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And yet I think he’s a dog person! It’s the only flaw I’ve found in him so far. (Fucker.)
But.
…kitties…
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I know. I think I’m just going to have to meet him, and spend hours educating him on the preciousness of cats. Possibly by introducing him to Helios. Helios can seduce ANYBODY to the ways of ailurophilia.
I have a feeling Jack could be useful for that purpose as well
I mean
Loki and the firechild
Summer snugged one of the buckles on her chestplate a little tighter. “I’m probably the only person in the world who would trust you right now.” She shook her head a little, already-loosened hair rippling. “I must be insane. Yes, I’ll fight with you, Loki. You’ll owe me a favour, after.” Assuming we don’t get killed, she thought, a little grimly.
Laying a hand on the device he was holding out to her, she nodded. “Let’s go.”
“Trusting me may be unwise, but I suppose we shall see,” he said through a crooked smile. They clutched the device and Loki spun it just so, locking onto the energy of Thanos.
In an instant of blinding light, they were landing rather roughly upon a desolate planet of deep black rock, the sky a haze of gray and far away stars. There was no movement in sight.
“‘Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it’,” Summer quoted, softly. “I sure hope you know what you’re doing, liesmith.” Closing her eyes, she spread one hand out in the air, reaching.
There.
“There’s someone here, alright.” Thought and fear drew her wings to blazing life, casting brilliance over the barren rock. “Do we go to them, or they to us?”
“I am no coward,” Loki spoke just above a whisper, mostly just to convince himself. ”We will find them. Do you know how many?” He cursed his own magic for being so lacking in comparison to her abilities. It was not his style to rely on others, but this would have to do.
He looked around quickly, wary. The air hummed faintly, far off noises drifting to them in the heavy dark.
“Two. Close together. A blur of others, pooling together, very faint. Almost … stuttering. As if they don’t feel at all, or not much.” Summer could feel the flame, pooling in her veins, waiting to be called into death.
“Do you fly? I’m pretty sure I can’t carry you.”
And yet I think he’s a dog person! It’s the only flaw I’ve found in him so far. (Fucker.)
But.
…kitties…
</3
I know. I think I’m just going to have to meet him, and spend hours educating him on the preciousness of cats. Possibly by introducing him to Helios. Helios can seduce ANYBODY to the ways of ailurophilia.
It’s disgusting how perfect Hiddles is as a kitty.
And yet I think he’s a dog person! It’s the only flaw I’ve found in him so far.
(Fucker.)
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Mythbuster, Grant Imahara, likes to show off his nerd credentials with some costuming at conventions too.
Photos courtesy of various
*dedz*
Loki and the firechild
“Oh, sure,” she said wryly. “Butter me up. I hope you remember saying that when the convulsions take me in the middle of things.” Summer looked out at the stars all around. “Are you okay to do this? Go back into that? I can’t hold him off and hold you together at the same time.”
But even as she was double-checking, she was also calling her battle armour, knowing she couldn’t live with herself if she let him go out there alone.
“I do not need anyone to hold me together,” he snapped, a bit too roughly. ”I only know that…I cannot hope to win this battle alone, and…” he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to admit this, so the words spilled out quickly, before he could think better of it. “There is no one else willing to help me.”
It was a strange thing, how alone one could feel when you spoke the words out loud.
“Summer, my plan is this: you will pull his emotions from him, confuse him. I will take his powers. Only then can I hope to cast more powerful magic than he could conjure. And I know just the thing to finish him with. Will you fight with me?”
He held out the device, already humming softly, charging.
Summer snugged one of the buckles on her chestplate a little tighter. “I’m probably the only person in the world who would trust you right now.” She shook her head a little, already-loosened hair rippling. “I must be insane. Yes, I’ll fight with you, Loki. You’ll owe me a favour, after.” Assuming we don’t get killed, she thought, a little grimly.
Laying a hand on the device he was holding out to her, she nodded. “Let’s go.”
“Trusting me may be unwise, but I suppose we shall see,” he said through a crooked smile. They clutched the device and Loki spun it just so, locking onto the energy of Thanos.
