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the "There is Someone Else Here" meme
Rules:
Roll the RNG 1-20 and choose a location.
Post with your character and the number.
Your character is now in that location and must believe or at least suspect that they are completely alone.
Tag someone with your character; your character is now in that location with theirs.
The second character may believe they are alone, or they may not. Maybe they are looking for the first character, or maybe they are coming after them. Maybe it's just a chance meeting.
Malicious intent/violence is not mandatory, but possible.
1) At home, alone.
2) A forest/wood. It could be day or night.
3) A bad part of town, at night. There is nobody around, and very few street lights.
4) A school. Nobody should be here at this hour.
5) A dilapidated, old hotel. You're stuck, and need a place to stay, but nobody is at the front desk.
6) A hospital. Any kind, and you are trying to leave.
7) Your car has broken down on a long, deserted road. It is night.
8) An abandoned farm. There is an old barn, a ruined house, and a scarecrow stuck in a cornfield that goes for miles.
9) A theme park, complete with circus and house of mirrors.
10) A morgue.
11) A castle. Nobody comes here anymore, and you don't think anybody lives here.
12) A wharf. There are old warehouses around you, and it's too foggy to see more than several feet ahead.
13) A dark cave. You might have a small light, or not. The rock walls are sharp, and you can hear something in the distance, maybe running water, maybe something else.
14) An abandoned lighthouse. The lamp doesn't work anymore.
15) Shipwrecked on a very small, rocky island. The tide is coming in, and you'll be stuck very soon.
16) A larger boat, maybe even a yacht. The smell of salt is from the sea surrounding you.
17) A completely black room. It's impossible to see a thing, and you can't even feel the walls.
18) A maze. Whether it's hedges or rooms, you are completely lost and nobody is there to help you.
19) A research station. Whether it's the Amazon, the Sahara, or the Arctic, it is not an easy place to reach.
20) Space. Whether a craft of your own, or a space station, you are very alone.
hello :D
Much had changed since those days, dilapidated buildings replacing those that had one been, and the style of fashion also much changed. But whispered secrets, why, fog lent itself awfully well to them, and thus they continued to be traded in this way, following the footsteps of so many secrets before them.
Was that why Loki was here? Loki Liesmith, Loki the Trickster, he ever had something up his sleeve. Certainly he too was capable of trading secrets in the darkness, but it was hard to say if that was his purpose this night.
Regardless of his motivations, his footsteps are quiet as he moves around within warehouse, like a silent spectre amongst the boats. He is so occupied with the silence of it all that the sound of the ceramic bowl startles him for a just a moment.
It isn't a surprise that he isn't alone, but the sound suggested something large. Although he wasn't sure he wanted to deal with whatever it was, his curiosity was getting the better of him. Clearly he was quieter than whatever it was, so perhaps if he just continued on slowly enough he would find it, be satisfied, and leave.
A flawless plan.]
glad i caught you! :3
It moves. The ceramic bowl skitters about, tipping and moving in a circular pattern before it wobbles, the sound of it hitting the ground echoing in its concave shape and sounding out in the stillness.
He heard something, the grand beast. An animal's hearing is one thing, but he is birthed of the god of fire as well; it is flawless. He does not have to worry, and neither does the Allfather when he is atop him in battle.
There...there are far too many of what could only be horseshoes against concrete sounding out. Not the usual clip-clop, but some strange series of sounds, like a large centipede with tap shoes on moving over pavement.
The beast exhales, snorts, tests the surrounding area with a loud, booming whinny. Those steps are sound, heavy, clear in the still, misty night.
It is searching.
It is searching for the other in the area, and giving it sounds to find him with.]
it was good timing :3
Not that Loki could really fault him for it - better that he find pride in his shape and in his position than live with the same self-hatred Loki had always harbored. The trickster was glad, at least, that was not something Slepinir had inherited from him.
Once he looks for him it is not difficult at all to find him. Even in the fog that gets into the worn-down warehouse, Slepinir is magnificent.
