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Sinister	Human life is a busy, smelly, occasionally chaotic and constant sea of noise. New York city teams with it, all the live long day and all the dark of night. Occasionally though, that cacophony ends up producing something half-way worth listening to and tonight, in Time Square, there's an open air concert. Now, some have had to pay good money to enjoy it, down on the streets, churning bodies together under the heat and the lights, screaming at their idols. Others wouldn't pay for this even if they had all the money in the world, when they can enjoy for free. It's not clear if Sinister is really enjoying it though. Sitting in the shadow of one of the lower stories of a staggered hotel overlooking the square, the man is studying the crowds below with his eyes a dim glow in the neon lights and scrolling ads. He's got a bottle of cognac on the edge though, a tumbler floating in the air and his legs supported on the semi-sentient arches of his cloak, curled up beneath his boots like a cluster of obedient snakes.
Loki	Loki never pays for anything he can find for free. Or connive out of someone. And he's certainly not paying to listen to an open air concert. Especially not one who's music really isn't much to his taste. He's walking silently along the same area the floating man occupies. There's nothing to announce his presence until he comes up beside the man and looks out over the churning bodies. "Sometimes they're fun," he says. "And sometimes they remind me of rodents caught in a trap and desperately trying to find their way free." No need to guess which way Loki is leaning at this point. He steps forward to the rail and leans his elbows atop it, watching below. He doesn't even look at the other man for a few momets. But when he does, Loki's expression is amused, his green eyes dancing with amusement, a smug little smile fixed in place upon his face. "You however. You're interesting." He nods to the floating tumbler and the cloak. "I can't quite decide if the cloak is alive, or being controlled."
Sinister	Sinister's head turns at the arrival, several moments before it shows up. It's one of those things when his mind is open, that it's rather hard to sneak up on him. However, he doesn't comment as Loki takes a look-over, comments truth from the Dark Side and shows -that- little smile. Narrowing the red eyes a little, Sinister files it along with several other facial expressions, possibly for future use and looks from the Frost giant to his cloak. "Actually," he muses as he sips cognac "...it's a little of both. Cloaks can be troublesome things, particularly in any kind of situation where they can be grabbed. Mine is obedient, but intelligent enough to get itself out of the way of closing doors. As an example. Although watching a hero have a wardrobe malfunction when making an entrance does -always- amuse." One 'serpent' of the cloak lifts up as if it had eyes to observe Loki, which of course it doesn't. But it -feels- like it does. He looks over the sleek hair, the handsome expression of mischief and those oh-so-green eyes casually enough. "You would be Loki, I suspect."
Loki	A single raven brow arches up as the head turns toward Loki despite his silence. "Even more interesting," he comments. He looks over the cloak anew. "You've given me ideas. Maybe I shall have a cloak of my own. In green and gold, of course." Loki grins, his eyes sparkling merrily with it. He turns so that only one elbow leans on the railing, the better to focus on something far more entertaining than the music and bodies below. "Of course I am. I see my reputation proceeds me." Again, that dazzling smile, full of charm and.. actually quite a nice smile, even if there wasn't any charm to go along with it. "And who might you be?" He reaches out a finger in an attempt to book the cloak 'serpent' on its snoot. The snoot it doesn't really have. But it's fun to try, at least!
Sinister	What's funner still, is the attempted boop-snoot earns a little non-snoot existential finger-thwap in return. NO touchee! No. Touchee. It coils back with its breatheren, still sort of... eyeing Loki eyelessly. "Of course. One has to keep with a theme, does one not? Clashing styles and outfits wouldn't look the part." Sentient living cloak, biosteel, black form fitting attire, diamond motif, Sinister in full sinister attire has a certain style all his own. "Sinister," he replies, mildly. "As the one-word naming convention is in style this season. And yes, your reputation proceeds you by several millenia and more recent current events. It's very hard to not know your charming face, good sir." He pauses, leaning over the building edge to gaze down below. "Oh for crying out loud, just get to the crazy sweaty dancing part already, this is what they call music? I've heard cats with better harmonies."
Loki	Loki laughs at the little cloak serpent's reaction. "Boop the snoot," he says, clearly perceiving the finger-thwap to be a successful snoot booping. He seems entirely unbothered by the eyeing eyelessly. Then again, he's Loki. He's probably seen odder things. "Of course not," he agrees. "And you're right. It is always fun watching the heroes bumble along." Oh yes, that is definitely a pleasant thought. Loki half bows, but maintains his lean throughout, to Sinister. "I am rather charming, aren't I," he agrees, less a question and more a statement. He takes a moment to glance at the writhing people down below. "This /is/ te crazy sweaty dancing part," he points out. "It's not as good as is found on Knowhere. The music is much better there, too. Ever been?"
Sinister	"No, I have unfortunately lead a rather pedestrian life, on Terra Firma. I don't usually get to truck off to far off places, though I was contemplating a long flight to Mars at one point. I suspect I'd get bored enroute and would have to pack a lot of reading material though," Sinister grimaces at the statement made of the churning mass below. "Oh well, another hour or so and I can go and collect samples from all over the place. Meanwhile," he smiles his own charming smile, though it is a very different kind of expression to the Trickster's. "In intend to fiddle with some sub-light photonic transfer technology though. See if I can't figure a bit of Rainbow bridge. I get bored of wormhole generation."
