9431/Asgard's Requiem: It isn't Over

Asgard's Requiem: It isn't Over
Date of Scene:	04 October 2019
Location:	Asgard City, Asgard
Synopsis:	Dr. Strange makes some demands of Loki.
Cast of Characters:	Doctor Strange, Black Cat, Loki
Tinyplot:	Asgard's Requiem

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Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen steps through the portal with a white haired ally not even behind him, the thief has been rather forward and is bravely standing beside Stephen as the wizard slips into the Asgardian realm with his woman by his side. "I assume he's here somewhere. It's where I would hide." The wizard notes as he starts stepping towards the palace.

    The portal closes behind the two and with a certain artifact slipped into Felicia's hand he wraps his fingers around her hand, making sure she holds tightly onto the one thing that could get her home should they split up and he shares a knowing look with her before turning his head towards the grand entryway. "LOKI ODINSON!" Stephen's voice booms into the halls and is mystically amplified and heavy. "I SUMMON THEE!"

Black Cat has posed:
Felicia would never admit her palm is a little sweaty where her fingers interlace with the Sorcerer's scar-drawn digits, the artifact hidden safely away, but having him as an anchor aids in her courage.

That, and her best poise of composed indifference. Dressed in an outfit not too dissimilar to that of Stephen, the length of the over-tunic on her frame is longer, belted about her waist, and not of leather. It was clearly commissioned by the thief with money to spare, its shade more nearing smoked lavender to bring out the color in her cheeks and brilliantly jade-green eyes. Her light-blonde hair is braided back out of her face, simple and yet elegant.

Her eyebrows lift as she listens to the echoes of the summons. "Not bad, Copperfield, I'll give it an 8.2 out of 10. You forgot to put your fists on your hips like an angry southern mother." Little red-red smirk.

Loki has posed:
The guards of Asgard respond to the demand with cold expressions, moving to intercept the magically loud intruder. The security is not simply going to allow a stranger to walk in and make statements in that way with no answer.

"Stop where you stand," requires one of the lead guards, icy. Weapons are not out, but they are prepared. There isn't a few of them, there's a bunch of Einherjar. None of them seem willing to step aside: they will protect their royalty with their lives.

"Identify yourselves immediately."

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "Why don't you summon the trickster demon next time." Stephen says with a soft sigh as he was about to recast the spell to make his voice boom once more through out all of Asgard this time when the guards make themselves known. "I am Stephen last in the line of Strange, medical practitionar, and Sorcerer Supreme of these nine realms and I seek an audience with Loki Odinson." The wizard says with a voice firm as stone and he shows no hint of fear towards these men before the castle.

Black Cat has posed:
"Maybe I will," the thief replies airily and softly, still smirking to herself. It's a front against nerves, have no doubt of it, the trite peanut-gallery commentation and the way she eyes the wall of armored Einherjar with a lackadaisical interest. Ooh, shiny.

Otherwise, Felicia remains silent beside the Sorcerer. Her eyes do get to wandering -- and her mind to wondering. What other very shiny things are around this place? What would they fetch? ...could she get away with it? How she muses, idly dragging a manicured nail against the seam of fabric over the generous curve of her hip.

Loki has posed:
"His royal highness, Prince Loki, will be notified of your .... unexpected visit," says the guard, stonefaced. "You may wait here, if you wish to," continues the unimpressed guard leadership. There is a small garden to the left with some apparent seating in it, but the main entrance does not appear to have somewhere suitable to do any waiting.

There is some activity around: there's boisterous voices. Laughing. Calls of instruction, in the city: 'bring me that lamp' 'that's for the Feast, Eijorn!' and similar things. There is an air of celebration that the guards don't share.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "I did not realize they had begun relocation." Stephen says in thought to himself and Felicia after the guard had sught out Loki. Though to Stephen he feels as though something is amiss, yet in Stephen's world, something always is.

    Almost as if he was just truely noticing the attire, Stephen's black eyebrows flee away from his temples and furrow above his nose. "Where did you get that outfit Felicia?" Stephen asks, raising a brow as he asks, looking back over his lover with a critical eye.

Black Cat has posed:
"Hmm?" Felicia's attention swings back to the Sorcerer from her casing of the entry way and expansive hallway beyond. The guard was Charlie Brown-ing anyways: wohm-wohm-wohm, denial and delaying, boring, to be ignored by the prideful thief. She glances down at herself and then back at Stephen, her smile shifting pleased.

"I had it commissioned from van Dyne Industries at a discount. It's nice to have friends in high places," she sighs, moving to brush a palm down the fabric. It's silken by first glance and likely by make-up as well. "Besides, I wanted to fit in. Cashmere sweaters don't exactly jive with this place. I know enough about it." Stephen makes no further move from his placement and so the Cat remains beside him. The garden is given a mildly winsome glance, but only because it's novel -- and maybe there's a small shiny there she can pocket.

Loki has posed:
The prince does make an appearance, though it is not from the center front of the palace. It is instead from the city behind them: from where the shouts of celebration are taking place. A child is tagging along, skipping, next to Prince Loki. "I do, I /do/," eagerly says the young girl, cheerful at his side, keeping step. Her mother, who normally might have worn an uncertain look with her child in proximity to Loki, seems relaxed enough.

