to Hela then to Fenris. "any word of jormugandr?" his voice wavered for a moment. It was only to be expected given the sudden reunion. Though he expected nothing from it. Loki looked towards fenris, his question was that of simple answer, "protect this mortal, an your sister" his livid green eyes flashed to look at hela, such a cruel thing to answer form a sore part in long ago past. "I knew, but you must understand I was powerless against Odin and the Einherjar. I fought until I could not-I " Loki was cut off in his words, he was wasting time. His eyes washed blue from the overbearing influence of the cube. He was simply unable to fight it any longer. His entire demeanor changed almost instantly.
Loki's now tense form walked over towards Dominique's bed. Laying her down upon it before turning sharply to his children. " do not make further t to find or follow me" his tone was firm, bearing the importance of his warning. His logical mind wanted his children to not be involved in this.
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"There comes Fenris twin, His jaws are open wide..."
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Post by Fenris Lokison on Apr 8, 2013 6:28:55 GMT -5
It had been quite some time since he had lay eyes on his father, and now that he had, he was seeing a great many things at once; a human midgardian, passed out in the arms of the chaotic God, and the form of his younger sister, someone he hadn't expected to confront - not now, at least. But the conversation had taken quite unusual turns. Loki's discussion with Hela was certainly emotionally charged, and he knew all too well - the God's above his father in the heirarchy had no care as to what was right by his children. So long as the mischief maker suffered for the crimes they held against him.
"No, father, no word. Odin has had me tied to the gates of Hel for so long, I would still be there now had Karnilla not become involved. She set me free and set me here, to finally find you."
Such odd luck - perhaps this was his time to help, to bring Ragnarock like the tales had always told; he may have been locked away, but Fenris knew what it was Odin always feared. Odin feared the end of his reign, and the end of his most beloved son. He feared the loss of Balder, and the end at the jaws of the world eater, at the command of the child he always put second. Odin knew, better than anyone, Loki was not to really be trifled with, and Fenris would assure that he was much the same.
But there was something wrong, for now - he had noted the blue of his eyes, and he could sense it. Despite the lack of physical link for such a time, Fenris always believed, was always sure of an emotional bond. He was certain that, in what sleep he could achieve, he could see his father, hear him, watching over him, telling him great things of a better future. In his dreams, Loki taught Fenris of the world, and of the things they would soon accomplish - this was not that Loki, not the one who wanted Ragnarock. This was a Loki controlled by something else.
As he watched his father, he approached Hela, giving her hand a reassuring nuzzle - his sister, he would keep her safe, as he had always intended. For their crimes against her, Fenris would make sure the Gods suffered for those, too. His family, though somewhat broken and torn from him, still meant worlds to the half-Asgardian, half-Jotun. Enough so that he would fight to the very tooth and claw just to be assured they were safe. That was why Loki's current state of mind concerned him so much.
"Father...You cannot leave, not yet...Something...Something is not right with you, father. Something is clouding your mind, I can feel it. Please, father, stay, if not for a little while longer - all we wish for as is that we are able to see you, stay with you, before they take you from us again...Or try to...I won't allow it to happen a second time...I will keep you, and Hela safe from them - I will kill all of Asgard if I have to! Please...Do not go yet..."
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Apr 16, 2013 9:52:42 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down
Loki paused for a moment after he turned to leave. He was not sure even why. The Demi god knew he had other things, more pressing thing then the matters of family to attend to. What was he thinking, this was a moment he would have given anything for. Anything to be with at least one of his children again and now here he was trying to make himself scarce. Though Fenris knew something was not right. That something was indeed off about his father.
This man that stood before him now was not the man he once was. A far cry from the father he was in the dreams of his eldest. The guiding hand that he so needed to be and he was letting himself be controlled by another, no matter how much Loki fought it. He only thought it was under his control, indeed it did only serve one master. Yet another knew how to manipulate him. How to take his mind and turn it against him. Loki's mind was far too stretched thin to fight back against it for much longer productively.
Loki knew something was coming, he could feel it. Knowing that Thanos would make his move, The Other as well.
"You will Stay out of this, and protect them, even from my self if need be. This is not something I will allow either of you involved in. Stay with the Mortal" He spoke finally, his voice firm as ever. He knew it had to be done, as much as it pained him to do so. Loki would not put them in danger of being used against him.
These beings would do just that, if given the chance.
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Do you fear death?
