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subnautica2016-10-27 12:52 am
mythbuster) wrote in subnautica2016-10-27 12:52 am
a return | action
A: Entrance
[ A boy in a well-worn wetsuit approaches the base, bemusement evident as his gaze sweeps the unfamiliar architecture and looming island landscape. Loki can't help wondering if he took a wrong turn somewhere.
He stops at the base's ground entrance. The ghostly white blob sitting on his head leans down to look at him inquisitively as he knocks on the sturdy metal door. It's doubtful anyone will respond, but it feels like the polite thing to do.
Less politely, he immediately lets himself in. Dripping into the entrance hall, he calls out to no one in particular, with no particular enthusiasm: ]
I'm back...
[ Maybe he'll take a nap... once he finds his room. ]
B: Dining area
[ This is not Loki's room, but there's always time for a snack. Back in his usual black coat and oversized ribbon, Loki lounges at a table and shares an orange with his floating white blob friend. To the spiritually sensitive, it's a sensible enough scene: Loki hands an orange slice to the blob, who happily nibbles it down between stub hands. To the spiritually blind, the slice seems to disappear into thin air after Loki holds it up, and when he starts mumbling it appears as if he's talking to himself. And maybe he is. ]
Were we gone for that long, Ecchan? It's like an alternate universe. Government conspiracy? Bigfoot? El chupacabra? Ha. Ha. Ha...
[ He laughs haltingly at his own private joke and then slumps lamely onto his hand. Nonsense. ]
C. Anywhere!
[ Loki underestimated the extent to which the base has transformed. Once a hopelessly organic but lovable dump of rooms, the base now feels purposed. Organized. Like an institution. It's undoubtedly for the better, yet Loki can't decide if he likes it. Maybe he just needs to sleep on it -- he'll feel better after that nap he's been looking for. He'll consult the next person he comes across in his wanderings, whether they're walking the halls or enjoying themselves in the rec room or, god forbid, swimming in the pool. (No really, why.)
He raises a hand for attention. ]
I have a question.
[ A boy in a well-worn wetsuit approaches the base, bemusement evident as his gaze sweeps the unfamiliar architecture and looming island landscape. Loki can't help wondering if he took a wrong turn somewhere.
He stops at the base's ground entrance. The ghostly white blob sitting on his head leans down to look at him inquisitively as he knocks on the sturdy metal door. It's doubtful anyone will respond, but it feels like the polite thing to do.
Less politely, he immediately lets himself in. Dripping into the entrance hall, he calls out to no one in particular, with no particular enthusiasm: ]
I'm back...
[ Maybe he'll take a nap... once he finds his room. ]
B: Dining area
[ This is not Loki's room, but there's always time for a snack. Back in his usual black coat and oversized ribbon, Loki lounges at a table and shares an orange with his floating white blob friend. To the spiritually sensitive, it's a sensible enough scene: Loki hands an orange slice to the blob, who happily nibbles it down between stub hands. To the spiritually blind, the slice seems to disappear into thin air after Loki holds it up, and when he starts mumbling it appears as if he's talking to himself. And maybe he is. ]
Were we gone for that long, Ecchan? It's like an alternate universe. Government conspiracy? Bigfoot? El chupacabra? Ha. Ha. Ha...
[ He laughs haltingly at his own private joke and then slumps lamely onto his hand. Nonsense. ]
C. Anywhere!
[ Loki underestimated the extent to which the base has transformed. Once a hopelessly organic but lovable dump of rooms, the base now feels purposed. Organized. Like an institution. It's undoubtedly for the better, yet Loki can't decide if he likes it. Maybe he just needs to sleep on it -- he'll feel better after that nap he's been looking for. He'll consult the next person he comes across in his wanderings, whether they're walking the halls or enjoying themselves in the rec room or, god forbid, swimming in the pool. (No really, why.)
He raises a hand for attention. ]
I have a question.
c!
Good for you. A mind is a terrible thing to waste.
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How long has it been like this?
[ He gestures with parted hands to indicate their surroundings. ]
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You mean organized? You can thank my cousin for that, she's an architect and wasn't a fan of the whole hamster ball aesthetic. Why, have you been away or something?
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For a little while. It didn't feel like very long, so I was surprised to return to the base looking so different...
[ Like. It took them months just to muster up the effort to have more than one toilet?? It flies in the face of his expectations, is all. ]
Well, I can't complain. An architect will come in handy. [ And as if remembering that he should probably be more actively social with his fellow crewmates, he adds: ] I'm Loki, by the way.
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magnus is about to tell him that there's also a new island now, in addition to the base rearranging but halts when loki says that his name is, well, loki. it's a common name, he reminds himself. and... normally the god loki doesn't appear as like, ten years old and normal. he's more the suave astral projection shows up in your shitty dreams acting like he's leia organa asking han solo for help when he's probably palpatine trying to trick your poor anakin ass type.
but he still takes a casual step back and looks at the kid with a bit of wariness. since the other loki he knows is utgard-loki who is a jotun that stole his food once. are all lokis bad? stay tuned to find out. ]
Loki, huh? I'm Magnus Chase. Yeah, Annabeth's really straightened the place out.
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He holds Magnus's gaze, expression studiously neutral. ]
Is something the matter, Magnus?
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[ and since magnus is before book two when loki really is the worst, he doesn't say "I know an asshole worst dad of the year named loki". ]
But it's a common name, right? That's what a giant told me once, anyway.
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He looks to Magnus with open curiosity. ]
You talked to a giant? What's the Loki you know like? Is he a bad guy?
[ The word choice is almost shamefully childlike, but it's an impulse. Better to let Magnus's impression of him slide toward the innocent. ]
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at the childlike tone, magnus isn't sure what to say. his impression definitely slides farther way from, well. loki loki who couldn't be this innocent even if he tried, really. ]
Yeah, I've talked to a few. They're not very nice, usually. Uhh, I'm not really sure? He's done some bad things, I think. [ he's not going to tell a maybe ten year old that loki murdered a guy and is tied up with his children's intestines while a snake drips acid on his face. ] And he's kind of sneaky, y'know? He's also one of my best friend's dad, but they don't get along at all.
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No, this must be a different Loki that Magnus knows, god or no.
Still, Loki is a little curious... He leans in minutely as if about to solicit a sordid secret. ]
Why don't they get along? Isn't family supposed to get along?
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[ kind of shrugs? he can't say for sure that loki doesn't deserve the mistrust, but he gets why sam is not the guy's biggest fan, anyway. ]
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[ For this other Loki and his... daughter??? Loki's face scrunches up in bewilderment as it hits him. Sam?? That isn't how you pronounce Hel?? ]
Did That Loki have a daughter named Sam? I, er, don't think I've ever heard about a Sam in that context.