Loki and the illusion

Brief Title:
Loki and the illusion

Characters:
Loki, Phantasm

Scene Runner/Watcher:

IC Date:
06/06/12 23:00

Location:
Chelsea

Summary:
Loki comes across Phantasm at work. He has questions. Phantasm's unhelpful.

Social or Plot:

TS:
Yes

Log:
-----==[ Chelsea - New York ]==-----------------------------------------------

The Chelsea neighborhood takes its name from a single building, now demolished for a century and a half - the birthplace of Clement Clark Moore. Somehow, the artistic element never quite went away - anchored by the presence of the Hotel Chelsea, a residential hotel that's housed artists from Mark Twain to Stanley Kubrick to Jimi Hendrix (and, most notoriously, played host to Sid Vicious's probable stabbing of his girlfriend). These days, Chelsea's back in the center of the New York art scene, as art galleries have started migrating northward from SoHo.

Chelsea is, however, still primarily residential, offering apartments, tenements, and renovated warehouses as housing options. Most of the businesses here cater to the locals.

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As with a lot of characteristic scene sets involving dark themes and dark characters, the setting for the evening is also dark. Dark and stormy. No, these things do not always happen during poor weather conditions, and in fact poor weather has been tied to lower crime rates at times. But there's always that one jackass who doesn't get the memo that it's farking raining out and no one wants to deal with being in the rain to piece together what has happened.

Meet Bob. He is an insignificant piece in the much larger story that unfolds in these streets. So insignificant, he doesn't even get a last name. Or merits more than three letters to what is provided. He could be a Robert. Or perhaps the parents were feeling creative and French Revolutionary and really did a variation of Robspiere but we'll never know. This is not his story. To us, he will forever be known as Bob. A guy who has recently gotten the wind knocked out of him and, in foresight will probably glad for the rain disguising any other liquids that may have been introduced to the environment by him meeting his newfound companion. A hooded figure that stands over him glaring down. No visible face except for the glow of eyes, and a jagged sneer.

The hood turns, looking in the direction of a woman fleeing from the alleyway, likely towards shelter, or perhaps help but the visage of a nightmare does not give pursuit. Instead he remains, standing on top of the poor Bob. "You, have really, REALLY shitty timing." Phantasm remarks with a growl.

Waking up three days later in the snow after an epic beating has not put Loki in the best of moods. He is dressed in perhaps the most simple outfit anyone has seen him in yet consisting of a pair of black pants and a dark forest green poet's blouse with a thin belt at the waist to keep it from being too long. He finds himself in Chelsea, and exhausted. Rubbing the back of his neck, he mutters "How can I have been asleep for three days and still be tired?" as he comes to the steps of an apartment building. The rain makes his long slicked back hair fall around his shoulders and stick to his neck along with the thin material of his clothes. Asgardians don't exactly carry umbrellas. Hearing the profanity, Loki decides to check it out and goes to the source. "Indeed he does. What do you plan on doing to him?"

Phantasm kicks away a dropped knife, sending it skittering down the alleyway before he reaches down, tugging at the man's jacket to see what present in the pockets he can easily reach into. Upon spotting a baggie peeking out of the one and nothing in the other, he growls and brings up a foot, bringing it down upon Bob's manhood, causing for quite a howl of pain from the poor man before he looks towards Loki. Phantasm doesn't move much more than that as he realizes who he's looking at. Oh you've got to b-. He steps off of the wincing man and looks down, kicks him. "Get out of here!" He snaps.

Bob isn't quiiiiiiite quick to move, but with the release of the weight upon him, he starts to roll to his knees and hands, groaning.

Loki lifts both brows at Phantasm. "I'm sorry?" he asks, slightly confused, then waves a hand so the man is pushed up to his feet. "Don't worry, I haven't much mischief in me today after what the Avengers did to me. Your petty thievery is disappointing. HYou could have taken so much more from him."

Bob stumbles forward after Loki's help but continues stumbling in such a manner that it turns into a run. Phantasm watches quietly, waiting for him to have some distance before turning his attention towards Loki. "I wasn't robbing him. I was disarming him," Phantasm finally offers to Loki as explanation to why he left him with what he did. Turning the head, he finally takes time to look at Loki's attire, considering what to say, "You seem, underdressed, considering."

Loki ahs. "I see Yes, I decided to dress down a bit today. I just woke up a few hours ago and I'm not really quite in the mood to wear such hevy armor. Why were you diarming him? It seems there were many things you could have done befpre letting him go."

There is one perk to being a phantasm. Not every facial nuance ends up being projected. However the jagged teeth upon the black nothing aren't sneering, nor are they forming a smile. They're not all that visible until he speaks. "So he doesn't feel compelled to use it on someone else tonight." Phantasm replies, hooded head tilting, "And I was interrupted." Phantasm's gaze upon Loki is more than enough indication to who interrupted it. Bad Loki. Bad.

"I'm sorry, were you talking to me? Because if you were, I'm afraid I have no apologies, one must be much quicker than that." he lifts a brow at Phantasm, trying to anticipate what he's going to do, but hte tricketer's reactions are not very smooth today. He has a livid square bruise on the left side of his chest, and another rectangular one across the right side of his back. Add to that a boot print shaped bruise on his midsection, and you have one very sore god.

The dark figure grows quiet once more, eyeing Loki. "You asked. I answered. That's it." He looks to the loose clothing. "Ice is pretty good for bringing down swelling. Assuming that works for your type." He starts to turn to head deeper into the alleyway where the light of the street lamps do not go.

Loki frowns. "I'm afraid ice has little effect on me, whether it be benefficial or not. You still haven't anwered any of my questions. Why exactly are you... He trails off as he starts to turn. "I see, just another child who believes he is a man."

The comment does seem to delay Phantasm's departure a bit as he pauses, turning his head to look towards Loki, "What question did I miss? You asked why I was disarming him. I said so he doesn't use it on someone else tonight. Was there not enough detail?"

Loki doesn't get a chance to respond to Phantasm as the shadowed figure simply vanishes.

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