2014-06-17 Descent - Part I
2014-06-17
Players: Phantasm Leo (NPC) Thor Loki Dr. Strange
GMed by {$gm}
Title: Descent - Part I

Hoboken, New Jersey

It has been said that Hoboken is THE only place worth visiting in New Jersey by some. Well, at least by one. And how fortunate this story takes place here indeed. Hoboken, where the story, although didn't start here, it got a sizable chunk of development here. But, it's not the story that's being told right now.

Or is it? For one person coming back here after some time away, it is quite important to them. From the lower-rent apartment building just down the way, to the upscale hotel the other way, to the hole in the wall bar he stands outside now. Mike looks to the deep green door with a brass handle for a few moments in hesitation before he finally reaches down to open it, stepping in to the bar. Despite the clean tables, the dim lighting bouncing off of the tin ceiling tiles doesn't do much to glamor up the place, causing for it to be sparsely populated except during their busiest of times. This is not one of them. The bar is empty save for the barkeeper who is cleaning some of his glassware during the slow time.

Loki appears on the streets of Hoboken, reeling a bit without knowing how he got there. He puts a hand to his forehead and coughs a couple of times, squinting into the light. He performs a dancing step to get out of traffic and finds himself near the bar. He leans a forearm against the brick wall of a building, thumping his pounding head against it as his insides burn as if on fire. He looks down at himself, realizing he is in his battle armor, just not wearing his helmet. The truth is that he was faced with members of the Hydra cell and exposed to the mysterious blue energy again, and now he isn't sure what he is doing. So, he goes to the bar Mike entered for a drink, pausing outside.

Loki lifts a forearm to try and wipe the sweat from his brow, resulting in just a dull metallic thunk. Stupid armor. He puffs his cheeks and releases a breath, putting his hands on the door handles. A few people are waiting to get in, one of which has the gall to say "C'mon, buddy, go in or get out of the way. You look drunk already." To which Loki responds by turning around, his eyes flaring a brilliant glowing crystal blue. "GO AWAY." He commands, but steps aside, letting them go inside. "What are you looking at?" He hisses at others, who decide it is better to retreat.

Mike shakes his head, "Nah Leo. I'm fine with it." He folds his hands as he leans forward in inquiry, "I just wanted to catch up. See if you've been encountering any problems of the unnatural sort lat-." He pauses as someone's hissing near the doorway. Mike turns his head to look. "The hell?"

"Does he count?" Leo asks, gesturing to the newcomer in armor, "Don't know if it's a problem yet but the armor's kind of a give away."

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Thunder rumbles across the clear sky rolling from a growled whisper into an explosive clap. When the discord reaches its zenith a thick bolt of lightning arcs from the heavens and collides with the sidewalk, leaving a crouched, burly form gathering the attention of passersby.

Thor has been through hell. Figuratively and quite literally. When he rises to his feet it becomes clear that the bottom third of his scarlet cloak has been seared and torn away while his scaled armor is pocked and scarred. Bits of soot, ash, and small specks of dried, black blood adorn his flesh and tabbard while a smoldering steam rises from his shoulders. All about his form the unpleasant stench of sulfur clings like a bad memory. He is not smiling.

Hard, blue eyes scour the bar when he shoulders his way in, drawing immediately to the Lord of Mischief himself.

Loki looks up as he hears the thunder, gritting his teeth. Thor. He wants to run to his older brother and get help, but the intelligence inside of him wants to crush him. He looks at the Thunderer, a wicked grin on his face, his eyes glowing blue. "You." He hisses. "You should leave now before you are reduced to a pile of ash." What is he saying??? "What are you doing here?"

Watching the smoldering Asgardian joining the other armored Asgardian, Leo tsks, "Well Hannigan, things were rather quiet until you showed up here. And if this is any indication of how things are going, maybe it's likely a bad idea for us to be in the same room with each other for an extended period of time lest we attract worse. Just seem to attract all the-" He pauses, eyeing Loki, "Wait. Is that…" A brow raises as he sets the glass down and approaches the edge of his bar to call out to the Gods, "You look as if you could use a whiskey or three. Come on over!"

Mike lifts up a hand to wave over to Loki, giving a weak smile in reaction to the unexpected arrival. He should be used to this now. REALLY. He should. The chair creaks as he shifts upon the seat. Hearing Loki's words, the musician blinks, "Uh. One sec Leo." Hopping off his stool, he starts to walk over towards Thor and Loki, his features doing a slight shift as he walks over, quite possibly a trick of the bar's lights, or something more. "Loki?"

