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a marvel/dc roleplay
the trickster and the moon
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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 Oct 17, 2012 0:44:29 GMT -5
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Her eyes flicked open, it had been ten minutes since she had last seen the blaring red lights that displayed the time. She rolled her body to her right as she pulled one of the multiple pillows towards her body, her leg wrapped around it in order to find some type of comfort. Her lids remained closed for a few moments until she opened them once more for her to stare begrudgingly at the door to her bathroom. Dominique was exhausted however her mind couldn't seem to want to rest. There were too many things that had happened recently which involved her being placed higher on the list of surveillance of SHIELD.
She had been the the small spark to start the fuse for the agency's downfall. She was seized by the mutant named Northstar that night of the Angeles Ball. She had needed to gain their attention, the eyes of the watchdogs. It had been in her favor, the handsome man who had caught her eye was all she had needed as she learned after she decided to pursue that he was Loki Laufeyson, the very demi-god who had attempted to take over New York and subsequently the human race. She had only heard the name through conversation with her paid informant, Malaki Amherst, after the worlds had merged. But that had been months ago, she hadn't thought of much of the whole event as she hadn't the time to worry. She was focused on Gotham and took advantage of the Batman's attention being on the new crisis. Sure, she had Robin and team still lurking around from times but it beat the Bat.
She pushed herself up from the soft cushion, her hands ran through her thick tangled locks as her elbows propped themselves up against her thighs, a hand over her mouth while one rested against the back of her skull. Her fingers twirled the strands as she stared at the clock once more. It was her enemy she had decided. With a puff she pushed the covers back and rolled towards the edge of her bed. Her toes touched the cold marble, a phantom yawn hung in her throat. She grabbed the black yoga pants that were draped on her mattress and pulled them on as she straightened the hem of her tank top, a hand touched her bare stomach. She brought her hands in front of her as she stretched them forward and then over her head. Dominique shook her head as trails of her straight, for once, hair danced against the curve of her back. Her face held an expression of displeasure. She really would like to sleep. Even when she consumed pain killers Dom would awake throughout the night.
It was the nightmares. She moved out of her bedroom, light on her feet, as she walked down the winding staircase, her destination the kitchen. Gotham's Princess cleared her throat as she passed through the main foyer of the manor, her fingers brushed against the thick wood of the piano. Perhaps this was to be a night she got fucked up and played for hours? She really did enjoy that. Her tongue swiveled against the roof of her mouth as she thought of water. The woman had done some drinking earlier in the day and now her body craved hydration. A finger came up to rub her eye as she was now at the entrance of her destination, her hand flicked the light switch on and the light blinded her. She blinked a few times as she looked around the room before she stepped inside. Her brow was furrowed for but a moment, her body suddenly getting a set of chills.
Her hand touched the smooth granite of the black counters her father had installed years ago, before Dominique ever passed through the doors. She pulled a glass from the drawer, removing the Brita system from the inside of her refrigerator. She loved this room. Behind her was the large island that had a stove near the right with a variety of metal pans that hung above it. The decor was black against dark cherry wood frame. There was open space with tables and chairs, random decor and large windows. She did love large windows. She raised the glass to her lips and took a small gulp. Bright eyes looked down to the top right cabinet as she slid it open and removed the little bottle that concealed multiple pain pills. Get fucked up and play the piano it was.
She smirked and turned her body around with both hands full. Though her hands released both the items immediately. Her lungs quickly took a deep breath, the woman had clearly been startled. The glass shattered on the ground, the water splashed against the marble, her toes, and the bottom of her pant legs. Instinctively she had taken a step backwards, her right hand on top of the the drawer that concealed a weapon. Though she stopped after the initial shock wore off. Her lips shut tightly as her head bowed down. Was he here to kill her? Her gaze drifted down to the item upon his lap. The bright blue glow of it as it sat underneath very deadly, slightly curved blade. She exhaled slowly as her posture straightened out, she was attempting to remain calm though she felt the small twitch of fear within her spark. She inhaled once more and cleared her throat, her frozen gaze looks back to his own pair of bright green.
"Had I known I was going to have a visitor I'd have dressed for the occasion. You shouldn't be here. After... everything I'm on the watch list, the last thing I want to happen is they storm in here and make a scene." Though the force was regrouping after Angeles' plan of depowerment, it was unwise to believe they didn't have tabs on those they could find. It was Bane who had freed her, not authority. Bane was apart of her plan for Gotham. Her heart sped up but fear had hardly the reason as to why. Her pupils dilated as a warmth rushed over her body. He was still every bit attractive as the night they danced. His stare was intoxicating and dangerous as it threatened to swallow whole. She breathed out slowly showing no regard for the glass and the potential cuts, she had yet to move. Her gaze moved down to the scepter then back to his eyes once more. "Find what you were looking for?"
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Oct 18, 2012 23:16:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down
He could not help but smirk at the initial shock his sudden appearance had caused. The bottle that fell, the glass that shattered into thousands of tiny jagged fragments. Even the sudden step backwards, away. Her hand on the drawer that no doubt was the housing for some mortal weapon that would do nothing for her protection against him. Should his intentions have bore such malice, but they did not.
There Loki sat atop the black granite topped island, head slightly tilted to the side. His long legs were folded over the top of one another on the counter, one hand rested on his knee while the other held the scepter across his lap. His posture was immaculate. His attire was what it normally was, limited armor, black leather and green fabric.
It was absolutely normal for Loki to pop in placed unannounced and uninvited. Though it was unlikely that where he decided to make his presence known that the people there could do a damn thing to stop him. Well not here. Not on this realm. Her words of concern were amusing at best. It was not like even shield could do anything to prevent him from doing as he pleased. Not any longer, not as long as he had the Scepter in his possession.