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Post by Hela on Apr 16, 2013 22:46:45 GMT -5
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She sighed at the blind loyalty of her brother. Her hand pulled away from his warm affection at first but it moved to rest on him. "Brother, you are too hopeful. Our father does not desire to be with us. He has things more important than his children. His flesh and his blood. The dead don't lie and his selfishness echoes through all nine realms. I had hoped it would change though." Hela was bitter, always... perpetually. Everyone she had been close to had hurt her, made her angry, left her alone. Alone to wither and die, no one expected her to blossom.
"I grew without protection of a father, or brother. I will continue to do so." She moved toward the door to leave the room, done with talking to her family right now, "I do not think you have authority of either of us father. You forfeited that when you allowed us to be taken and didn't come for us." She murmured in a tone that could freeze water. Hela was done here, she had her answer and it wasn't what she wanted. To be denied his affection after lifetimes of wanting nothing more to feel the love of a father once more. There was no love in his eyes for his children, only cold, blue, empty voids where his eyes should have been.
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Post by Fenris Lokison on Apr 17, 2013 3:34:21 GMT -5
His heart sank - no, this was not the father who had appeared to him, walking him through the horrific dark of Hel's gates; sleep was the one world where he had not been alone. Now, after so long of waiting, he had been able to cast his true eyes on the form of his father - but it was to no avail. Loki wasn't himself, the man had seemed so keen and eager to finally have his children from the words heard from slumber, but now they were constrewed; they weren't his own. Yet they were orders of concern.
As Hela flinched, he simply continued to lean to her - guilt was something he knew all too well. Fenris was the eldest, he never felt right that his youngest sister was cast to the depths, so close to his presence, and yet so far away. But the Gliepsnipe had been too strong; the metal of the dwarves containing him for all too long. It caused him great frustration day and night, knowing that nearer the fires was his younger sibling. A protective need set upon him, and yet to be torn from the equation so cruelly - because of Odin's will.
And now he was able to do something, and emotion had her prepared to flee - up onto his haunches, Fenris almost lept for the door in order to contain them both - perhaps he couldn't keep his father with them, the sorcerer knew one too many tricks, but he couldn't lose two family members in the same day of finding them. He wasn't about to give up on the pair, not by any stretch of his imagination, nor by free will. They would have to be torn from him once more, and he would rage long before then.
"Sister, please! Do not walk away! Father may not be himself, but you were not the only one cast into the dark - by the gets of Hel I sat for years, an encroaching darkness ever surrounding, with naught but the screams of suffering and the peripheral heat of the scorching flames, knowing you to be not too far away. But Dwarven smithing held me down, and now I am free; I will not lose both you and father in one evening. I cannot stop father from leaving - he has made order. But I cannot lose you as well."
A helpless tonality; Fenris had no wish to strike either to impose his will, and had no intention. All he had were words and hope, hope that one of the two may listen to his reason. Hope was all he had, now, his one tool that he might put into use if he had any dream of trying to hold onto his family - it was slipping away quickly, like a knot undoing to a falling weight. He would have to catch the weight if he wished to protect the knot.
"Please, do not leave me now - not when I might finally do something to protect you both...Father, if you must leave, I cannot keep you here...But I shall not let you go, this is my promise to you. Hela, you suffered the blazes of Hel, alone; I am sorry I was not there then. But I am here now, and no-one will hurt you again, sister. Not when my eyes watch." [/i] [/center][/blockquote]
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on May 10, 2013 13:58:55 GMT -5
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Loki wanted to stop, to plead his case, to explain to her that he did fight, the reason why he never told her. She never asked him, it was not a lie, it was never a lie. However Loki knew that he could not, not right now. Not when it would put them all in harms way. Even from himself.
His future was un predictable. It would have best that he could keep his children at bay for a time longer. If they did not understand and they hated him for it in the end. Better they live in hate, then to die over his lapse of judgment and emotion.
Her words hurt, they cut deeper then any knife, but he knew what was needed. He would let her go. "If she will blame us for situations we had no control over then so be it.
If You wish to remain blinded by the lies of the damned and the dead who were sent by my hands that is your own prerogative. But I will Say This Hela, you are truly foolish to think that I sat by idly, and allowed it to all happen. "
Fenris was correct, Loki was far from himself, clarity was few and far between. He was losing himself in this monster. The elder god watched the space in front of him, still not looking at either of his children. He was missing one. Perhaps the most logical of his children.
Loki placed a hand to his head for a moment, it was starting up again. "If you wish to have a civilized conversation about this Hela, perhaps one day we shall. His tone was calm and even. Loki knew he may not know any of them by the end of this.
"Fenris, I meant every word spoken protect her, from everything. Even if its me" The Demi-god did not wait for a response from either, he simply vanished.
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