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Pity it's come to this foolishness. [ Loki utters with a little irritated twist to his words. ] A dead world filled with lies is hardly enough to keep me from my cause. [ There's a thoughtful pause, as if considering what should be said before he continues, his voice slipping back into that perfected silky tone he's known for. ] What to do if you're not real; I do hope none expect me to swallow such swill.

[ His existence false? Never. ] The pictures may have been convincing, but nothing that cannot be conjured. [ Perhaps not word for word... He bites down on those thoughts. One never knew where the information came from, perhaps another that saw as Heimdall did. He digresses, ]

I know not how you drew me from the pull of the tesseract, nor how such an elaborate ruse was created to plant me as such on this barren planet but I find no amusement in it. Nor the weapon you have bestowed upon me. [ A War Hammer? That's a pretty big personal 'screw you' to Loki. ]

To those who claim-- [ As he does not trust easily enough to believe that the truth is what they will speak; but he is curious as to their answers regardless. ]-- capture I inquire upon your own circumstances prior to your arrival here.

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I was in London. There was nothing out of the ordinary, and then I was just here. I'm not sure how they managed it.

Moving anything from one space to another is not that hard in process so much as it is in power. [ Ha. He would know. ]

No sleep, no movement, no death?

N-no. Did you say death?

[A strange question, he thinks. John isn't quite sure he understands what the man is getting at.]

Yes. [ A beat, ] Does it not occur to you that perhaps this place is Hel or something of that nature? Though it's unlike any Hel I have seen before I do not doubt perhaps there is another that has drawn many from death.

Even if I question my demise coming about so easily.

I think I'd remember if I were killed.

I'm certain I'm very much alive. I'm just here instead of where I should be.

I think not. People are easy to be rid of, you could have been crushed by something you never saw coming and entirely wiped from existence before you realized.

However, I am inclined to believe death is only a possible answer; as my self and my traveling companion are not so easily written to the book of death.

[ Cheerful sort, isn't he? ]

[John was thinking more strange than cheerful.]

Traveling companion? You have a friend here?

I would not say friend. [ He doesn't entirely know what to call him at this point. Regardless... ]

We were traveling at the moment of capture; thus I assume he may be around here, or had to be disposed of for my capture.

I've met several people already. This is all very confusing.

[Definitely unsettling.]

My name is John, by the way.

[ His own name could be cause for trouble, he debates on giving it while he assesses this man. ]

People of whom you have previous knowledge?

There's a friend of mine who's also here.

[John sure didn't expect to see Sherlock.]

Was this friend with you when you were taken? [ Curious, though that probably mattered little, Loki liked to have as much information as possible. ]

No, he wasn't.

If it was a conjuration, I'm sure one of us would have found a way out of it by now.

I was in the marketplace in Alubarna. And then I was here, it just happened out of nowhere.

[ There's a brief pause as he assesses her appearance in conjunction to her words-- blue hair is not common, even amongst those of Asgard, ]

I do not doubt your words on that front, there is nary magic that winds itself so tightly about many. [ Thanos, his first assumption, would not be this creative as far as he was concerned. Perhaps Amora, but she would not take so many... ]

I have not learned of an Alubarna; is it upon Earth? [ As most do not know the term Midgard and it's use only exposes more about who he is. ]

[ Thor doesn't answer the post, not with video, voice or text, at least. Having gotten here alone, without the Tesseract nor Loki in sight, he'd assumed he'd come alone, neither pulled in with him. So suffice to say, Loki's voice comes as something of a shock when he hears it coming from his pocket, no need for any sort of pause to make sure. He wastes no time making his way to the lobby starting area, hoping his brother hadn't made it far from there, and moments later, Loki has one very stern looking thunder god storming towards him, voice booming. ]

The Tesserast, Loki. Where is it?