Having that one object back was like someone had set liquid fire in his veins. It was a rush, a drug almost. The power was intoxicating, further more controlling. It would not yield until Loki completed his given task. Which he was oh so close to finishing. Now was the hardest trek in the plan. Eliminate the heroes that caused the disturbance in the first place. Return to Asgard, and steal the Infinity Gauntlet.
"They are in such a disarray they will not be of bother. For now. " He did not understand the worry, the agents had plenty of other thing to watch rather then her. Though one could never be so sure. "If they did decide to make such a brash move, I would merely slaughter them."
Loki Glanced down at the weapon in his lap as she spoke about it, "That Fool Angeles though the Idea of telling me its location was a brilliant idea. Regardless I would have found it. It is an Odd thing to have such a strong connection to something so inanimate. Loki was more or less speaking his thoughts out loud for the moment. As it was the cube itself that powered the weapon. It was that connection to knowing the nigh-omnipotence object so intimately. The Cube held the power to re-write the very fabric of reality, complete anything its master wished.
An Loki was the being of the time that could wield its power properly. Though it was on Asgard, and the power could not fully feed across Yggdrasil. What did cross was more then enough to leech into the fiber of his being again, albeit was a slower progression then before. Right now he was still very much Loki, soon his focus would become but tunneled, as the Cosmic cubes power took a tighter hold.
"And how, pray tell did you manage an escape?" Loki asked idly as he twisted his wrist and fingers, causing the glass and water to vanish from the floor. Such a mess was not needed.
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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 Oct 19, 2012 15:44:55 GMT -5
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Dominique wasn't a fan of surprises nor did she appreciate in them when she was sleep deprived. Though he was attractive that smirk caused Dom to clench her jaw, it's muscles moved ever so slightly under the flesh. Her tongue glided across her bottom teeth as she relaxed. Memory served her correctly, he could stop her heart without moving if he so willed. She wouldn't get to be snide or rude with him the way she was with those around her. She wasn't able to mock him with the reminder of power she had as she could Malaki Amherst. She was, for one of the first times, silent and humble as she needed to be.
"They are in such a disarray they will not be of bother. For now. " He did not understand the worry, the agents had plenty of other thing to watch rather then her. Though one could never be so sure. "If they did decide to make such a brash move, I would merely slaughter them."
There was doubt they'd actually be out there, watching such a minor figure while there were others out there capable of destruction with the slightest of things. But with like every other government type even the smallest of person with not much threat could be on the radar. Dominique was a major player in Gotham and smaller parts of the East Coast, it would be ridiculous to think her family's connections never ventured out past her hometown. Her hand come up to tuck strands of her dark hair behind her right ear, her gaze focused on Loki, tiers parted slightly. He'd kill them if they happened to invade their meeting. That made her smile when others should look mortified. The God had elected to dance with her at the ball when he could have passed and he had even voiced he should have waited to kill the agent while they were dancing. Perhaps it was foolish of her to assume he actually enjoyed their time spent but she was only human as well as female.
"That Fool Angeles though the Idea of telling me its location was a brilliant idea. Regardless I would have found it. It is an Odd thing to have such a strong connection to something so inanimate.
"He was desperate. I was slightly surprised I received a phone call in the middle of the night to meet with him. Apparently a spot was made vacant," She spoke as her arms cross her over chest, her gaze drifted down to the weapon. "Looks scary," She said as she looked back at him. That blade looked so unforgiving, so murderous. She hadn't a clue about it or what it was capable given their worlds were separate during the time in which Loki held it previously. "What can it do?" She asked with her curiosity peaked.
"And how, pray tell did you manage an escape?" She watched as his long fingers moved fluidly as she bowed her head down to see the mess had disappeared. That was handy.If only she could do that after a body dropped to the floor. She bent down a retrieved the pill bottle as she set it on the counter behind her, her bright eyes back upon the God. The mutant, Northstar, had been the one to grab her from the ball.
"Bane." She said before she turned back to the cabinet, her back to Loki, to retrieve another glass. It was the night that followed the phone call did she reach out to the man. They needed on another and Bane realized that. Though Loki had no idea who she was, she assumed, she was a powerful force in the underworld. Her connections were limitless, she was ruthless in taking what she wanted no matter what lives were lost in between. It was her luck she was a small, attractive woman-- it played to her innocence. Their alliance was the very reason when Dom had appeared from behind the bar with Eve to stand directly in front of Bane (thanks to her terrible timing) and was able to walk away without a scratch.
"After Bane took care of Bradley and Vaughn, who did you have?" She poured more water into the cup and then replaced it back into the fridge. She turned while she took a sip, the water refreshing as it glided down her throat. "Everything went as planned. I was counting on being taken in, how else would the agents be in the areas needed?" She asked as she raised an eyebrow. She set the glass down with a small clink. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to put on a shirt. Make yourself at home." She said as she gave the smallest of smiles and started her walk from the kitchen. She had been too tired to remove her jewelry, the necklace and earrings were from her attire previous in the night. She had been sleeping in her underwear as a thought drifted to her mind of how long he had been in her home.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Oct 20, 2012 22:52:21 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down
Fear, It never failed to make the wolf in the dark seem bigger, more vicious then it was before. Loki lifted the weapon up slightly, letting the light catch where it needed. It looked scary? Nay, it was not, just foreign, and mortals were known to fear that which they did not understand. Though what it could do, well, was not exactly quite so foreign in most aspects, save for its connection to the cube, and perpetuating his own addiction to its controlling power.
"The scepter, it is an interesting bit of technology from a realm not of Yggdrasil. It was given to me by those who seek the power of the cube, or rather my ability to harness it. It changes length, draws from the cube itself, as well as the most important thing. It can penetrate Uru. " He paused for a moment, realizing that she was more then likely to not know what Uru even was.
