Tea Time with the Trickster - RPLOG

Participants

• Chessly
• Fenris
• Junes
• Symaro

Date

1/10/2022

Log

(Symaro) Welcome to the Shrine of Odin. As majestic as it'd always been, resplendent aged oak, massive walls with a towering ceiling and gold accepts wherever possible. Truly is the king of the gods revered and beloved by his worshippers, especially were one to take a good long look at the giant golden statue crowning this magnificent temple. Exceeeeeeept... there sprawled out around Odin's shoulders was... a figure. Little more than a shady silhouette. Distinctly humanoud and garbed in some unexpected attire. Looks like Loki had done some upgrading to his fashion sense since arriving here. His lanky figure was garbed in a long void-black cotton coat, a deep-shaded purple undershirt and well-fitted dresspants below the waist. To those most perceptive, they may notice the patterned silver embroidery gracing the figure's chest. With one hand resting atop the statue's head and his legs crossed with one foot swinging nonchalantly off the side, the figure's piercing gaze lazily ganders towards the party, a bone-chilling fiendish smile tugging at those thin lips immediately after. Elsewise, silence...

(Fenris) Fenris saunters into the great hall, taking in the Norse style. He is dressed in the finery of a century ago, wearing a coat, waistcoat and dapper bowler hat, along with a rather staggering mustache.

The burly tanuki taps up the aisle with his cane, more a style thing than anything else, and stops to lean on it, looking thoughtfully up at the statue of Odin and its malevolent, mischievous accessory, a pleasant little smile on his round face.

(Junes) walking in casually a hoodie wearing chimeric hissah entered the hall curious about the tricksters meeting. Seeing the tanuki they waved and walked towards them

(Chessly) From the entrance shuffles out a small cat-boy dressed up in a lab coat with suspenders buttoned up from top to bottom. He looks like a box dragging itself across the floors of the hall. Every step the feline takes towards the statue of Odin the cat's paw grips his notepad tighter and tighter, with one gulp Chessly eyes look up to the man in dark garbs.

Sticking close right behind the Tanuki, and the chimera the cat gives a wave to the God of Mischeif.

(Symaro) For a while, the figure simply continues lazing about upon its father's statue, gaze meandering back towards the ceiling. "How absolutely droll." Comes a hissing voice, strangely deep yet accented in ways as though spoken through the maw of a snake. Loki's words are eloquent, his pronunciation impeccable, his accent exotic in a profound way, yet his words so clear that in all likelyhood even the deaf could understand him. "Aaaaall that effort to invite me over and the first real company I get are the fun police..." He twirls his hand in Symaro's direction. "...Tanuki's favored lapdog..." the gesture then lazily flits towards Fenris "...a kitsune..." one finger flits towards Junes "...and a normie." He finishes off with a gesture towards Chessly. "Dad would be disappointed." He faux-pouts and pats the statue on the head "But I shan't be shedding a single care, you little things are so... interesting." He follows up with a sharp cackling laugh more befitting a goblin than anything else.

(Fenris) Fenris raises his hat and bows when he is mentioned. "Greetings, Loki, Laufeyson," he says amiably, "Your invitation was unexpected, but welcome. It is always a pleasure to meet a supernatural of your stature."

He sets his hat back upon his head and returns to leaning on his cane, watching the trickster god, the thoughts behind his little smile a mystery.

(Junes) Junes looks up at the god but seeing a familiar feline smiled at them with a nod before dropping it and turning back to the famous trickster with a shrug saying "gotta take what you can get, but before questions should we assume this is just an interview or something different?"

(Chessly) Chessly's eyes study every movement Loki does with caution, then quickly the cat's nervousness diffuses once the man's mouth opens up. Fun police? Boring? And Interesting? These were definitely not what the cat expected to hear, but having judgement passed on him gave the cat a sense of safety. Doing a small bow the boy introduces himself. "Please to meet you Loki! My name is Chessly! Sorry for being such a bore on my first impressions!"

Putting the pencil to paper the feline's interviewing process starts, "I've got a few questions, and I heard you were willing to answer them...the nanites do they affect you? Can I take you home to study that body of yours?" The boy's tail sweeps at the floor brimming with excitement at being able to finally satisfy his burning curiosity about the gods. Shuffling closer to the statue, he tries to get a closer look at the god, his cat-eyes dilate, taking in every single detail of Loki's appearance.

