by Kat » Sat Aug 25, 2018 12:02 am
Loki Odinson
Location: Streets of New York | Tags: Skye & Jormungandr & Angela & Draugr
Loki couldn't, in good conscience, disagree with Angela. While he'd like to believe that there were a few people in his life who might have placed their trust in him, perhaps it was only wishful thinking. Not even his own children had been spared from his deception in the past. He doubted that they felt entirely confident in his fidelity now. The trickster watched for a moment as Angela reanimated a corpse belonging to one of the men he'd slaughtered, feeling rather unconcerned with what the dead might tell her of the occurrence. He himself had told her the truth. Mostly. Once Jormungandr had lowered himself toward the Jotun's outstretched fingers, Loki allowed his seidr to shift the appearance of his hand, melting away the pale-peach illusion of his skin tone and replacing it with it's natural deep blue and raised heritage lines. He was growing more adept at this, at controlling the change so that it only reached from fingertip to elbow, and at controlling the temperature of his touch. As he rested his palm gently against the vast burn on Jormun's face, a very light frost crept it's way across the damaged scales, hopefully soothing and helping to heal to injury.
The voice of the fallen HYDRA agent met Loki's ears and he couldn't help but listen in on what was being said. The man was, quite unsurprisingly, claiming that Loki and Jormun were monsters that he and his comrades were merely attempting to destroy. According to him, he and his fellow HYDRA agents were not the ones in the wrong, and perhaps that was really what the mortal believed, but it caused Loki to scoff all the same. Let Angela give the man his life back if she pleased. Loki would simply kill him again before the man could take another true breath.
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Mark Delaney
Location: SHIELD headquarters | Tags: Akira & Fenrir & Skoll & Haati & Harley (in mention)
After Fenrir had lunged for Mark, several things happened at once. A series of loud shots rang out like a bomb within the interrogation room, fired by those who had brought the shapeshifter in and had been standing near by. Mark, who hadn't pulled the trigger of his own gun, had to duck for two different reasons. One was obviously the large creature now attempting the maul him, and the other was the cascade of bullets which he'd very nearly gotten caught in the crossfire of. His knees hit the ground with a dulled throb as he slid under the desk and reemerged beside the other agents within the room. There was a pretty good chance that all of them were about to be slaughtered within the room, but Mark could at least try to comfort himself with the knowledge that the doors were locked and near impenetrable without a key card or badge. Mark had heard agent Fay's message through his ear piece, and the accompanying sound of intense fighting, but he couldn't do anything about it at the moment. He and his companions were in a comparable amount of danger, as well.
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Oliver Doyle
Location: SHIELD headquarters | Tags: Harley & Lincoln
With the elevator being rather small in size and with pitch darkness enveloping Oliver and Harley, there was no room for finesse. The fight had been almost feral in nature, with both agents grappling on the floor by the end of it. Trying to wrench himself out from under Harley, the HYDRA agent didn't even try to find the gun that he'd dropped. He was resorting to throwing punches and shoving at Harley with his ruined hand. She was speaking, trying to contact help. No no no. He was already faring badly in this fight. If more people showed up, then he was done for. Desperation was causing him to struggle and thrash even more erratically, and the fingers of his left hand suddenly caught and tangled within something - the SHIELD agent's hair. Oliver immediately took the opportunity to roughly grab onto it and yank hard. He was running out of time. Even if he made it out of the elevator, how the heck was he going to make it outside of the building? Oliver didn't even notice when the hatch on the top of the elevator was opened. There had already been so much noise. The sudden weight that dropped down on him, however, was a bit more difficult to ignore. A startled gasp left his mouth, electricity lighting up the small space with a blinding flash. Oliver went rigid, twitched a few times, and then stilled on the floor. He was not dead nor unconscious, but thoroughly stunned.
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