"Uru is a highly resistant breed of Asgardian steel, Similar to Vibranium. Its what Thor and my own armor is made from. Though it, whatever it is composed of can penetrate it. " Hopefully that was a satisfactory enough of an answer. There were still aspects he was unaware of, that he would not know about. That as long as he possessed it. Would but allows those shadowed figures he worked for to control him to an extent.
Dom's answer made sense, the mortal leviathan known as Bane. A most interesting mortal, with seemed almost a power akin to the warrior Skurge. Though he cocked his head to the side like a cat would displaying its curious nature. The contraptions these mortals used were a bit, strange. Still even though he had seen it before It was still a most fascinating thing. The lengths they would go to use their technology for simple things. It seemed a waste.
"Thor, shortly before his arrival, Stark. Though none of them would have been that much of a thread had he not showed up at a most convenient time." But that was Thor, he always showed up when the time was slowly turning to Loki's favor to twist the tide of battle.
Loki gave a curt nod to her, acknowledging that she was leaving the room for a moment or two. Though he probably would not move from his spot on the counter top.
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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 Oct 22, 2012 21:20:29 GMT -5
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The light from above shown brightly as it reflected off the slightly curved blade. It looked to be a handy weapon. It had length which was good for combat, he could keep attackers at bay while he conjured some type of magic to kill them in their tracks. Her ever curious eyes looked it over, almost taking in every single detail she could see. The ancient gold tarnished against the ends and in various spots through the staff. Her eyes came to the dull glowing blue. The swirls of colors as the magic swam around inside. It look beautiful, that glow, her eyes transfixed on it for a moment longer. Even in it's sleeping state the mystics radiated off it which could very well be what caused people to be drawn to it. Her eyes ran up the length of the curved knife, it's silver point caused dread to slowly creep itself inside. To prick her finger upon the spindle. It looked like death's high technology deathsythe.
"The scepter, it is an interesting bit of technology from a realm not of Yggdrasil. It was given to me by those who seek the power of the cube, or rather my ability to harness it. It changes length, draws from the cube itself, as well as the most important thing. It can penetrate Uru. Dominique was sure her face had contorted into a look of confusion. Dominique was an intelligent woman but she wouldn't pretend to know what the hell he was talking about. "Uru is a highly resistant breed of Asgardian steel, Similar to Vibranium. Its what Thor and my own armor is made from. Though it, whatever it is composed of can penetrate it. " Her lips drew together as her brows relaxed, that she could understand. Though she did enjoy when he spoke, his accent was smooth music to her ears.
"That I can understand," She spoke as her mind trailed off, her head looked to the side as a look of dismissive realization, "I should get a car made out of that," She looked back at Loki with her brows furrowed, "Can you make a car?" Her tone with light, her serious side not there at all. She was curious. If the shell of the car as well as the pipes and engine and every little bit was made with this uru substance then she'd never have to worry about dying in any type of car incident. Her thoughts about death weren't that of fear, only the torture of the minutes, hours, weeks, she felt she'll receive. It's what she sees every time her brain is warped by the fear toxin, it what she has come to fear most.
Dom raised an eyebrow at his curious tilt of his head. What was he thinking? She looked at him for a moment longer, he was fucking pretty, the way his eyes seemed to glow a dim green. She took the time while walking through the den, froyer, and to the staircase regaining her breathing. Dominique has in a bit of panic the further she was away from the kitchen. She had been around humans before, normal and extreme, without so much as sweating. They could be killed. Here sat a God in her kitchen, perched upon the counter. Her hand gripped the bannister as her toes touched each step lightly.
But Loki wasn't just the run of the mill God who comes to Earth to protect it and make it thrive. He was the God of Lies, of Mischief, and Dominique had gotten his attention. Nothing inside of her house, probably the entire Earth, would be able to kill him. He could do as he pleased with her, with anyone and they'd be powerless to stop it. Small chills erupted against her sunkissed skin as she moved from the top of the stair and down the long hallways. Rooms were empty, tales of the previous owners practically wiped away save a picture of herself, Carmine, and her half-siblings. Just one. It was all the reminder she needed about family and loyalty. As much as she loathed the Roman, she still wanted his approval as far as what she's done.
She crossed the doorway to her room and moves towards the black drawers of her dresser. The room is vast in size with a large bathroom and closet to boot. She pulled a black long sleeve shirt from the drawer and placed it upon the top of the object while she removed the see through top and threw it upon her bed for later when her mind decided it was time to rest. She slipped the fabric over her head. She glanced at herself in the mirror as sucked her cheeks in slightly, she moved towards the door and back into the hallway.
It would be foolish for there not to be the slightly inkling of fear inside of her. It was human nature when the shark had bigger teeth to be cautious. She was well aware of the mythology that was inspired, if not directly caused, by the mischievous god down below. She hadn't an idea what all he was truly capable of due to the fact that until a few months ago Dom believed he to be just a image of mythology. Malaki had come to the mob princess after he was brought up to speed himself on what had happened in the seperate world. Needless to say she was at a loss for words and the night of the ball she had thought back to many of occasions. Though he was dangerous, Dominique wanted to know him. It was her damned curiosity that had gotten the better of her rather than remembering the saying about how it killed the cat. As she moved through the lower areas of the house her fingers flicked the light switch on in the main room. She moved on to the kitchen as she leaned against the door frame, her hands over her chest, a bare foot crossed over the other.
"Right where I left you," She smirked slighty, "Come on, my kitchen isn't that interesting for us to stay in." With that Dom turned and walked back into the main living quarters. It was fitted with a large black piano, various vases of red roses were upon the tables next to the large windows. Sheer white fabric hung freely down to the floor against them, the french doors locked. She moved to the bar and poured herself a glass of gin as she took a sip of the hot liquid and moved to the windows to open some of the drapes. She looked up at the sky for a moment to see the crescent light of the moon. She turned around once more as she took another swig of the drink and placed it on the top of the piano.