"Have you a notion of how many souls have threatened to turn me to ash, Loki?" Thor demands, lifting his sooty hands to pinch the bridge of his nose with agitation. Another realm. Another threat. Another family gathering. Thor storms towards the table and sends a weary, sidelong glare to settle on Loki then redirects his attention to Mike. "Your face is familiar to me. I require a 'keg' of ale." He requests, reaching towards his belt and producing two silver coins to offer Mike in exchange. "Is this adequate?"

Loki sneers and flares a bit of energy around himself. "I am not one of those idiots." Mike turns to look at Mike, holding a hand out and pushing him slowly away with either magic or telekinesis. "Begone, human. Who are you, anyway?" He shakes his head. "Mike. I see. Who is the other?"

Mike blinks as Thor mentions him looking familiar. "I think I should be saying that to y-. He pauses as he feels himself being pushed away and gives Loki a surprised look. "…That's Leo." He answers, response slowed as he studies Loki's expression, "Are you feeling alright?"

Having heard Thor's request, the bartender looks curiously at Thor, "A WHOLE keg? Or do you mean one of the large glasses?"

A tired groan or something very near it whispers past Thor's lips at Loki. "So often ornery, Loki. With such a sharp, scathing tongue it makes it difficult to discern jest from threat." Thor remarks wrinkling his nose at the suggestion by the Bartender. "Aye, the whole keg!" Thor bellows with a boisterous chuckle.

No attempt is made to claim a stool. He has grown to doubt many would properly bear his weight. "It is fortunate for us both that I am easier to read, Loki. Words have been shared of your queer behavior. I came to make sure you were well; but take my words to heart: I have vouched for you to father, to champions far and wide about the purity of your character. If I come to learn that you have endangered Midgard yet again I will seal you away so securely Hela herself will beg mercy."

The bartender looks at Thor for a few moments before he sighs. "Asgardians." He murmurs, making his way towards the storage room.

Mike blinks, looking to the exchange between the more official brotherly set. "He's been very helpful with our demon problems recently." Mike offers up, "And he did help us when the Grandmaster showed up. Although, constant reminders of past mistakes are not exactly encouraging."

A tired groan or something very near it whispers past Thor's lips at Loki. "So often ornery, Loki. With such a sharp, scathing tongue it makes it difficult to discern jest from threat." Thor remarks wrinkling his nose at the suggestion by the Bartender. "Aye, the whole keg!" Thor bellows with a boisterous chuckle.

No attempt is made to claim a stool. He has grown to doubt many would properly bear his weight. "It is fortunate for us both that I am easier to read, Loki. Words have been shared of your queer behavior. I came to make sure you were well; but take my words to heart: I have vouched for you to father, to champions far and wide about the purity of your character. If I come to learn that you have endangered Midgard yet again I will seal you away so securely Hela herself will beg mercy."

The bartender looks at Thor for a few moments before he sighs. "Asgardians." He murmurs, making his way towards the storage room.

Mike blinks, looking to the exchange between the more official brotherly set. "He's been very helpful with our demon problems recently." Mike offers up, "And he did help us when the Grandmaster showed up. Although, constant reminders of past mistakes are not exactly encouraging."

Loki walks across the bar, grinning. He's wearing his battle armor sans helmet, and leans casually on the bar counter beside Thor. "Oh, dear Thor, the God of Thunder. Are you really that eager to always be the hero? To say that Midgard is in danger is the understatement of the millenia. It won't be long before your Nine Realms become Eight Realms…Then Seven…then Six…and…well, you get the idea." Loki's eyes are a livid crystal blue, almost looking at Thor blindly. "I believe the humans have a phrase that works in this situation…'bring it on, bitch'." Apparently, the intelligence has found the memories in Loki's mind of watching daytime television while at the Avengers Mansion.

Quietly the backroom door opens to allow a lone figure to slip into the bar. Stephen turns his back to make sure the door closes without a sound before he turns back towards the center of the room and scans the area with his grey eyes. Spotting Mike, and the Asgardian brothers, Stephen pauses a moment to consider his options as to whether or not he wants to talk to his pupil who has been neglected the past couple of weeks. The two gods before the wizard are not quickly forgotten, the man's mind adrift considering the conversations he could have with those two.

