cape_kore | ( v i d e o | day 74

Well, clearly somebody skipped the lesson on matching our accessories. [ The disembodied voice, with just the hint of several different countries in its depths, is joined by the blur of black and white mesh before it focuses on the deeply unhappy face of one Magnus Bane. To the untrained he looks normal - well, normal for a given use of the word - coloured skin and gold-green eyes. Of course, there's the glitter adorning those eyelids, and the hue of his lipstick to contend with but come on, it's the twenty-first century. He has a reputation to uphold.

To those of a more supernatural persuasion Magnus is more Chesire like. In that those eyes are shaped like a cats and flash when he moves as though light has been shone into his face. ]

Whoever thought that dragging me from my planned alcohol induced revelry was a good idea - it wasn't. Next time how about a nice RSVP. One of those little envelopes gilded in gold. Or sent with a goody bag. I like bonbons. In fact I only party with people who like bonbons. If you don't there's something deeply disturbing about you and I suggest you see a psychiatrist immediately. Or phone up the late-night psychics. Mistress Night read my palm once. [ A grin. ] And other places. My future's very bright.

[ A pause, and then the smirk drops off his face. ] Come on faceless and mysterious message givers, I haven't got all day. I have a nice loft all of my own and while your hospitality is interesting there are still several bars in Brooklyn that require my ability to drink them dry.

[ Who dares disturb the High Warlock, indeed. ]

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Me? Oh, nothing special. Just a god. I take it you're a warlock as well as being Puss in Boots?

A god. Well, I thought I'd fallen down the rabbit hole but I guess I've gone even farther than that.

[ Magnus nods, clicks his fingers once so that his fingers light up with blue flame, the glamour evaporating. No point wasting his energy with it if the man he's talking to can see right through it. ] Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn, at your service.

I think most people would consider it an upward direction, but Satan's h-- was here too, so maybe you're not far wrong. I'm Loki - you may have heard of me.

[Or not. It's not a boast, just a fact. Given how many alternate universes people seem to have been dragged from, he doesn't expect his reputation to be as widespread as it might be at home. He waggles his fingers in a wave, given that bowing doesn't work so well when the communicator's attached to your wrist.]

Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Maggie.

God of Chaos, you're missing your horn. [ Practically leering as he makes a vague motion to his head like he's miming headgear. He's seen the film. ] Maybe I can help you find it again?

[ His smile is purely flirtation but Magnus doesn't really intend to follow through. He's aching for Alec in a way that makes his thoughts spin and his chest hurt. To flirt is more like being able to breathe. ]

[He snorts. He remembers the other Loki being in Kore, and he definitely hadn't approved of him much then. Although he had helped Gabriel and Anna torture a scientist for information, which had been nice of him... or something.]

Unlike some people, I don't need to compensate for anything. Course, if you wanna do a search anyway, you're welcome to try.

[Gabriel doesn't mind Magnus flirting just for the sake of it. He tends to do the same himself, and frankly he's quite content just to have someone willing to flirt back. It makes a good distraction technique.]

A tempting offer. [ Eyes glinting speculatively. ] If the Stockholm Syndrome kicks in I'll direct it you way, shall I?

[ It's a little bit of verbal back and forth, information gathered while getting the lay of a person. ] Though now you've told me you don't have the headgear I'm almost disappointed.

Any syndrome you like, so long as it's not an Oedipus complex.

[Yes, he does mean Oedipus, not Electra. Daddy issues, apparently, he's alright with.]

And FYI, the only possible purpose of that silly goat hat is to make the wearer look ridiculous... and I can do that on my own.

I like to keep my parents far out of my passions. Otherwise it just gets awkward.

[ A snort. ] I don't know, I'm rather fond of hats.

'Awkward' is one way of putting it, yes.

[His smile's a little wryer than usual - his daddy issues don't feature very blatantly in his sex life, but he's definitely got them. He's pretty sure everyone in this place does.]

If you're that fond, I'm sure I could find something.

[ Issues Anonymous. Don't tell him, he'll only break out in hives. ]

Well, I'm sure it would solidify our friendship rather quickly.

I can think of a few things that might do that, apart from interesting headgear, but hey. Whatever floats your boat, pal.

Perhaps once I've figured this place out you can show me the error of my ways. I'd be interested in seeing how a god handles the whole getting to know you stage.

With dexterity and finesse - same way we handle anything.

[Nudge nudge wink wink say no more say no more]

[ A laugh. ]

I'll be speaking to you soon, then. Don't try on any questionable hats while I'm not there. [ Finger wiggle. ] Toodles.

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