"This is a piano, it makes music. Forgive me, I'm not too positive what Asgard has and I can only imagine our things are odd to you," She spoke as she sat down upon the bench, a hand patting the seat next to her. "I can show you," Her voice sincere as she tucked strands of her hair behind her pierced ears. "What brings you to Gotham?" She asked as she finished the glass and replaced it on the musical instrument.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Oct 28, 2012 0:19:32 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down
Loki Laughed slightly at the notion of making one of the mortal horseless carriages out of it. "Uru cannot be changed by magic, It has to be forged. I could not conjure the metal If I wished to. " Of course that was of no consequence. He could just blast his way through anything here on this realm.
It was a nice change of pace. The freedom to do what he wished, no chains, no dark cell. Just freedom. Loki merely glanced up at the ceiling. Hearing the light movements, the scrape of the wood against the metal in the dresser. Small noises that humans would not here at the distance he was away from it. The footsteps on the other hand, others could hear.
The lithe god merely looked over at her when she walked back into the room. Though his reaction of grasp tightening on the weapon, every muscle drawing tight in prep and the a surge of power swelled in a blue light for a moment then it faded. It was merely instinct, paranoia, A reflex. As anyone could easily have hidden from him, shape shifted or intruded.
Loki slid off the counter, careful not to make too much noise as the bottom of his boots touched the tile. A total drop from the counter may have broken the support of the floor or dropped him through it. It was a different sort of walking on egg shells. Though the kitchen was not totally uninteresting. It was not the focus.
He watched and followed as she walked through the main room. There was a slight smirk on his face when she commented about the piano, his eyes darted to the door for a moment as he placed a hand on the frame of the black piano. Alot of your realms' instruments are the same as our own. I have never been on to play them as it was thought below royalty. But yes, most are extremely odd.
However he was slightly embarrassed that he had to decline the offer to share a seat. Loki highly doubted that it would be able to support his weight alone, let alone the two of them. Regardless, Loki moved to stand beside the bench " You"
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Oct 29, 2012 1:38:26 GMT -5
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So she couldn't have a car made of a god metal that was indestructible? She'll settle for the God in green instead, no skin off of her nose. It was nice to have a man, a God, in her presence rather than the lack of man that was the Joker. He had been here in her house only a week previously. Apparently he had felt the need to introduce himself officially given the lack of meeting instigated by Dominique Falcone. Word of her alliance with Bane had gotten through the circuits of the underworld. She threatened the Joker's place on the throne of Gotham and he couldn't have that. It was by luck she walked away without a set of scars on her cheeks. The gruesome image flashed in her mind before she pushed it away. The last thing she needed was a mental break and she was reduced to a puddle of screams, tears, and hallucinogenics. Much like the ball.
She was on her toes ever more when his hand tightened against the handle of the scepter. The beautiful blue glow of the weapon light up, the magics bounced against the container in which contained it. Dominique's jaw clenched ever so slightly as she remained silent but kept her eyes ever watchful upon him. It was only Dom and Loki in her house, as far as she knew, with various men stationed out front. She had half a mind to abandon this place entirely and remain hidden given her break in. The last thing she wanted was the Joker, or worse, come into her home. Loki, she did not mind his appearance though some would consider this worse. She walked on the logic of their dance and her lack of death as points in her favor. If he wanted her dead, she'd have dropped on the dance floor.
She looked at the black vase that held the deepest of red roses. She loved this room out of all others. It held the piano, the bar, television with surround sound speakers hooked to the system. The furniture was all black plush leather that a person sunk into comfortable in an instant. The three large windows, the french doors that led to her large office. It was here she relaxed, it was here she would sit making phone calls, watched the news, she did more business here than in the office that once belonged to her father. The german shepherds were in the large backyard up to something or another, probably burying their toys. Malaki had often asked if she was lonely in a large house with no one. In truth, Dom craved the relaxing quiet of her home despite her line of work. It was on this very couch she sweated her nightmares out.
"Alot of your realms' instruments are the same as our own. I have never been one to play them as it was thought below royalty. But yes, most are extremely odd."
And here she sat offering to teach him, a God, piano. Her eyebrows furrowed. That was, in all honesty, stupid. "How can something so beautiful be below anyone, God or not?" She looked at the keys, they had so much potential to induce the most intense of feelings. Her fingers touched them lightly as she played taking not his lack of joining but saying nothing. Shy tonight? It was a beautiful melody, an original piece. She stopped and looked up at him with a small set smile.
"You." Her face dropped and she turned facing the piano once more. Dominique felt her cheeks redden, she had gained the attention of a god. She felt a swirl of emotions course through her; excitement, fear, delight, warmth, curiosity. She licked her lips before she looked back up at him.
"I like that answer," She nodded slowly, "A lot." She had hoped to see him again. His voice was her favorite thing about him. The accent was sweet music to her ears, and dear god was he attractive. Perk of a god. She felt nerves itch into her throat. "I'm a little shocked I brought you here. A human to a God..." She ran her fingers through the front of her hair, sweeping it back and out of her face. She rose from the bench, grabbing the glass as she headed to the bar to prepare one last drink. Her nerves were on edge. She finished the glass and moved back over to Loki, she took a sip and set it on the bench before she sat on the couch. She brought her legs up as she sat there, her eyes on the God of Lies, something she remembered first and foremost. Was she to trust anything he said?
"What can I do for you, Loki?"