Loki	"Sinister," says Loki the name murmured in a manner very pleasing on the ears. Almost a caress, how it's said. "I like it." Loki shakes his head as he watches the mass of bodies in the open air concert. "Flying is boring," he agrees. "I have other means of travel." Loki turns his eyes from the concert as Sinister becomes far more interesting again. "Samples? What sort of samples?" He nods about Rainbow bridge technology, but offers no insight at all. Maybe he finds that to be boring as well.
Sinister	Sinister indicates the unwashed masses beneath. "Samples of them. The bits they leave behind. THey can be quite useful sometimes," Sinister replies, closing his eyes for a moment. "At the moment, I am recording their minds. Lots of open books down there, revelling in this garbage and thinking about all manner of other things at the same time. It'll be useful. I can't think why else I'd be here, other than happenstance that there's a pearl amongst swine." He opens eyes again, looking slantwise to Loki and roooooooolling himself to his feet where he floats, standing on thin air about a foot off the rooftop, his arms crossed and his gaze hooded. "Strangely, the drummer of that band has talents he doesn't know about." He leans his head to the side, then looks to Loki once again. "I quite enjoy flight sometimes. But it is linear. I like to avoid that when I can. Thus..." he waves his hand lightly and rests it back in the crook of his elbow. "What brings you to Manhattan tonight?"
Loki	Loki blinks, and then blinks again. "You mean, samples of their trash?" He sounds truly mistified. Wondering, perhaps, why anyone would be interested in the trash left by humans after something like this. Humans always leave trash when they gather in great numbers. He glances toward the drummer, expression briefly thoughtful. "Magic potential. He has the power of the Beat. Interesting. If he ever learns to tap into it, he might become interesting." He smiles suddenly and nods. "Flight is fun," he agrees. He shrugs a bit at the question. "Just passing through, really. I never stay long. Not much to be found down here, most days. Or nights."
Sinister	"Not enough situations where it could go right, but you can decide to nudge it left?" SInister asks, looking over his shoulder to Loki. "I imagine there's a whole been there, done that, to be had. But no, not their trash. Them. The bits of themselves they leave behind. For my collection. Concerts are always a smorgasboard of samples. Someone will get clocked in the mouth by an enthusiastic elbow, sweat abounds, hairs fly free. I collect people, Loki."
Loki	Loki glaces sidelong at the other man. "Well. I /could/," he agrees. "The question is if it would cause enough chaos to make it worth the effort." That's always the key, isn't it? Whether the effort is worth the end result. He looks from Sinister, down to the people, and back to Sinister again. "Ah.. Blood, sweat, and tears, as it were? With some hair of the dog thrown in for good measure?" Loki laughs and shakes his head. "Sounds more like you collect their excremet," he says. "For science, I would presume?" He shakes his head. "Genetic experiments can be fun. What are you making from them?" Now he sounds truly interested.
Sinister	"You know, there are poop doctors who test sewage water for viral slough and mine it for other genetic indicators. I will take excrement harvester," Sinister says with a sniff and a smile. "Of course, for Science. You never know what kind of gem you will find," Oh dear, this could just be a very bad idea, in so many ways. "Currently, I am working on finding the right combination of gene segments to withstand diametrically opposite genome factors. The Fire and Ice of code, metaphorically. By the by, that's easy. But trying to get some talents to combine is less simplistic." He narrows his eyes on the crowd below and a myriad of tiny, barely recognizable bits of them rise up. He glances up and behind himself, where a ring of electricity manifests in the air and a set of slender tentacles with a myriad of tiny sample vials disgorges from the extra dimensional locale, as the mist of people bits flits over. It's a whirlygig of bio-steel tentacular motion. "The effort is always worth the result, if you know that there -will- be a result. Spanners liberally thrown in the works makes you think. I like thinking, it keeps me on my toes."
Loki	A very bad idea, but oh so much fun it will be in the long run! Loki considers the information offered. "Hmmm. It might simply be a matter of /how/ you're trying to combine the talents in question. Which ones, specifically?" He watches curiously the interdimensional ring as it appears and eats te samples offered to it. Like a demon getting a sacrifice so it doesn't eat people. "Now that's also interesting," he says. Though not as enthusiasically. He probably has similar spells. He considers. "True, true," he says, about the results. He waves his hands and a greenish hued light appears around them. Faintly, it can be seen snaking down toward the drummer. It circles around the drums then the drumsticks and finally into the drummer himself.
Sinister	Maybe the only thing that's interesting about 'that' is that there's absolutely no magic involved in it. To a magic sensitive, it is Null. Weird squirrel tentacles whisking away people parts are so mundane that they're practically grey. "Specifically, it seems human genetic code does not extra-dimensional and/or subspacial ability combining with purely physical genomic anomalies. Simply put: you add too much on, in the physical realm and then add extra-dimensional and the genecode malfunctions. INside out people are ugly, exploded ones are essentially useless. At least in terms of natural and accelerated mutation. I say nothing about Meta-human, inhuman or mystical individuals. Some gifts seem to be specifically inclined." Sinister observes the passage of the green energy, watching it with curiosity as it seeks its destination. There is absolutely zero attempt to stop it in any way.
Loki	To Loki, it's not really all that weird. There are a lot of scienes and mutations in the universe. Afterall, he's been studying and traveling in it for the past three millenia. After awhile... nothing much surprises you anymore. "Ohh. Yes, that. Doesn't work. Such a shame, really.. Inside out people are so yesterday." Loki grins and straightens from his lean. He watches the drummer for a moment, and then shrugs. "Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn't." With that, Loki turns and continues walking in the direction he'd been going when he'd come upon the man in the cloak. Sinister. "Be seeing you," comes floating back from Loki, lilted as though there's laughter to be heard in the words.