(Symaro) "You have the fun police to thank for that." Loki answers crossly and casts an annoyed glare towards Symaro. "I go here, they come sniffing. I go there, they come barking. I try to enjoy a nice soothing beverage and there they aaaaaaare... peeking in through my windows, my mail slot, my chimney... points for perseverance I suppose." The figure *poof* fades into a clump of blackened smoke and reappears behind Symaro, both hands placed on the gator's shoulders, "Look at this little itty bitty morsel, trying his damndest to tie a noose around my neck. He's adorable." *poof* the figure disappears once more, reappearing seemingly right behind Fenris, now wearing the tanuki's hat for himself. "So here I am, in the wiiiiide open." He raises his hands in the air, still smirking that shit-eating grin of his "Exposed, revealed, wide open to your prodding in the hopes that I can have a... a little bit of privacy, moving forward. It may come as a surprise to you all, but I rather like it here. None of the family's incessant dribbling constantly straining my ears for one."

He removes Fenris' hat from his head and flits it dexterously back onto the tanuki's scalp, only to disappear once more and reappear sat down upon Odin's statue, chin pressed against his upturned palm and elbow propped against his right knee. Those vibrant vertically slit irises wander between Chessly and Junes, a sharp snark of amusement parting that feindish maw of his. "An interview? To what? The Fairhaven Circus? Wrong address, you're looking for the building up the path into the East Forest. Enlist there for clown duty." What he'd just described was Arborwatch. The Otherworldly Affairs' main office. Symaro remains silent, but his eyes narrow in agitation. "Come now, take a joke, lizzy-wizzy." Loki cackles sharply, noticing as much. "Ahhh, yes... as for you. Goodness, how forward." He leans to one side and melodramatically flutters his eyelashes. "We haven't even had dinner yet. Afraid the answer is no. As fun as being prodded and poked by some weirdo with cat ears sounds, I'm afraid I'm busy doing... literally anything else." The matter of the nanite influence however seems to have skimmed past his head, that or he deliberately dodged it with humorous jabs.

(Fenris) Fenris does not seem to mind the theft of his hat, and watches Loki's antics without any apparent concern.

"Having people peep in your mail slot is troublesome," he says in a concilatory way, "How can we help you?"

(Junes) seeing as the cats question wasn't answered the nine tailed hissah had an idea, using illusion nanomagic they attempted to poke Loki's shoulder and gauge the gods reaction and wondering if he would feel anything or not

(Chessly) Chessly is entranced by Loki dancing around the group, the poking and prodding at each and every member, causes the cat to giggle with glee. "Fine! Dinner first, but if you're so busy I guess that means you'll have to make time for me," He nods along with Fenris's suggestion, "and if avoiding OA is what's taking up your time I wouldn't mind helping you with that."

A pencil taps against his lips as he stares at the gator, "Jamming OA's comms units, bumping up the security of your place, tweaking with a few gadgets of mine, the possibilities are endless Loki!" The little tinkerers heads fires off solution after solution, he seems ready to cause as much trouble with OA as possible as long as he can get his paws on Loki.

(Symaro) "Well aren't you the benevolent little cookie? You want to help? Help keep your society from imploding upon itself in a hailstorm of party poppers and wasted dreams. I know it might sound strange coming from me, but I like living here. Never a dull moment and your people are so wonderfully perverse. Drama and intrigue around every corner, tasty morsels of all shapes and sizes skittering all over the place, no wonder all the other pantheons are reaching out. They must be bored out of their MINDS! But here? Never a dull moment here, no-no." Loki disappears from his sat down spot atop Odin's statue and reaches out with one finger, manifesting a hand to "Boop." gently nudge Junes on the nose. Had he felt the tap? Or was just just him acting on his own accord? It remains unclear. "You want to do me a favor? Keep me entertained. How to keep me entertained? Don't let your fellow man-beast-centaur-goo-whatever-the-eighteen-hells-have-you fall apart. I would veeeeery much prefer my property values don't tank, bad for morale, you know?" His glance slowly meanders over towards Chessly, one hand reaching up to cover his forehead, a muffled laugh parting his lips. "Sure, sure. Counter-argument... how about no?" He shrugs his shoulders and waggles his brow. "Let's go with no. No suits me fine."

(Fenris) Fenris nods. "Yes," he says, "I would imagine you prefer it here. I mean, considering where you are supposed to be right now. After all, Ragnarok has not come yet, Wolf's Father."

The tanuki cocks his head as he follows the trickster god's progress around the room. "Are you talking about something specific?" he asks, "Is something causing the increased incursions? What do you know about the stability of the veil?"

(Junes) Junes feeling the pressure on their nose is only slightly surprising and they nod but then thinking up a question asked loki "know if there's any stable way to bring magic from another plane here to use for machinery, or if the influence of an entirely different dimension will have repercussions like changing wildlife or botany?"