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Nov 10, 2012 5:45:35 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down
He could understand her sentiment about the piano, understanding as well as to why there were never taught such a thing as an instrument. "It would not benefit in battle, thus a waste of time" How was something like that to help if the realm they were sworn to protect since able to fight in battle. It would not, thus it was left for lesser of citizens, bards.
Though, how poor Loki wielded cold weapons such as swords and axes was something that was frowned upon in another manner entirely. Supposedly Frost Giants were the only being that could rival and surpass the strength of an Aseir. An Loki fell well below both bars of physical strength. Perhaps Odin had hoped because of his lineage, that Loki would be stronger then Thor. That had never been the case.
His area of expertise in weaponry was at a distance, whips, pole arms, throwing knives. Weapons that required for thought before laying a single strike, not brutish swinging this way or that. However, even more so then that, the Demi-god was skilled at sorcery, surpassing even the most skilled of mages on Asgard in his younger years.
A natural talent that was for the affinity of the one element that perhaps all Aseir feared most, water. As its forms were hard to control and more deadly then a raging inferno. What it took eons for other to master, Loki had in mere years.
But like everything else he accomplished that was incredible in the field of battle, he was ever in the shadow of Thor, regardless if it was his magic that let them escape and win. Some whispered that it was cowardice. That it was not honorable for one to deceive an opponent in battle. Was that not the point of it? To be smarter then one's adversary in mind and body?
Loki knew why they spoke such words, it was out of fear, they were afraid of what they did not, rather could not understand. He used to pity them for it in his youth, but no longer. His display of might upon the bifrost that night, freezing pure energy, must have gotten around. As per his imprisonment, he was stripped of his abilities for the time being. Though Loop holes were ever present.
And Loki would always exploit them.
Loki let his head fall to the side for a moment or two when she turned from him. Had his words or rather word caused embarrassment? It was slightly humorous. The demi-god shook his head lightly.
He watched Dom rise from the small seat that was in front of the black piano walking once again to the bar at the side. He stepped back with one boot to turn slightly to the side as to not me so much in the way. She was truly something else then most human's had seemed to him.
There was something creeping below the surface of her thoughts, Loki couldn't quite put a finger on it. Something lingered in her voice that maybe she was not aware of, sorrow, possibly fear, masked unconsciously. He knew such a mask. It was one he held onto and put up himself for so long. Though no longer.
The god was well aware of what the particular drink did to mortals, as it was just a small form of the drinks of kindred nature that were on Asgard. Mortals were so easy to read, Was she nervous or just frightened? Constantly placing objects between them, or something to focus on. The piano for one. The bar, Now the couch she sat upon legs pulled up, creating yet another barrier. He was slightly snapped from his thoughts when she asked the all too important question however.
"That night at the ball, You did not run like the rest of your kind when I started after shield, Why?" His question was simple, its answer would let him know if he was making the right choice or not in returning here. He was not one just to be used, in fact it provoked his anger when he was.
After he spoke, Loki changed hands he was holding the tarnished weapon in, rolling off and around the back of his hand several times before willing the scepter to vanish after the third pass before it fell back to his palm from Centrifugal force in a dim glow of gold light.
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Nov 16, 2012 2:03:07 GMT -5
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"It would not benefit in battle, thus a waste of time" She nodded slightly as her eyes broke down to the floor. He was a God, he must have seen numerous battles, tales in history talk of the wars between Gods. She merely returned her gaze up to him, her lips slightly settled in a smile. She understood what he was saying, it did make sense to her. It's how royalty acted and still did in certain parts of the world.
He watched her, Dominique could feel his gaze follow her as she moved throughout the house. Perhaps she was a bit unsettled. The last time she had a person appear in her house without prior knowledge it was the bastard devil that was The Joker. There was still the hole in her couch from where he sank his knife in, Dominique had been too distracted, too preoccupied with things to get it fixed or to buy a whole new couch. Though she felt he meant no harm it was a bit different now to be around him, alone, then when they were in attendance at the ball. It was that moment when you knew you were outmatched in every way but something said stand your ground. But there was something about knowing he was watching her that caused a delight of some sorts. The eye of a God turned upon her, she wasn't lying when she said she liked it.
"That night at the ball, You did not run like the rest of your kind when I started after shield, Why?" Her legs came down to sit with them underneath her body, her torso leaned into the couch as she extended her hand to offer him a place to sit once more. She watched the weapon move against his hands before it disappeared altogether. She relaxed a bit, the sight of something that deadly did emote a bit of fear within her.
Dom licked her lips as she moved her head slightly to send the locks of brunette hair away from her face. She inhaled lightly and looked at him for a few moments. He was as much alluring standing there tonight as he was the night of the ball. His attire was different, the green in his clothing caused his eyes to stand out that much more. The black was Dominique's choice color to wear. Her legs moved once more to extend upon the couch, her right arm brought up behind her head propping it up while her left hand rested against her abdomen. Her right leg was bent at the knee and rested against the back cushion, her left leg laid against the leather. Her head moved to tilt to the right as her tiers parted slightly.