"I am well aware of how difficult it has been for Loki; however, it does not excuse certain /behavior./" Thor replies to Mike, extending one of his fire-kissed hands towards Loki. The motion sends another pungent whiff of brimstone mingling into the air. "Look at those eyes. Manic. Cold. /Blue./" He explains, pursing his lips as he steps back. Stephen is noted with a polite nod of his head as he strolls towards the door. "Hold my ale, ser. I do not wish for any tragedy to befall your tavern. Loki, /outside./"

You know, trying to speak on someone's behalf works a LOT better when they're not working to undo what you're saying the very next second after you've said it. Mike turns his head, brow raising in inquiry as he looks at his friend's expression, noting the blue ey- Wait a minute. BLUE? But that's HIS SCHTICK! "Loki, your eyes changed color." Sure, he could have pointed out what the youngest Asgardian in the room said could be considered a bit of an assholish thing to say, but yeah, why not focus on what everyone's really wondering. When did Loki get contacts?

When Thor takes back his request for an entire Keg, Leo stops his approach towards the backroom and nods, "Yes, I'd rather you not mess up my place as w-" He pauses, looking to the Doctor who just came out of the back. "Th-" He looks to the Asgardians and then to the Doctor. "My insurance rates are about to go up, aren't they?"

Stephen's eyes drift over to Leo before he shakes his head and then whispers to the barkeep, "I can make no promises, but I'll do what I can to help you bartend." Stephen then moves to follow Thor and Loki out if they do indeed move that way. The warlock appears to be wearing a simple three piece suit but still has an air of arrogance around himself. Grey eyes move from Leo towards Mike now as the Doctor takes a deep breath as he moves towards the youngest in the five, "Care to fill me in on the latest bit of sibling rivalry?"

Loki chuckles darkly at Thor and the others, leaning his head back to look at the ceiling. "Outside? /Outside/?? What do you take me for, your pet? You are fortunate I have not taken YOU as MY pet." A side glance is given to Leo as he starts walking for the door. "Oh yes, very much so. I am sorry that your policy most likely doesn't cover 'act of god'." He turns around and thrusts his palm out, sending a burst of blue energy at one of the restroom doors, blowing it apart and sending water flying everywhere.

"One came in pissy, and the other came in crispy." Mike summarizes for the Doctor, "Just a recipe for discord right there. Also, I don't think Loki's feeling alright. Guy's been dealing with sleep deprivation, passed out in a fight, and now his eyes are changing color." Oh and Loki's dialogue's getting a little creepy. As in, blowing the 'stranger danger' whistle level of creepy. "Definitely not feeling well."

Leo sighs as he watches his door get blown apart. The reaction not quite fitting with the situation. A bit tired, and perhaps having seen this before. "And so it begins." He looks over to what patrons there are seated in the building, "Alright! If you happen to be human without a lick of powers to back you up. Please leave now." He glares over to the rocker, "Next time could you leave your friends at home?"

"How many concessions are made because of this distortion in your mind? Retire to Asgard. Once there we can trade blows or share words. They are not strong enough to be party to your tantrums." Thor commands, leaving a solemn glare to linger upon Loki's face before storming back into the dim illumination of streetlights.

"Sorcerer." He calls over his shoulder. "I may require you to make ready a portal. If he will not submit to leaving, I will not endanger these innocents by forcing him with my might alone."

When the god of thunder and lightning tells you to make a portal, you generally make a portal. Stephen gives Thor a nod in conformation to the Asgardian's request, followed by the slow lifting of his own hands, the fingers contorted into the gestures required by the spell. "Loki, I advise you to take a breath, calm down, and assess the situation and your current actions."

Loki grins widely, throwing his arms out and looking up at the sky. "YES! Take me to Asgard! Take me to a realm where I can have some REAL fun!" As Stephen speaks, he spins around. "Loki? Oh, right, he is here, somewhere. But I doubt he is in any condition to take a deep breath and relax. What's the matter, Thor? Afraid to face me? You are as dunderheaded as people think you are. Yes, Sorcerer Supreme, open the portal."

From the acquired safety of the area closest to the backroom, Leo crosses his arms as he looks to the crazed Asgardian, "Uh, Ki-" He pauses, "Loki, is asleep." He points out, "So, yeah. Someone else is driving the bus."

Mike turns his head, looking towards Leo and then towards Strange. Frowning, he shifts into the form of a raven. Seems a bit anticlimactic though…

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