(Chessly) Chessly's posture deflates from being rejected once again, but the cat's body perks back up, if he can't learn from a personal one on one he'll have to settle for this experience. "No is fine with me, but if you want us to keep things around here stable...assistance and direction will be needed." The supernatural was outside of the cat's forte, but helping Fairhaven was always his top priority. "I'm not a fan of the idea of my city falling apart because of a few lame O's end up ruining everything for everyone."

(Symaro) "Riiiiiiight, Fenrir wanted a cut of the action here too." Loki casts his glance off to the floor and visibly cringes for some reason. Subject change! "Nope! Literally being as nonspecific as possible, little coondog. Your world's end could come from pretty much anywhere! Unfortunately for you lot, you're a mite ummmm..." he teeters a hand in the air and grins evilly from ear to ear "...vulnerable. Like ants. All it's gonna take is a bad thunderstorm, or an angry child with a magnifying glass, or a hungry anteater and you're donezo-gonezo. Most of you don't even think about how weak and fragile you are. You chased the red herring twenty years ago and now you're starting to do so all over again. Back then I couldn't care less! Right now though, I kinda live here. Don't fuck it up."

*poof* The snappily dressed human reappears up atop his father's statue once more. "Assistance. You're asking for help. From MOI? I'm flattered! But also wholly uninterested. This is your realm and I'm going to take a page out of the fun police's book and actually mind my own business." He turns over to lie down onto his belly, draped across the statue's shoulders with a smug look cast down towards Symaro "Isn't that right, mister Director?" His silhouette fades into a singular cheshire grin, melding with the shadows behind Odin's statue, only to fade back in out of Symaro's own shadow cast upon the ground. Loki leans against the gator with his arms crossed. "Believe it or not, this boy's doing more good than harm. Him and his goons are just annoying while doing it. Bit of a hypocrite this one too, his soul smells of extraplanar influence so strongly they can probably sniff him out in Asgard."

This finally prompts a reaction out of Symaro, the gator twisting away from the figure leaned against him, one finger pointing directly at Loki's face. "You know damn well I didn't ask for what happened to me!" To which the snappily dressed figure raises his hands and widens his grin "Temper. Just saying, you're not the straight shooter many claim you to be, boyo. Do a little thinking on that." *poof* Loki returns to his station sat atop the statue's shoulder, then leans against its head, still graced with that smug smile of his. "I'm not telling you how to fix your world's problems. All I want is for you termites not to mess it all up. Any advice I offer would be... well, self-serving at best."

(Fenris) Fenris reaches out a paw and pats Symaro on the arm. "Nothing wrong with a bit of selfishness," he says to Loki, maintaining an air of inflappability, "Help us help you. After all, we are just as, if not more invested in maintaining out delicate reality. You've certainly done your share of warding off calamity and causing it. All we ask is some advice."

(Junes) looking to the tanuki fenris the hissah adds "plus having tips can help flesh plans out or add onto backups" and before continuing they think and ask "by the way do you gods stay out of each others way or is there some contact like with inari?"

(Chessly) Symaro flaring up in anger causes all of the cat's attention to zoom in on Symaro, of course Loki was here for a once in a lifetime opportunity, but Chessly could take advantage of the situation and try to press what might be going on in OA. "Symaro," shuffling over to the man he steps right beside the gator, "the OA is doing more harm than good? I thought your lot was leagues more capable than the big 3, what's been happening over there as of late?" Walking in front of the gator the cat tries to catch to meet them eye to eye.

(Chessly) Symaro flaring up in anger causes all of the cat's attention to zoom in on him , of course Loki was here for a once in a lifetime opportunity, but Chessly could take advantage of the situation and try to press what might be going on in OA. "Symaro," shuffling over to the man he steps right beside the gator, "what's been going on down there?. Mind sharing with the rest of us if there's any trouble that you all can't handle?"

(Symaro) Loki hears those words and bursts out laughing like a deranged hyena. "DONE MY SHARE? Little coondog, I've done absolutely nothing. For the past ten or so cycles of this rock around its star I've just been enjoying some much-needed peace and quiet. It might seem like a lot of time to you but it feels like just yesterday to me! My influence since coming here has been minimal to none. If anything it's the chappies who give me tasty tasty snacks in return for a few tips and tricks from yours truly that have done the chaos-making. Answer is nope! Figure it out yourselves. It's more fun that way anyway! Well, more fun for me, to be sure!" He crosses his legs and returns to dangling one nonchalantly over the side of Odin's statue. "Gods, ahee-hehehehehehe. Trust me little ant, you don't want to end up in a world where we get into each other's way. Some of us would fight our own battles, but others, weeeeeeeell..." Loki whistles sharply, leaving said thought grimly unfinished.

