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Message in a Bottle

Who: Loki and... you?
What: Getting the lay of the land
When: 5-6 days after people started arriving
Where: Proximal to the fountain, areas nearby
Warnings: None at this time; will update if necessary

It's a sad commentary on Loki's life that this is not the first, second, or even hundredth time he's awoken in a place with no idea where he is or notion how he got there. Until the last few decades, such awakenings had normally involved Thor, Sif, Iofast, and a lot of mead. In more recent times, it had gotten distressingly less about being tricked into drinking too much and more about being kidnapped, or having his mind overtaken by something, or worse.

His first reaction on opening his eyes is to feel frantically at the back of his neck as he sorts things through. No port. And here is his magic, still hot in his blood. And this is most definitely no ruined Proles, despite any outward similarities; the lack of dome makes that abundantly clear even before he gets a good look at the buildings.

And then there's that glowing sphere...

He finds himself up on his feet and touching the thing before he's processed that it might be a bad idea, and that takes his estimate of the situation from one of concern to near-emergency. Even as information floods his brain, unasked for and unwelcome, he's tearing himself away from the thing.

No matter how angry he is, this at least answers a few questions. He has to admit that in the privacy of his own head, even if he hates it. Loki retreats to the top of one of the nearby ruined buildings, hiding in an illusion, in order to brood.

He isn't the only one here. He hears the voices of others, even observes a few from afar. But he has no way of knowing how friendly they might be. Are there others from home about? Others from Proles? He can hardly dare hope. But standing in the square and shouting Hello is most certainly not his style. And this place appears to lack the convenient internet of Earth or network of Proles, which had made anonymously testing the waters much safer. His bread and butter is paranoia, and nothing that's happened to him in recent years has done anything but strengthen that feeling.

So, best to leave a calling card and see who might pick it up.

He waits until the square is deserted and returns to the fountain. It seems the best source of fresh water, so it will no doubt be visited often by whomever is around. After some consideration, he's decided that the assumption that most of the people he's observed are some format of human seems fair, so that's the best language to address his message in.

Using a bit of magic, he leave the following emblazoned on one edge of the fountain:

~ LINGORMR

Then he retreats back to his observational post to see what happens, again cloaked and hidden. The magical effect of it is obvious to anyone who has the skill; it would do well for him to see what compatriots--or enemies--he might have around.

[ooc note: the equation is the time-dependent, one-dimensional version of Schrödinger's equation.]

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Stocking up on some water so he can go back to trying to repair the power plant, Delta stops suddenly as he recognizes Schrödinger's equation - and then drops his jug altogether at the signature on it. No way. No way.

And yet.

It is very likely it's not his Loki, he has to admit that much. (The 'goat-killer', his Loki had called the other version.) But there's an easy enough way to figure that out. He digs out a charcoal stick from his pocket, because that's the best they've got at the moment for writing supplies, and makes a quick sketch of a tabby cat with Euclid's exact markings next to the equation, followed by the Greek letter delta.

And then he refills his jug and backs off to the shadow of the nearest building, not sure if there will be an instant response.

Since the fountain is the only source of fresh water in the vicinity that Katara knows of, it's also the most important spot in the entire city. As a waterbender, she's bound to return there as often as anyone else, if not more so. Any living thing needs water to survive, but for a bender, their element calls to them; Katara is no different.

The square is deserted now, or so it seems. Everyone has something to do to keep themselves occupied, and she's managed to slip away to find some time for herself. Practical as her bending is, Katara knows that she has to keep up with her skills, and that means running through the drills that Master Pakku taught her at the North Pole. Given the time, Katara would happily work on honing her skills for hours every day, but time is a luxury here so she ekes out what she can.

She notices the numbers on the fountain, but since she can't make heads or tails of them, she chooses instead to focus on her katas. With a smooth gesture, a stream of water rises up from the fountain like a serpent, and she pulls and pushes until the water is looping and curling through the air around her.

The moment someone who looks and moves like Delta comes into the square, Loki's paying very close attention. He silently descends to the ground to watch the man.

And he certainly does seem to be Delta. The little drawing of the kitten and the Greek letter confirm it. By the time Delta's retreating, Loki's already waiting in that shadow.

The illusion he's used to render himself invisible shreds away as he says, "Hello, elskede."

That's a sort of magic Loki hasn't really seen before, which leaves him instantly curious. An elemental sort of thing, shaped and channeled with movement, he supposes, and that makes it fascinating. As paranoid as he is, curiosity has always been his greatest motivation. And it hasn't quite killed him yet.

