maskormenacelogs | 1st Mischief

WHO: Loki and Open-ish (see prompt headers)
WHERE: Maurita Falls
WHEN: The days after Loki's arrival.
WHAT: Loki tries to adjust to this new place while trying to behave himself. It will probably go about as well as anyone could imagine.
WARNINGS: None at the moment? May update in the future.

[ Maurita Falls #6 | Open to Residents ]
[ Loki's arrival at Maurita Falls #6 had been rather uneventful. He managed a polite greeting to whomever was around in the common room, before retreating to his own quarters. Despite his grandstanding on the way there, he was exhausted from the events leading up to his arrival, and sleep beckoned him to the point where he collapsed on the bed and ignored just about everything else. ]

[ Now that he had rested, he had the energy and will to look through the items he had been given on his appearance. Most of it was fairly normal, but there was one that had him pacing in annoyance in the common room later on, irritation planted on his face as he kept his communicator pressed to his ear. He wasn't speaking yet, but the faint sound of music could be heard over the speaker; being put on hold was just adding to his annoyance. ]

[ He continued this for awhile, giving a curt nod to anyone passing by him, before he finally let out a faint noise as someone on the other end picked up. Pleasantries were exchanged, who he was, that he'd been assigned a certain position... and then the issue at hand came up, and anyone that cared to look would see the obnoxiously bright clown outfit resting in a heap on one of the couches. ]

...you were given my measurements, correct? ...No, I'm certain it fits. I am just questioning the logic behind dressing a six-foot man that's supposed to be serving as an illusionist for children, as a clown.

[ There was a pause, before a surprised look came to his face. ]

Hello? He--

[ He cut himself off, staring at the communicator. They... they hung up on him!? ]

[ Maurita Falls Museum | Open ]
[ He'd gotten enough experience with how rude Midgardians on this world could be just from trying to talk to them on the phone, so the logical next step in this whole process of trying to understand where these native people came from. The natural place to look was in their history, and that was why he found himself loitering around a local museum. ]

[ It didn't take long for him to be disappointed; other than a few minor difference, it didn't seem all that different from the Midgard of his world. Knowing that, it made the whole experience insanely boring for him. Even if he was doing his best to behave himself, there was no way he could keep his boredom to himself for very long. It wasn't long before odd things started happening to the displays as he passed by: some mannequins ended up with strange faces or ridiculous mustaches, and paintings had their colors inverted or altered to show poses that were rather immature. The sounds of people asking if that had always been like that followed in his wake, and Loki couldn't help but smirk to himself. ]

[ This was so much more entertaining. ]

[ Local Bistro | Open ]
[ After getting kicked out of (or dragged out of, as the case may be) the local museum, Loki decided to look into the food. The sloppy Ruben he had on his arrival had been an experience in and of itself, but there couldn't be anything worst than that, right? ]

[ He quickly found the answer to that was yes, there were plenty of foods that were even sloppier. He frowned bitterly at the sandwich he had ordered, along with the mess that had fallen off of it and plopped onto his lap. A grumble escaped from him as he magicked the mess away, trying not to look as irritated as he was. ]

Is there nothing Midgardians eat that they don't end up wearing?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Finn understood that one could get all sorts of things in Maurita Falls, some things which aren't entirely legal. Which was why he came here today. He didn't know where else to look for ingredients to perform the Black Sacrament, to see if he could at least get in contact with the Night Mother.

But even elves with the soul of a dragon needed to eat, so he stepped into a bistro and got himself a wrap.

It was rather hard not to notice the grumbling man.]

Obviously not.

[ Loki glanced over at the man that spoke up, eyes narrowing for a moment. That... was certainly an elf, yes. But at the same time, certainly not one of the dark elves of Svartalfheim; his skin was far too dark in comparison, and so Loki found himself relaxing a bit. ]

It seems they do not enjoy eating their food as much as wearing it as a badge of pride.