"I suppose I have a lack of self preservation in a way," She spoke as she looked to him, a brow raised ever so slightly. "I guess what you've done doesn't bother me. We've all done things. I walked in and saw you and wanted to know you above all else in the room, more than anyone I've met," She smirked as she moved her head straight forward to look at him. "I have a thing for bad boys. Though I'm wondering what it matters to you, I'm sure you have no problem attracting the eye of any beautiful woman you wanted." She rolled her tongue against the roof of her mouth, her foot flexed and rotated in a half circle then resumed it's place on the couch. "I won't lie to you. SHIELD is a potential problem for me. But I had no idea who you were when I saw you. And just so we're clear, even if you were like me," Meaning human, "I would have approached you. You being you is just..." Her eyes widen for emphasis, "Fucking awesome." She said, amazed that he was a God and was capable of the things she witness at the ball. She wanted to know what all he could do. He was a curious man to her, unlike any she has even encountered before. But that was just the thing, he was a God, no mere man. And it was that that made Dominique ever curious to the alluring Loki. She had to force herself to sit there currently and hold conversation as it still blew her mind that Gods actually existed and she was able to dance with one of the highest notoriety. And now here he stood in one of her many rooms in the Falcone Manor.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Nov 26, 2012 21:50:18 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down
Lack of self preservation, it did make sense for the most part. Loki Shrugged slightly, the answer was sufficient enough to slate his curiosity as for the lack of running away. Though however her words, She had no idea as to what he had done. The attack at the ball was little to nothing. In fact what he had done previously was still in the shadow of his attempt to kill the jotuns.
He glanced at the bar for a moment. It looked sturdy enough as he walked in front of it to lean his lower back against it. Granted should he break anything it would not be to terribly hard to fix it. He smirked and looked down for a moment, " Having a thing for the bad ones, can lead to trouble" It was more of a taunt then anything else as he spoke, one could not do any worse then the soon to be God of Evil, not that chaos was any better.
His reputation on Asgard seemed to precede him, granted he could have any mortal, he was not fond of them. An no one in the gilded realm would dare even so much as wish to be in the same room with him any more. Save for one really. It was more that it had been her job, every one else was smart to fear him. Everyone had right to.
Especially the actions he took against his adoptive mother. Though it was Thor's foolish action bringing Loki so close to the Cube. So close that it took hold of his mind again only after the first day of breaking through the defensive magic that drained him of any natural ability. He had lashed out against her, carried away, lost in the moment of anger and rage. It had proved his point that Odin's magic could no longer hold him.
So shield had been the issue for her as well. This was an interesting development indeed. Now he had proven by taking the scepter from them, that the previous lose to them was indeed as he had told Stark, but apart of the plan.
Though his mind stopped short of the planning it seemed as Loki did not understand her language at all. His green eyes narrowed just slightly as a thin brow arched in a look of clear confusion. "I'm.... What?" He clearly did not understand this form of words. Fucking nor Awesome. What ever they were, he could have easily dismissed them like every other thing Stark spewed from his mouth in constant dribble.
"I am not familiar with certain aspects of your language"
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Nov 27, 2012 1:24:55 GMT -5
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Her eyes watched silently as he moved away from her and over towards the bar. The glint in her eye was full of wonder, of caution. It would take her some time to get use to being around such a powerful entity. Humans were easy to intimidate, to order around and to manipulate. She was aware of the Norse legends, the myths that surrounded the Trickster and his brother, Thor. The stories had been around for centuries upon centuries, much longer than Dominique had ever been around. He was interesting, more than anything she's come into contact with. Deadly, dangerous, beautiful though she was sure he was use to just adjectives to describe him. There were the sacrifices and worshiping that took place from the humans centuries ago to appease the Gods, if they even took concern with that.
It was that aspect that held a curious line with her. How far from what was in legend was wrong from what Loki had actually lived? There was a study on the third floor that held books upon books of tales that ranged from Greek, Roman, Norse, everything under the sun. Dominique had an interest in mythology, she had often times been found in the room by her father and other siblings, immersed in reading. It was a way to get out the reality she shared with siblings who hated her. She was illegitimate, a bastard, and there she was in the middle of it all. Her siblings were half forced to accept the new life while they made Dom's life Hell until they dispurst. Two of them dead, and the other in hiding along with Carmine's wife. If she could track them down the Devil in Black would put a bullet through their eyes. They had managed to keep themselves in hiding well enough or she just hadn't been concerned with finding them as much as she could have been. It was a matter for another day. She remained on the couch, stretched and as comfortable as she could be as she looked upon Loki through dark eyes.
" Having a thing for the bad ones, can lead to trouble"
"I'm already trouble," She countered darkly without missing a beat. It was all too true after all. If he were to look up, Loki would see just how serious she was, her eyes held a glint of darkness, of mischief. She was hard to handle for the normal male.
Though the sheer look of confusion was enough to break out into a small smile and even a chuckle. She pushed herself up from the couch as she pulled her lips inward for a moment, her tongue rolled over the top and the bottom as she moved a pillow back on the furniture in it's rightful place. "I'm.... What?" He question and she looked up at him with a small smile.
"It doesn't mean anything bad," She said as she moved behind the couch, her fingers touching the petals of the roses that sat upon the table behind the piece of furniture she had been on previously. A frown tugged at her expression, the ones who kept her home clean had neglected to water, to nourish the beautiful flowers.
"I am not familiar with certain aspects of your language"
"I forget that there might be some words and expressions you aren't aware of," She said as she looked over to him, still pressed against the bar. Dominique crossed the room and opened the door to one of the bathrooms that occupied the first floor. The sound of running water was heard as she came back out with a large glass. "Fucking has two different meanings but the way I spoke it," She said as her profile faced him, her eyes watched as she poured the clear liquid into the vase then moved to the set that was upon the table. "Is just for emphasis. Awesome being another term for... amazing, wonderful, good things obviously," Dom said as she poured the last of it into the vase then looked over at Loki.
"Come with me, I want to show you something which will be followed by questions," She said as the glass remained in her hands. Dominique had every intention of taking him to the room in which his 'history' was documented. The Mob Princess chewed the inside of her right cheek as she stood there for the moment before she turned and put the glass back in the bathroom. She moved to the stairs and began up them when she was sure he would follow. She was so intrigued by him, Loki was a mystery to her. What she knew of him was in the books that were upstairs and here he stood in front of her. "I've always had a fondness for mythology, for religion. My father had a small collection of Roman mythology," She began with a hand upon the banister. "After I moved in, I took it upon myself to expand that collection. You were in a lot of the books I read," He was one she identified with based on her ability to lie and manipulate so easily. She stopped on the second floor as it lead down to various rooms and bedrooms. Dominique turned and looked at him, a look of bewilderment upon her expression. "And now you're here... You're real," She said with a tone that made it obvious that she was still getting use to the notion.