Loki conjures an apple - green, of course - and holds it out.]
What has brought you here to this place?
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The green apple is taken quickly, crunching loudly only twice before it is swallow. The stem and its leaf, however, manages to get stuck in between his canine and neighboring tooth on one side, and he proceeds to begin fiddling with it with his giant pink tongue.
I was seeking Heimdall to open the Bifrost. I ask the same of you now, Mother.]
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[He takes a moment to considering helping him with the stem, not relishing the thought of getting accidentally bitten. At the same time...
Loki reaches over and grabs it for him, tossing it aside before petting his neck.]
Why are you not with the Allfather?
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He moves his head only in the slightest as the stem is plucked from his mouth, slicking that spot with his tongue yet again.
There is no battle and he has no need or want to travel at the moment. He is not always upon my back, you know.]
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[He moves his hand to just under Sleipnir's mane, where it meets his neck.]
A long journey to look at abandoned boats.
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I do not know. I was simply here, which was why I was seeking out Gatekeeper Heimdall.]
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It is a wonder that you have heard nothing from him.
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There's a moment of silence from him before he bends his first four legs so that he's on the same level as Mother, sweeping his head behind the Trickster's legs. It can't be taken as anything other than a movement to encourage Loki onto his back.]
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Where will you have us go?
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It is not where we will go but how we will get there. There is no need for you to walk and tire yourself when I have a perfectly accommodating back my mother has never been on before.]
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That is kind of you.
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It is not worth getting lost in this vile fog.
It really wasn't. And he was smelling dead fish from the other end of the wharf. Suddenly, he was feeling like it was time for seafood.]
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It is rather heavy.
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He begins to move through the fog, all eight shoes resounding heavily in the atmosphere about them; echoing off the warehouse walls, even. He tosses his head slightly, mane flapping up and about.
Do you know where we are, Mother?]
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Loki has to hold on to some of his mane at first to keep his balance. He's used to riding in a saddle rather than bareback, and besides eight legs move with a different rhythm than four. Once he gets used to it, balance will not be a problem, but for now he keeps his hold.]
Only vaguely, and I can't say that the fog makes it any more easy. Can you see alright?
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Yes, I can see quite well. We are on Midgard, then?
Clipcloclicloclipclopclop...there's more than fish in the air. There's felines, there's the soft lapping of water against the pebbled shore, and a smell of mortal blood in the air that rushes into his giant nostrils and fills him with something akin to the want to charge into battle.
Or maybe there's just a dead guy he could eat. Either way.]
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[Interesting. This was certainly a strange predicament. And clearly not the time for eating.]
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He continues on, however, though he is only getting closer to the smell of dead fish, to the blood of the sea spilled upon docks and dinghies and salty pebbles. The brine seems to have collected into the fog, rendering his nostrils and eyes assaulted by tiny specks of salt.
I was uncertain. Things can happen, after all. Many strange things can happen.]
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Can, and do. Why don't you tell me how you ended up here?
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And so he begins towards it, aiming to rend the decaying flesh of the shark between his massive teeth and partake in the predatory, ginormous fish.
Mother, I have said I do not know. I simply do not. Is there something you are not telling me?]
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[But then, although he means to go on, he's much more preoccupied by the fact they moving towards the gross pile of fish rather than away from it.]
You're not...going to eat that, are you?
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Without replying, he puts one hoof on neck of the shark and leans down to pick it up ever so easily, the nearly ten-foot long dead, rotten body hanging out of his mouth while giant pools of drool gather beneath him. Nnnngh seafood, so delicious. A good reason to come to the Wharf of Creepiness.
Not that anything was really creepy aside from a giant, eight-legged horse happily nickering with a dead, headless shark in his mouth.
What do you think?]
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Part of him is really aware that this is perhaps not the best parenting ever, but this whole monster parents warn their children about at night problem is definitely not being helped by his eightlegged horsechild now eating a shark, so he's just going to sit here awkwardly trying to take his mind off of it. Twiddle his thumbs. Those things.]
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