[Finn pulled up a chair and sat with this man. Not like he didn't have anything better to do while he eats.]

And I doubt most of them have that convenient cleaning spell.

[Then again, Finn didn't have that spell either.]

[ Loki favored him with an amused smirk, raising he glass of water to sip at. ]

Thankfully, most of my powers managed to remain intact when I arrived here.

Thank Azura for small miracles, am I right.

[Finn wrapped his fingers around the glass of cola he got to go with his wrap, and a layer of frost suddenly formed over the glass, before Finn took a sip. He was mainly giving this man a small demonstration of his own magic.]

Name's Finn, by the way.

[ Guess who's really the wrong person to show off ice magic to? Yep, this guy. Loki gave it a distasteful look, but otherwise didn't comment. ]

Loki.

Sometimes people call me Dovakiin or "what's wrong with your eyes".

[Finn took a bite out of his wrap, getting a bit of lettuce on his chin, which he picked off.]

Okay, so maybe only one person said that last one to me.

[ Loki let out an amused noise at that. ]

Yes, it would seem Midgardians of any realm are not used to the appearance of elves, or anything that doesn't look like them, for that matter.

[It was always refreshing when people recognized that he was an elf.]

Especially when you're the only Dunmer that's been imported.

[ Loki frowned slightly, shaking his head. ]

Sorry, I'm not familiar with that realm.

It's the proper name of my race, more commonly known as Dark Elves. The realm I come from is called Nirn.

[ Loki's lip curled against his will, and he tried to hide it by taking another sip of water. Dark elf... of course. ]

I see.

[He saw that look, and slowly took another bite of his wrap.]

That's not going to be a problem is it?

[ Loki let out a huff, more aimed at himself than at Finn. He paused a moment, mulling a proper response to him over in his head, before raising his glass toward him. ]

Forgive me. Old regrets involving the dark elves of my realm. It's nothing to do with you specifically.

[Finn gave an understanding nod.]

No offense taken, in that case.

[He gave a sheepish smile, hiding it behind his glass as he took another drink.]

So, you do magic?

[ Loki favored him with a smirk, waving his hand and... suddenly Finn's drink is in his hand, even though it was no where near him. He frowned at it, swirling it a little and watching the bubbles rise. ]

You could say that.

[Finn looked at his hand, then at his drink in Loki's hand.]

Impressive.

[His hand glowed purple for a moment as he waved it across himself, and he was suddenly invisible. Finn took the opportunity to gently take his drink back, letting it float in midair before setting it down. Finn's wrap touched his lips again just as he turned visible, saving Loki the sight of food being chewed up in midair.]

[ Loki let out an amused noise, though when Finn next looked over in his direction, he had taken on the appearance of the man next to him in. ]

Nice trick; I can do that one too.

[Finn raised his eyebrow.]

Okay, that I can't do. I can do this.

[He put down his wrap and gave a thumbs up. A small flame emerged from his thumb, as if his thumb were a lighter, and he ran his palm over the flame, with no discomfort on Finn's part. Finn smiled, like he was doing a party trick, before the flame went out.]

[ Something like amusement crossed Loki's face, and he shook his head. He didn't have any room to talk about flagrantly abusing powers; heavens knew he did it enough himself, as evidence by him casually slipping back into his usual appearance. ]

So you lean toward the elemental.

The elemental is just one of my specialties. I also know some spells in the Illusion and Alteration schools.

I see.

[ Loki paused a moment, looking like he was contemplating another bite of his sandwich, but he decided against it. ]

It seems our worlds have similar branches of sorcery, though not quite the same.

Funny how that works, isn't it?

[Contrary to Loki, Finn took a bite of his wrap and washed it down with more soda.]

Now if only someone would invent a spell to make it easier to break in a new pair of jeans.

What; like it's hard?

[ Asks the man that can just change his pants into jeans on a whim if he wanted to. ]

While you're at it, maybe you can invent a spell to make that sandwich less messy.

[Finn gave a cheeky grin.]

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