In an instant of blinding light, they were landing rather roughly upon a desolate planet of deep black rock, the sky a haze of gray and far away stars. There was no movement in sight.
“‘Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it’,” Summer quoted, softly. “I sure hope you know what you’re doing, liesmith.” Closing her eyes, she spread one hand out in the air, reaching.
There.
“There’s someone here, alright.” Thought and fear drew her wings to blazing life, casting brilliance over the barren rock. “Do we go to them, or they to us?”
Loki and the firechild
“I — ” Summer started, them closed her mouth and began again. “D’you have a plan? I wouldn’t even know where to look. I’m not minded to go haring off into the wild blue yonder without at least some shape of a plan. Even for you.” That last held a slight edge.
She paced to the side of the rainbow bridge, glancing down and down. “It’s a bit out of character for you, isn’t it, being worried for someone else’s safety? Or perhaps I’m just insurance, your wild card, as it were.”
“I will be entirely honest with you, Summer. I ask you to join me more out of my own need than concern for your safety.” That was only mostly true. ”As it were, I don’t think I am acquainted with anyone more fit to assist me. You have great power, do you realize that?” He was well aware of the power of talking someone up.
“Oh, sure,” she said wryly. “Butter me up. I hope you remember saying that when the convulsions take me in the middle of things.” Summer looked out at the stars all around. “Are you okay to do this? Go back into that? I can’t hold him off and hold you together at the same time.”
But even as she was double-checking, she was also calling her battle armour, knowing she couldn’t live with herself if she let him go out there alone.
“I do not need anyone to hold me together,” he snapped, a bit too roughly. ”I only know that…I cannot hope to win this battle alone, and…” he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to admit this, so the words spilled out quickly, before he could think better of it. “There is no one else willing to help me.”
It was a strange thing, how alone one could feel when you spoke the words out loud.
“Summer, my plan is this: you will pull his emotions from him, confuse him. I will take his powers. Only then can I hope to cast more powerful magic than he could conjure. And I know just the thing to finish him with. Will you fight with me?”
He held out the device, already humming softly, charging.
Summer snugged one of the buckles on her chestplate a little tighter. “I’m probably the only person in the world who would trust you right now.” She shook her head a little, already-loosened hair rippling. “I must be insane. Yes, I’ll fight with you, Loki. You’ll owe me a favour, after.” Assuming we don’t get killed, she thought, a little grimly.
Laying a hand on the device he was holding out to her, she nodded. “Let’s go.”
Feline Bliss | Closed RP
“I, um, I came to apologise.” Summer ducked her head, canvas bags swinging from one hand. “I … said some really inexcusable things last time, and I’m sorry.” Looking up at Loki, her mouth quirked a bit, and a little hope, a little laughter crept into her eyes. “Do you have an altar I should lay my offerings at?”
Loki’s glower had lightened somewhat as she spoke—and the last sentence brought a smile and an appreciative gleam to his eyes.
“No. I have no altar, but Macrowafter seems to think he deserves one. Come in and he will tell you what he would like you to do.”
As if on cue, Cat rose and trotted into the parlor, mewing imperiously.Summer laughed a little, out of relief as much as anything, and followed the little black kitten. Setting one bag on the floor, she delved into it and emerged with a handful of fuzzy, brightly coloured things — toy mice. The other hand came up with another mouse-shape, but a dark green-brown. This one she held out and waggled at Cat, before spreading them all out on the floor.
The next thing to appear out of the bag was a smallish paper box. “I brought an offering for the master, too. I hope you like chocolate.” She rose, and held out the box with a hopeful smile.
Cat followed the movements of her hands, seemingly mesmerised. As Summer waggled the dark green mouse, Cat tensed—and then fairly flew forward, attacking with paws and teeth and fierce little feline sounds. Loki was watching with eyebrows still raised, and accepted the box of chocolates with a rather bemused face.
“…thank you. Macrowafter seems to approve of your offerings.”
“Well, that one is compressed catnip. He can’t get blissed out on that. He might de-tail the others, though.” She gestured at the more brightly coloured ones scattered about. “And yourself? Do you approve?”