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paixaorpg2008-11-12 01:42 am
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A peculiar game of tag [Active]
Characters: Ivan, Loki
Content: Ivan is chasing an imaginary friend. Loki investigates.
Setting: through the streets over on the east side of town
Time: slightly backdated (to pre-Maleficent); also, early evening
Warnings: none
It was a perfectly ordinary evening. The streets were abuzz with people on their way home, if a bit more crowded than usual - it was odd, wasn't it, there didn't seem to be as much street to walk along as before. A rickshaw passed, its wooden wheels clacking lightly upon the cobbled street. There was the usual noise, of footsteps and conversation, but apart from that, nothing all that strange.
"Bloo!"
A boy broke from the pack, although in reality he had never been part of it to begin with. Except for his staff, which he kept with him at all times these days, he might have passed for a particularly energetic local.
"Bloo, come ba- excuse me, please! Bloo!"
Dimly, Ivan was still aware of his surroundings. Of the street noise, which he raised his voice above, and of the people he couldn't seem to avoid running into, even though he'd long abandoned the sidewalk. Had he been in greater control of his senses, he might have noticed the inconsistencies - the idea that a friend over three weeks disappeared had suddenly resurfaced, or that no one else took notice of the little blue blob even as it darted perilously underfoot, hid behind people, and even (on one occasion) climbed up and took a shortcut across a series of black top hats.
He might even have remembered Yorda, and the imminent danger she was in - but sadly, the thought never crossed his mind.
"Run run run as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm the..." "Bloo" paused in the middle of the street, thinking. "I'm the... blue... BLUE! HA HA!!"
And, just as Ivan almost reached him, he was off again, like a comet (which, incidentally, would have been a much better name than the Blue Blue). Ivan stopped for a second, trying to catch his breath - how long had they been at this, anyway?
"This isn't funny, Bloo!" he called between breaths. But Bloo wasn't giving up the game, and after a second Ivan started off again, running at top speed after a little blue menace that only he could see.
Content: Ivan is chasing an imaginary friend. Loki investigates.
Setting: through the streets over on the east side of town
Time: slightly backdated (to pre-Maleficent); also, early evening
Warnings: none
It was a perfectly ordinary evening. The streets were abuzz with people on their way home, if a bit more crowded than usual - it was odd, wasn't it, there didn't seem to be as much street to walk along as before. A rickshaw passed, its wooden wheels clacking lightly upon the cobbled street. There was the usual noise, of footsteps and conversation, but apart from that, nothing all that strange.
"Bloo!"
A boy broke from the pack, although in reality he had never been part of it to begin with. Except for his staff, which he kept with him at all times these days, he might have passed for a particularly energetic local.
"Bloo, come ba- excuse me, please! Bloo!"
Dimly, Ivan was still aware of his surroundings. Of the street noise, which he raised his voice above, and of the people he couldn't seem to avoid running into, even though he'd long abandoned the sidewalk. Had he been in greater control of his senses, he might have noticed the inconsistencies - the idea that a friend over three weeks disappeared had suddenly resurfaced, or that no one else took notice of the little blue blob even as it darted perilously underfoot, hid behind people, and even (on one occasion) climbed up and took a shortcut across a series of black top hats.
He might even have remembered Yorda, and the imminent danger she was in - but sadly, the thought never crossed his mind.
"Run run run as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm the..." "Bloo" paused in the middle of the street, thinking. "I'm the... blue... BLUE! HA HA!!"
And, just as Ivan almost reached him, he was off again, like a comet (which, incidentally, would have been a much better name than the Blue Blue). Ivan stopped for a second, trying to catch his breath - how long had they been at this, anyway?
"This isn't funny, Bloo!" he called between breaths. But Bloo wasn't giving up the game, and after a second Ivan started off again, running at top speed after a little blue menace that only he could see.
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Though that wasn't what he was bothered by. He was worried about something far greater and it wasn't the city's deteriorating state either. That was merely a point of interest to him. No, what he was dropping his usual cheerful self for was Odin. The Allfather had been here. Loki was sure of that. He'd spotted him in the crowd a few times too many to shrug it off as his imagination. He'd spend an entire day looking for Odin without any results.
So he had eventually ended up where he was now. Sitting on the bench with the same questions going round and round in his head. Why was Odin here? Did he have anything to do with him ending up in Paixao? Not a lot was being accomplished by doing this, Loki was aware of that. But there really wasn't anything more interesting to do here, was there?
At least there hadn't been until a frantic boy emerged from the crowd. Someone who would've easily been mistaken for another local if Loki hadn't known better. Apparently the boy was following something and Loki watched his progress curiously. He even inclined his head to get a better look at whatever it was that the boy was chasing but no matter how he tilted his head or craned his neck, he couldn't see anything. The boy was just chasing thin air.
One might shrug it off as just some poor delusional sod but the boy certainly didn't look mad or anything. There was something else going on here and that something else was making Loki curl his lips back into his usual mischievous smile. This looked like it could be a worthwhile case. He hadn't dealt with any cases since arriving here and it was about time he did. What was a detective without any cases? It'd be something to distract him from Odin at least. He could almost hear Mayura's excited cry of "Fushigi mystery~!" in his head.
The boy had stopped now and Loki took the opportunity to hop off the bench and try to approach him. Before he could reach him however, the strange boy had already given chase to the invisible thing again. Luckily, that wasn't enough to deter Loki in the slightest and the banished god simply chased the boy in turn.
"Hey, you!"