He silently invites himself back down to the ground and takes a seat where he won't distract the young... (human? she certainly looks human, but appearances can be decieving)... person. After a bit, his illusion that has kept him invisible drifts away. He wouldn't mind speaking to this person, he decides. But he can wait until she's done with her practice.

Billy's found over the last few years that magic has a certain feel to it. It's hard to explain to non magic users, but he can feel a distinct signature to the magic he's most familiar with, namely his own, his mother's and ...Loki's.

Whatever this equation actually means is completely lost on Billy, but feel of it is all Loki, and he finds himself looking around as though expecting to see him lurking. The look on his face certainly suggests someone who's familiar with the God of Mischief, a cautious, perhaps slightly annoyed, yet hopeful look. All versions of him tend to inspire complicated feelings.

It would be quite a stretch to say that Clint's beginning to feel more at home here. Yes, he's slightly more familiar with the place now that it's been a few days, but there's no ignoring the fact that this is still an alien planet. He might have friends here, but that still doesn't change the fact that this is not his world.

He passes by the fountain, intending to grab some water before continuing on his way, but that's before he notices the equation inscribed on its surface. Nothing immediately jumps out at him as to its significance, because quantum mechanics is not something he would ever claim to understand. The signature that follows it, if that's what it is, also means nothing to Clint, but someone obviously took the time to emblazon this on the fountain.

And what's more, it appears too new to have been a remnant of whoever inhabited the planet before. Still, with no immediate brain waves coming to him, Clint decides it's not relevant to him personally, even if it is something worth filing away in case that changes.

So, for the moment, he contents himself with scooping up some water with his hands while keeping one eye on his surroundings. It could be some lingering paranoia, but he reasons that if someone wanted to take him by surprise, this would be a good place to do it.

One minute she's alone, and then the next, there's a man sitting nearby. Katara's been on the run long enough that she's not exactly easy to sneak up on, but this man seemed to come out of nowhere. He hasn't attacked her (yet), so she doesn't make any immediate move against him.

She does drop the water she's been bending back into the fountain, but with a flourish of her hands that sends it arcing back up in an impressive wave and freezing solid into a beautiful, glittering spire.

"How long have you been sitting there?" she asks, observing the man curiously.

They have no proper supplies here, but even scrap metal can find a new life with the right application of Wanda's powers. It had taken her a few tries to first not crush it and second manipulate it into shapes she was satisfied with, but now she's started to make makeshift containers and tools. Plants and people (and tiny dragonlings) need watering, and Wanda is nothing if not persistent in her efforts to actually assemble a proper meal from what's available, so trips to the fountain are commonplace for her. She doesn't mind. It's not like she's actually carrying anything.

She does make a rather obvious sight with a tiny fairy dragon perched on her shoulder and several crude containers floating beside her suspended by wisps of scarlet power.

The equation is new...and it might as well be written in an alien language. Whatever it means, it's lost on her. But when Wanda trails a finger over it she senses something familiar. Maybe this is just what Asgardian magic feels like or maybe...maybe her friend was brought here too. Or another version of him who might not be so friendly. Regardless, she'll have to be careful.

Wanda spares a glance over her shoulder like she half-expects something to appear, but she's not going to stand here stressing about it. She has a job to do, after all, and after a sigh she starts directing the containers to dip into the fountain,

Well, the bit where she doesn't attack him immediately is a good sign. He tilts his head as if considering the question. "Three minutes, perhaps. I didn't wish to interrupt."

Which is actually sincere. It had been interesting to observe.

Still regarding the young woman, he rests one finger lightly against his cheek. "I've not seen magic of that sort before."

That's an interesting reaction. The boy obviously understood the magic about his message. And he doesn't seem to be hostile--though that's no guarantee, of course. After a moment of consideration, Loki decides it's worth seeing how this might play out. He lets the spell that's kept him invisible drop away where he stands on the edge of the building's roof. It's entirely delibrate that he's positioned himself to have this world's sun at his back as well--though really, it's a defensive issue and not just him being a flashy bastard.

Well, a bit of a flashy bastard.

Loki spreads out his hands, as if to say, Well?

Edited 2019-09-02 06:09 (UTC)

Oh. Oh that isn't fair. A face familiar not from Asgard or from Proles, but from his time on Midgard--someone that he'd once called friend, and then things had gotten... complicated.

Complicated really isn't the right word. What was that phrase Clint Barton--at least the one he'd known, and unwittingly betrayed, and broken, and--used once? Right. A total ratfuck disaster.

Being stolen onto a strange planet is bad enough. Being confronted with Clint Barton, not even counting trying to figure out if this one is his, is a horror show. And which would be worse--his or not his? He has no idea and has never tested it. Is it worse to be broken by an enemy or destroyed by a friend? In his own experience, definitely the latter.