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[ He really shouldn't be surprised; though the appearance of Thor lead credence to his belief that this entire thing was foolish. The Thunderer, for all his idiocy, was rather protective of his tiny planet and it-- and Asgard?-- being false or extinguished was hard to believe in the face of such stubbornness. ]

This conversation has been had. [ And a smile touches his lips, amused and sarcastic as he spreads his arms wide. ] I know not where it is.

[ His determined walk does not stop the few feet away for comfortable distance, instead, the large Aesir moves to grip the front of Loki's robes, giving a slight throttle as he pulls him a bit upward with anger on his tongue ]

And I am to believe that you in all your schemes had no hand in [ a hjand is waved to indicate the surrounding area ] ...this?

[ His weight shifts slightly-- which is unsettling in it's own right-- but he dismisses the hands on his robes as if entirely unaffected. ]

You think I've brought us both to a barren planet with the intention of making you believe your existence is false? [ Snort. ] Does that sound like a plan of mine to you?

[ There's a pause, the thought churning in his mind, and he's correct - it doesn't sound like something Loki would pull. Not a place like this. ]

I do not pretend to know your mind any longer, brother. [ Spoken with the demanding growl lost from the tone before he's released with a slight gruff shove. There aren't immediate answers and it wears on him to have Loki free and the Tesseract lost to them once more in a strange land. ]

You say that like you ever did. [ His expression sours easily, turning cold with the words that accompany it. The front of his own clothing adjusted and pressed flat once more, ever presentable. ]

I do not expect you to believe me, one way or the other, but you haven't much choice but to go with what I have said for now.

There was a time I thought I had. [ He glances back to him and there's something genuine in the look, something simpler, keener in the tone, but it's gone the next moment. ]

I go with what I observe - what you say has little to do with it. [ That's the closet he'll get to a 'yes, you're right' for now. He steps close again, not throttling him again but enough to be looming ] You will stay by my side, you will do as commanded of you, and the Nine help you if I find you've harmed any of the innocents here, brother. You are yet a prisoner and still my ward until Asgard is reached.

Blame me not for such foolish beliefs. [ Be they true or otherwise; things had been so different then, he cared not to think back on them as that time would never be one they would have again. The demands are irritating to him, something he doesn't feel any inclination to follow-- but he does not speak on them. Instead he lets Thor believe his idiocy, keeps his cards to his chest and waits.]

What interest would I have in a barren planet?

I wonder at what interest you have in many things. [ The Chitauri, the insane need for power, the desire to reject all that which cherishes you in the stead of your anger. He turns, walking off toward the direction of the food store. ] Come.

[ He expects Loki to follow, but will listen for footfalls regardless. ]

[ He stalls, waits just long enough to make Thor look back before he smirks that smug little smirk of his and actually begins to follow him. There's no point in not remaining with him currently, as it was to an advantage as things stood. ]

If you continue to speak to me like a dog do not be surprised if you get bitten.

[ He does, eventually, stop, and knowing Loki's game, with a very irritated expression, glance back with lips thinned. You are like five, bro. ]

Do not act as a child and I won't see the need to treat you as one. [ And onward he trudges, looking a bit sullen now at this turn out, adjusting the strap of his duffle bag across his back as he goes. ]

"Dead world". Accurate. Informing us that our existence is fictitious was not terribly smart of them, considering the environment we're placed in: everyone will be too busy worrying about "survival" instead of focusing on existential issues. Tesseract? Explain. I was in London. Then here. Nothing noteworthy. -SH.

Informing us that we are creatures of design rather than our own existence is foolish in the sense that they expect it to be believed. Were it true, even, the idea that we would believe such things is idiotic. Were they trying to motivate us toward survival, they should have prompted with the idea of returning to our own realms or something more efficient.

[ He decides there is little harm elaborating on the tesseract as there's little a single mortal in this sort of realm can do with it. ] A small cube of enormous power.

In London doing what?

[Carl has a hard time believing this isn't just the sound to some television program playing over his phone at first.]

...I didn't think people actually talked like that outside of movies.

[ OHOHOHO FUCK ]

Looks like I might get to put an arrow in your eye after all, doesn't it?

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