"What's been happening? The same as always. We're pressed for resources and pressed for manpower to keep everything under control." The gator's fists tighten so harshly that his knuckles pop "All the while a bunch of know-nothing copium-huffing vocal minority routinely spread misinformation that we're trying to exile all magic from the world. That's what's happening. Some devotees are so attached to their patrons that the mere NOTION that the recent anomalies have been the result of the otherworodly's presence in our realm strikes them as a personal attack! It's not! It never has been. That's what's happening." Loki chymes and humms from his perch. "The termites fear their insignificance, they would guard their lifeline from reality with fang and claw..." he humms and swings his leg, oh-so smugly amused. "Weeeeell... this has been entertaining, but I'm afraid I have a date with someone somewhere not-here at current time of relevance. Cheerio!" He waves off behind his back, and fades into the shadows... gone into gods-know-where.

(Fenris) Fenris laughs as Loki disappears. "I meant getting impregnated by a horse to preserve the honor of the Aesir," he admits to the group, "I'm sure Loki has not done anythin helpful in a very long time. He is supposed to be tied to a table under the earth with his own sons entrails, you know. I wonder how he even got here, or if the old stories really matter."

The burly tanuki turns to face Symaro. "Now," he asks amiably, "What was this all supposed to be about?"

(Symaro) "You know as much as I do. We got a summons and he insisted we extend it to the public as well. This is the turnout, and this was the encounter. Loki was brought into our world a long time ago, nearly ten years as a matter of fact. Before I was even born... the dedicants put in so much mako and effort to make that happen, and they managed it. Loki's been silent ever since. We've been scouring the city using godsensing agents to try and get a pin on the guy, but he kept on being elusive. Suppose he got fed up of being tracked, much as we found out today. Keep in mind he has no reservations about lying through his teeth. In fact, I expect as much. It's all just a game to him. Fenris makes a good point however, knowing his mythos and assuming it's accurate, Loki had been literally dragged out of a special kind of hell to be here. That on its own is... well, pretty impressive. I can understand why he'd take a stance to keep this world, our world, from collapsing all over again. If our realm is ripped asunder, in all likelihood he'll be cast back into his previous existence."

(Junes) Junes listens and after hearing symaro out mentions "i imagine he may have a bad rep so that could explain the silence, ill admit i am curious about what he said but not enough to prod into your affairs but i should ask what that thing we grabbed in the dungeon was" and after stopping to let you talk they quickly add one other question "by the way can the dungeon be made anywhere or only in some special locations?"

(Fenris) Fenris nods at Symaro and turns to consider the statue of Odin. "None of the stories are necessarily true" he admits, "But then, they probably come from somewhere. The stories, I mean." He wanders over to take a seat, leaning back against a table. "Amazing, isn't it?" he ponders aloud, "They have all been here before. What is different now, do you think?" He looks at Symaro, "Is it just their proximity that weakens the fabric of the world? Or is it something else? The Outsiders?"

He smiles at Junes. "The Dungeon is not made, it is entered," he says, "Some places are easier than others."

(Chessly) Chessly sighs he's got a lot more questions than answers tucked away in the back of his head now. Listening to Symaro's complaints the cat whispers under hi breath, "well...handling a group of supernaturally inclined to keep the city safe won't take any skin off my back." Pulling up his notepad Chessly begins writing word for word what Symaro was saying.

"This all sounds like a PR problem, I have to ask, which dedicants are causing the most noise about OA? I don't think we can convince them that they're wrong, just spread info to the one's who haven't bought in to their crap yet.We could shake up their world a bit and maybe they'll start to listen and put resources in OA."

(Fenris) Fenris shakes his head. "Dedicants don't tend to be the problem," he says, "They are just people. We have been having some... incursion from the wider whatever's worse neighborhoods."

(Symaro) "Either way, those are headaches for me to deal with. I honestly expected more dedicants to this weirdo to show up. I suppose discretion is key with his followers." The gator rubs at his forehead for a moment, then shakes his head. "I can at least rest easy knowing he's not trying anything malicious. He has no reason to and he understands this." Turning towards Fenris, the gator sighs quietly "We have a mountain of correlations, but no evidence of causation. Right now the best we can go by is an educated guess. Thus far said hypothesis has proven valid given our observations. Until we have a concrete theorem to unify it all together however, that's all we've got to work with." He crosses his arms and puffs out the side of his muzzle "And snarky twats being snarky and unhelpful certainly isn't making things any easier. I was hoping for at least one of his dedicants here today. We have none in the O.A. and lacking one means we couldn't verify that was in fact the real deal."

(Fenris) Fenris shakes his head at Symaro. "Can you blame the supernatural community?" he asks, "After all the popular culture we have consumed? No one trusts organizations like this."