If Loki was truly as smart as he knew himself to be, this is the moment he'd walk away. But he's always been a little more self-destructive than anything else, and he doesn't have anyone here yet to save him his own desire to poke at hot, red bruises or prod wounded animals with sticks.

He does, at least, have the presence of mind to not take his actual body down into actual range of whatever stabbing implements Clint might have on hand. He sends an illusion instead, something that appears to walk innocuously out of a doorway rather than doing his normal preferred trick of simply appearing in a startling fashion.

The image of Loki pauses a healthy distance away and says in a tone of extreme caution laced with just a hint of hope, "Barton?"

Loki recognizes Wanda, in the sense that he's made it his business to keep tab on things on Midgard even while he's been busy pretending to be a dead man and taking care of important covert business for Asgard. He's never spoken to her and doesn't have an entirely precise understanding of her abilities--something that now feels very much like a mistake.

(Really, is it his fault he's been so busy and that humans are in a terrible rush about everything? Short-lived people.)

But this takes him to the calculation he became very familiar with during his time at Sanctum. The chance of someone from Midgard greeting him happily are generally very low. But unlike in Sanctum, here he doesn't have the useful anonymity of the network to feel things out first. It's very annoying.

He sends an illusion of himself; he's not entirely certain how Wanda's powers work, so it'll also tell him if that trick will work on her. The illusion appears on the opposite side of the fountain from her, a perfect image of Loki that tilts his head curiously as he looks at her.

Eventually, Clint will probably look back on his first days here and think he should have known better, that the relative reprieve was too good to be true. Thus far everyone he's encountered has been relatively friendly, and he's been glad to see friends both old and new. But this is something entirely different: this is Loki, and to Clint, Loki is someone with whom he has unfinished business. Sure, it's been a long time now since the whole fiasco with Loki happened, and he's managed to put a lot of it behind him. But some things don't just go away, even with the passage of time.

It hasn't even occurred to him that this might not be the same Loki who brainwashed him into acting on his every whim, but unfortunately, it'll take some doing for Clint to ever look favorably on the Asgardian.

Pausing mid-drink, Clint looks up when he hears someone addressing him. The beginnings of a smile all but falls off his face when he sees the illusion that to his eyes, looks all too real. A long time ago, he used to have nightmares about confronting Loki and putting an arrow into his eye socket, but as time went by, those nightmares faded and were replaced by other things.

Still, seeing Loki again brings all those old memories right back to the forefront of his mind, and he can't stop himself from glaring daggers at the one he thinks wronged him back then. "What do you want?"

He can't even ask what he's doing here, because logically, he's there for the same reason Clint is: to help fix this broken planet. But fixing things and Loki don't belong in the same sentence, not to Clint.

Steve's taken it upon himself to patrol around the fountain as some sort of unofficial welcome-party. It was clear from the first day that whatever pulls them out of their worlds seems to drop them right here at this fountain. Or maybe it's really just dropping them off at the Data Point and the fountain just happens to also be there? Who knew at this point. But either way, Steve makes his round from the 'hotel' to the drop-spot, just to see if there's anyone new.

Instead of a person, though, he sees an...equation? When had that gotten here?

Steve stoops to look at it more closely but nothing about it seems to ring any bells. He wasn't really a math whiz nor did he recognize the signature. Still, there was something about it that seems familiar, somehow. Steve runs his fingertips over it, thinking, before standing to look around.

Was the carver still here?

Normally, he would be cautious on seeing what looks like a familiar face out here on this strange planet. He's well aware that people can come from different versions of the same timeline, and that they do not yet know the extent of the Agrii's powers. For all he knows, this could be an illusion.

Hell, knowing Loki, this could still be an illusion.

But he doesn't care. Delta gasps in delight and rushes forward to grab Loki in a tight embrace. It's him. He's here. The relief Delta feels is almost overwhelming, and it takes him a long moment before he can say anything.

Even so, he notices one obvious difference, and he comments on it as soon as he's done squeezing Loki.

"You do not have your ports."

Delta, very clearly, still does. He also still has his hair braided in Asgardian fashion to mark him as a member of Loki's household and is wearing the silver dragon bracelet given to him as a gift.

"It's called waterbending," she supplies. "No one I've met here seems to know about it, but Tommy called it 'hydrokinesis'," she adds, pronouncing that last word very carefully to make sure she says it right.

Her face is open and fresh with youth, but that doesn't mean she's entirely unguarded. She sizes Loki up, feeling fairly secure in her position with an abundance of water at her beck and call to defend herself if necessary. Everyone she's met so far has been friendly, and she hopes this is no different.