Loki is in princely finery, a blinding quality to the gold along his mage shoulders, in the mixed-media armor and leather.

"Stephen. Felicia. I did not expect you. You are early for the feasts," Loki observes, pleasant, though his eyes hold a sparked charge of something. The guards watch all of this critically, ready to move to assist their prince.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "A feast would be something Felicia could brag about for a long time." Stephen says, nodding. "Though you know we didn't come for a feast Loki." Stephen says with a frown as he takes a moment to turn to face Loki, daring to believe it's truely him, but not really finding he can trust even the visage of the trickster. "Where is it?" Stephen asks, cutting to the vague chase.

Black Cat has posed:
Unaware of the previous state of the city -- and world in parallel disarray -- the sounds behind her are of little consequence to Felicia...at first. Little humans making cheerful little grubby-handed demands are no new thing to her. The Prince's greeting, however, has her turning nearly on-pointe beside Stephen. Blame nerves; at least the skirting of her outfit flutters and settles about her black muscle-clinging leggings as the designer intended.

Stephen cuts right to the chase, but the Cat just can't help herself.

"Nice entrance, about the most low key I've seen out of you." There's her red-red smirk again. Bad puns are so bad.

Loki has posed:
Loki takes in the questions, and Felicia's painful comment. Sigh. Even the girl makes a frowny face at Felicia for it. Did she make fun of their nice prince?

"Incidentally," Loki says, though he turns his attention to the little girl, materializing the item she was bouncing up and down by his side for: it's a folded kite. She accepts it with wide eyes, drawing it back, and shaking it to open it. A phoenix pattern, with streamers of magical fire. "It's for later," her mother reminds her, while she runs in a circle with it in her hand, to Loki's left.

"Incidentally, /everything/ was going to be just as you left it, had you not decided you needed the Sanctum back *immediately*," Loki shares. "It is safe. You have need of it, then?" Loki questions, eyes on the kite-wielding girl.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "A phoenix." Stephen says with a lift of his eyebrow to Loki this time, choosing to ignore Felicia's high key cringey comment. Instead he focuses on Loki, "You are the antithesis of subtlety." The wizard says before he frowns and chooses to answer Loki truthfully. "I do have need of it..." The wizard says, not wanting to admit that he needs a greater power than he has access to, but the times are dire for the wizard.

Black Cat has posed:
The Cat can count herself pleased: reaction garnered and her pithy little heart is content. To herself, she admits she's moderately impressed by the kite handed off and now flickering cold embers from its design while the little girl scampers about -- impressed with the magic, not with the caster, Felicia clarifies to herself as her eyes slide back to him.

Knowing this is a delicate business in its way, the thief keeps her tongue behind her teeth at this point. Instead, she listens and calculates behind the half-lidded fall of her dark lashes.

Loki has posed:
"Yes, a phoenix. She's a /child/. Keep the metaphors simple," Loki corrects Stephen, as if it were extremely obvious to Loki. You don't do deep content for children, they don't understand the intricacies of it. Clearly. Because Loki has experience manipulating children, maybe.

"Ah. Then we'd best get it back to you." Loki gestures, creating a little wind for the girl's kite, creating squeals of glee. Of course he's doing more than he normally would. There's an audience: all of the guards.

"What's the trouble? I assume you don't need my help; I'm busy, at any rate, with my own people." Loki does turn his attention, finally, to Dr. Strange himself. "Can it wait a few sunsets, or is a demon eating your realm as we speak?"

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "Dormammu has begun pressing his mindless ones against the walls of the barrier between dimensions since the encounter with his shade at the Sanctum." Stephen says with a frown as he looks back to Felicia and then to Loki. "I have work to do and I need the stone to protect my dimension, and the anchor to your realm." Stephen says, meaning it is in Loki's best interest to give the stone up and rapidly.

Loki has posed:
On the upside, perhaps, Loki did notice that. He witnessed it: that helps with the negotiation. "Yes, he did engage me in conversation," Loki chuckles, moving to cross towards Dr. Strange: or towards the castle. Both, as it so happens.

"You know as well as I do that two of the stones shouldn't be kept together," Loki says, his voice lower now, keeping that comment from most of the others around them. "We do what is necessary, sometimes," says the prince grandly, with a move of his gaze over the restored city. He's extremely proud of it, and it's caused, it appears, reasonable generosity. Is Loki enjoying his heroism?

"Open the Sanctum and I will deliver it there." Loki looks loftily at Strange. "It is not as if you could keep me out indefinitely, anyway," he teases. "And you may benefit from my preference to keep the anchor stable."

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Strange is suddenly put in a rock and a hard place and yet without much thought Stephen looks to Loki and nods. "Deal. Bring it in two hours time. It is of the utmost importance." Stephen says before he turns to Felicia and takes her hand before the two of the Midgardian's simply vanish from sight. They ... aren't supposed to be able to do that from Earth to Asgard but either way, they're gone.