"I'm sorry," She said as she looked down. She shook her head and raised her eyebrow. "This is all so crazy," She said as she looked back up at him, a hand came out to touch his chest. He was very solid, very cold. "You are real." She blinked and exhaled roughly. There were thoughts that he had been a figment, someone she imagined or rather perhaps the toxins or the drugs helped her imagine it. She moved up the second set of stairs to the third floor. The study was the second set of doors on the right. She pushed the double doors open and flicked the light on. The walls were lined with books that ranged in all different type of subjects.
"I guess what I'm wondering, for starters, is what is fact from fiction? If you can even entertain my questions. If there was something else you needed, business and that's why you're here then my apologies for wasting your time," What was he doing to her? Here was Dominique Falcone, the one woman always so calm and composed due to her boredom with all those she came into contact with. Who knew the God of Lies would be the curve ball that threw her off her game for the moment.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Nov 27, 2012 17:43:29 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down
Well he figured that much, it would not have been such a smart move to insult him. It was still an odd term to use. Well odd for Loki. He placed the palm on his hand on the top of the bar as he leaned back on it and watched her disappear into the bathroom for water for the flowers. "Ah" Well that clarified that issue. Regardless, it was not any terms that he would find himself attempting to use in the future.
Loki was far too aware that she would have her own set of questions for him, his nature being just as equally strange to her as her own was to him. He only paused for a moment as she began up the stair case, asking him to follow. His own boots thudded lightly against the floor with each step as he followed her.
The stairs creaking in protest to his weight, which to the average person, probably did not look like much at all. Though his body's cellular structure was far more dense in every aspect then most beings. His outward appearance clearly did not look as though he should weigh barely over 200, when in reality he was twice that.
Though it would be rather embarrassing for Loki should one of the steps give way. Not that he could not instantly fix it. It was just the thought. He could only laugh almost silently at her words. His green eyes glanced down at his chest when she placed her hand there. "It must be very surreal to know that one of the many religions of your realm is in fact more then just a fable"
He was taking this all in stride really, never being one of the more well worshiped of the gods. In fact only ever was when battle was about, Himself an Tyr only were ever prayed to upon those times. One asking for strength in war, the other for foul upon said enemies. Loki arched a brow, when they stopped in a rather small library, well rather small by his standards.
"No, it is quite fine, I have been trying to keep low on my where abouts, If I had need else where I would not have lingered when you answered mine." Yes, it was true, though now it was more curiosity as to what in fact she wanted to know.
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Dec 3, 2012 21:04:38 GMT -5
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She was highly unaware of the wight difference, she knew not that he weight several hundreds more than she. She hadn't noticed his caution from the kitchen to the living room. The way the stairs protested his being upon them caused an eyebrow to raise in curiosity. She could run up and down her flights of stairs for mere exercise if she wanted and never would they make a sound other than stomping from her feet. Though the stairs didn't give her much cause for alarm when the fact there was a God walking up them gained it much more.
"It must be very surreal to know that one of the many religions of your realm is in fact more then just a fable" She remained silent though she stood there for a moment, her eyes cautiously narrowed as her tongue rubbed the inside of her left cheek for the moment. Her lips came together as she just nodded in reply. She kept her eyes on him as she moved away to the other flights of stairs.
"No, it is quite fine, I have been trying to keep low on my where abouts, If I had need else where I would not have lingered when you answered mine." Points in her corner.
She looked to the ground, a smirk on her face before she looked back at him pleased. It was the moment that caused her to feel as if she couldn't breathe. She almost cursed herself outright for dragging him here and asking him stupid questions. She exhaled as she cleared her throat, her right arm came across her stomach as her left elbow perched on her arm. Her hand came to her face for the moment, fingers touched her eyebrows, palm rested against the tip of her nose. She lowered her hand as she looked at him, a smirk on her lips.
"I'm sorry. I'm... not normally like this," She said slowly, her voice light. "It's all surreal," She hadn't expected to see him again though she didn't include that. "I'm going to ask you to come to one more place with me and after that I swear you can sit." She said as her right hand moved to the direction of the double french doors that led to the third floor balcony that extended to the other rooms, one large deck. She looked to him, brought her lips inward, brows flicked. She moved to the doors and opened them both. She moved to the fire pit and turned the knob for the gas heat source before a fire was produced and came to life before them. She tucked strands of hair behind her ears as she looked up at the night sky. Dark, on the verge of snow, stars scattered about. It was Gotham. She looked to her right as the God of Lies and smiled. Dominique moved to the solid couch, one of the many on the balcony, and sat down, waiting for him to come forward.
"Where ever you want to sit, I'll join you," She said with a shy shrug of her shoulders. She wanted to be near him again. Seeing what he had done at the ball and what she went through, she knew he was safe- if he wanted. Security was something she needed and she had decided at the ball that she wanted his company before she knew who he was. Loki had stuck out, a moth to a flame type of deal. The doctors, the lawyers, the heroes who attempted to fight back all looked the same, boring. Eve called her crazy after she had a lunch date with the Amherst twin though Dominique was perfectly sane, though many debated. She was a bit more brutal than needed when it came to murders. She wanted it up close and personal and that was how it was delivered. After all, she only had people killed when they offended her. Not paying or delivering were but two that she considered offensive and most common. All the power of the underworld rested in the petite brunette's hands. Bane was but one of many who she did business with and was currently in good grace for the two. Though she didn't trust him nor did she trust the Joker who declared himself a third party in Bane and Dominique's alliance. He, too, felt an ownership for Gotham though it was she who funded his killing spree years ago.