"I'm Katara. What's your name?"

Wanda's head snaps up at the sudden movement but she doesn't look displeased. "Lo--" His name dies on her lips - something's not quite right here. Everyone she's ever met, aside from Ultron and his sentries and Connor, leaves a bit of a psychic impression in space at that distance. Even when she's not trying to look for anything deeper, it's still hard not to be vaguely aware of the people close to her.

Has he found some way to mask his presence from her? She's never encountered one of his illusions before; he must have had little reason to use them on the Fleet. Wanda glances around the square again, doesn't immediately see anything, and decides the easiest path is just to address the Loki in front of her. She's not even going to try reaching out to probe - she knows him well enough to know that would be a violation. "It's just me, Loki. I remember you."

The reveal makes Billy's lips curl despite himself. Whatever anger and resentment he still feels, part of his is still glad to see Loki. Even if this isn't his Loki. He's familiar though, one of many possibilities he saw when aging up Kid Loki.

"...Bit flashy," he notes, floating up to put them on something of a more level playing field, though he keeps some distance between them. "Have you been hiding out since we arrived?"

There are a remarkable number of people Loki recognizes here. Nearly as it was in Proles, though there the population in general was higher--at least by his estimate thus far. He could almost wish this wasn't the case, however. Long since acquainted with the fact that the multiverse is quite real, and there are other version of him out there, and most of them seem interested in a sort of flailing, inefficient villainy, he's grown weary of answering for someone else's sins. He's got enough of his own stored up already, and those he's at least reasonably proud of.

On the other hand, he's also had remarkably good luck with those who know him but not really him understanding the basic concept that he's a different person.

And who knows. This once, maybe it will be someone who knows him, from his own universe. It hasn't happened yet, and it'd probably be best if it didn't for a myriad of reasons, but selfishly he does like the thought of it.

Steve, however, is someone he's not particularly interested in getting in a fistfight with either, at the moment, so rather than go down there himself, he manifests an illusion. The image of him appears to one side, as if having just stepped out of invisibility, and pauses, hands relaxed at his sides. "Rogers," the image says.

Interesting. Definitely not the Wanda from his universe, then, which is unsurprising. He's never encountered someone who knew him from home.

Which probably means the Loki she does know... ugh.

The illusion Loki inclines his head politely and offers a conspiratorial smile. Loki knows about his other selves enough that he could pretend to be one of them... if he had a reason to. He's yet to find a compelling one in a situation like this. "Wanda Maximoff. I'm afraid you have the advantage on me. Where I am from, we've not formally met, as I'm far too busy being dead."

This is not going to go well. Not at all. That response doesn't even give Loki a hint about which universe Clint might be from, because there isn't really any one that Loki's aware of in which Clint would be happy to great him.

Bugger. He'll blame this on being so out of sorts.

The image of Loki spreads his hands--see, no weapons immediately present. "Simply to say hello. You look well, and that gladdens my heart."

"Only a bit? I ought to try harder." He shows his teeth in a brief grin. It's actually rather nice to see someone else using magic around, particularly someone who didn't immediately try to kill him. They might have something to talk about. "I only arrived a few hours ago. Have I been fashionably late?"

"Waterbending," he repeats. How very... literal. And hydrokinesis is even more literal. Humans. No imagination. "I'd think it a sort of elemental magic, myself. The call of water upon one's spirit."

Elemental magic has never been his thing. It's all a bit too straightforward. But light? Oh yes. Light is where things become interesting.

"Loki, son of Frigga. I'm afraid I'm rather new here."

Loki gladly wraps his arms around Delta. Yes, all of his lover seems present and accounted for, and not notably different from when he last saw Delta in Proles. For Loki, it's been several months, however.

"Nay. I awoke back in Asgard mercifully back to my former physical state," he says. "With all the benefits that entails."

Like, you know, magic. "Did you mark that I was missing?"

Okay, it's around the time that those words sink in that Clint decides he's being screwed around with again.

"Look, I know you." Well, he thinks he does. "You don't just show up to say hello. There's always something else following that, and that something else is never anything good." Never is a strong word, but Clint has a lot of lingering bitterness towards Loki, and he's not bothering to hide that.

"You're just here to screw with me, aren't you?" He crosses his arms in front of him, still giving him a wary look. Just because he's apparently unarmed doesn't mean he's not dangerous. "Why's that, anyway? You planning on making me your puppet again?" Just the thought of that sends a chill down Clint's spine. He'd rather die before being put under Loki's control again.

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I feel like apologizing in advance for Clint

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never apologize

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