"We could continue dancing but there is no music," She said with a small smile. "There are no other people here for you to kill so we won't be interrupted." She teased.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Feb 27, 2013 2:03:56 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down
"I imagine it would be , surreal" He spoke lightly, After the events of the ball, how he had just seemed to vanish off the face off the world after it. By no choice of his own, It was nice to be free again, but still not truly. If there was any fear he held in his cold heart it was fear of that loss. Once again to be under the control of another, to be trapped or chained. How his children were treated, an how he failed to do anything for them. Yet again something he had promised himself and it turned into a lie. One never ending vicious cycle.
He knew not for how much longer that his thoughts would be clear and truly his own. Loki knew that this power did nothing but corrupt him, yet there was not a care in the world as to it continuing. It was what he could do with that power, that made it truly worth the mental infection.
With a slight nod of his head, he acknowledged her statement about following yet again, after all this was her house and Loki would linger where she felt the most comfortable. He was not here to cause an issue, or fright. Upon following her from the small library to the balcony. Loki as well took in the nature of the weather and the clarity of the sky. However it was not nearly cold enough for his tastes, but for a mortal. Well he could only fathom that it was. Thus the need for her to start the small fire.
Fire one of the harder elements to control. Only second to water in its many forms. Yet another that he had mastered, with a flourish of his wrist he waved his hand pulling a bit of the fire to it. Knowing that in its smaller form controllable, such as this, but a small thing could be just as devastating. This woman for instance, quite the equivalent to a small flame that becomes a forest fire, burning bright.
And Loki could just as easily snuff them both out, with a mere whim. The color of the flame in his palm changed, from a vivid red, to blue, then it froze in its shape, the element changed from a destructive from to its elegant and equally deadly counter opposite. It was a small twisted ice form, no bigger then a baseball before the Trickster closed his hand and the form vanished without a trace. he was prone to casting small feats of magic for self amusement, though it had always been looked down upon as a skill fit for a coward.
Loki watched the sky for a moment, clearly pleased of the total lack of cloud cover, though they were in the city, it was not as brightly star spotted sky as it should have been. How he had grown so accustomed to seeing them. Though the patterns and clusters were not the same stars in his sky. That was going to take some time to get used to, should he decide to linger on this realm longer, and it was looking as though he may have found a reason. Though he would have never thought a mortal to be the cause.
Once again his green eyes were on her as she moved to on of the couches on the balcony or rather towards it, however a smirk played across his face for a moment at the mentioning of the dance interrupted. " If music truly was that problematic, then you would have offered while we were but still inside. " he spoke as he closed the existing gap between them. If she wanted to dance he would, having no reason himself to deny the offer.
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Mar 7, 2013 10:24:45 GMT -5
Everything was going smoothly surprisingly. But a few months ago she lived her life oblivious to the other world, to fallen gods. Gotham was the issue number one as it had been since her father ruled the throne of the underworld. There were the things that went along with the business such as making threats against others, collecting the 'taxes' that the people under her family's protection, and making good on promises were all but uncommon in the household. She had to worry about The Joker or Black Mask finishing off her heritage so that one less important person in Gotham was accounted for. The head of her table would be vacant and one of the snakes would slither in and pick up the mantle of her family royalties.
The Falcone had been very much attentive to her role in her city until the world's merged. Things changed from that day on and she knew silently there was no going back. She had received that phone call not too long after everyone had settled in, perhaps two months, that tangled her life outside of Gotham. The meeting had been held and a member of the party dead, a mob boss she had heard of but had never taken seriously. If he had bit the bullet earlier she would have been the one there rather than him. But no matter, the ball arrived and there she met the Handsome God before her person. Ever since that night she kept her head a bit more to herself rather than being the cruel, heartless bitch she has built her reputation upon.
She watched quietly with great fascination as within his palm a small fire danced. She knew the feel to be burned and given her years of smoking, feeling the embers of a cherry no longer caused a gross recoil. Fire in it's raw element was a beautiful thing indeed and it's destructive capabilities, it's nature to consume all was what drew in many. Her gaze flicked up to his face then back at the flames. There was no sign of pain and it made Dom all the more envious of the abilities Loki possessed. She liked the story books that told of magic and dragons as a child but to see what she was present for now had her amazed.
The color changed and soon the very molecular structure followed suit. Never in her life had she been able to witness such a thing and now that she had all she wanted to do was reach out and feel if it was real. Even though she had touched his chest to verify the authenticity, it still felt like a day dream. She blinked rapidly after Loki removed the magic display, she hasn't realized just how fixated she had become. Were humans capable of that? She glanced down to his palm and back to the sky. Though he was still considered a God, mythology did state his heritage and Dominique had the slightest clue if Frost Giants were as great in magic as Loki, if at all. She figured humans didn't exactly possess the correct things needed to achieve such a thing.
"Did it hurt at all?" She questioned about any remote pain of the fire that was previously in his palm.
She had her eyes on him just as he had her. The small smirk on his face matched her own and this time it was he who closed the space between them. She listened as his words spilled smoothly from his lips, his accent still danced pleasantly in her ears. She looked down at the lack of space and had but the slightest tiny of pink on her cheeks when she looked back up. Silly girl.
"Maybe I like to dance better out here," She spoke softly with a smile to match. Dom's right hand slid into Loki's as she pressed her lips inward for a second as if to gauge his reaction. She was very much enjoy the moment. "Besides how hard is it to conjure or produce music? Can you actually do that?" She questioned as her left hand came to his torso rather than his arm that she had taken at the ball.
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