Post by Loki Laufeyson on Sept 10, 2012 0:29:04 GMT -4
Boredom. Most did not see it as a bad thing. To a being such as the God of Mischief, it was deadly. Well, Deadly to anything living in the vicinity. Things were done on a whim, a mere fleeting thought. Such events as a multi- car, multi-fatality crash in the already crowded streets of New York. Alas, such a thing was a source of fleeting amusement. He had already done that before. Today the streets would be left to create their own chaos. He held no need to cause it on his own. Though it was not brought upon by nothing, this particular bout was from more or less the total lack of willingness to sit upon the throne of Asgard.
After all it was nothing more then a horrid joke. He was the only choice they had. A cruel twist of fate.
If anything, Loki could have caused the spark that would ignite a fight between the so called Avengers. They were merely the larger, more important pieces on his chess board of plans. Loki was three steps ahead of the world. While it was several levels behind. Which lead his thought back to the humans. Such pathetic creatures. Even their more evolved cousins, Mutants were not worthy to lick the dirt from the bottom of his boot.
They used to pride themselves upon their heroes.
Instead, Loki found himself in the lush green slice of garden called Central Park. The Dark suit he wore, He did not particularly like it but it suited him. The thought was only indulged to blend in with the humans in the area. No need to cause a panic. Not yet at least. Loki looked up at the blue, faintly cloudy sky as he adjusted the jacket he wore. His attention drifted slowly to his surroundings. Nothing of interest presented itself. Few lesser beings here an there running or walking with one another.
The only current potential was for mischief. Mischief was a small thing, a toy Loki well used and discarded. Better things had presented themselves, or would eventually. He was not in the mood for petty mischief, but full blown chaos.
He followed the laid brick path under his feet for the time being, There was nothing short of a malicious thought that crossed his mind upon catching a glance at a lake in the distance. The familiar short lived smirk of malicious intent passed over his features before he stole another look around at his surroundings. A water demon would do nicely.
Water was an element that most sorcerers held problems controlling in all its forms. Be it water, Steam or fog, an ice. It was the polar opposite of fire, an element of equal reputation. Loki however possessed no problem controlling simple things as elements, certainly not water its control came as second nature.
Upon a mere thought of creating creatures from the water's depths, the surface of the still lake began to ripple. Almost as a earthquake would cause. It looked as though the water itself had taken upon a life of its own. The blueish green liquid began to take shape in the form of slightly taller then six feet. Fish like goblins, their skin a greenish white with an inner phosphorescent radiance and long fingers ending in claw like talons. Fins took shape from their head an sprung from their elbows an calves. It seemed like never ending legions walked forth, with the malevolent purpose cause destruction, terror an revel in every single moment of it.
The god amongst men laughed to himself upon seeing the instant terror an fright take shape in the eyes of the mortals. Such a simple source of amusement.
After all it was nothing more then a horrid joke. He was the only choice they had. A cruel twist of fate.
If anything, Loki could have caused the spark that would ignite a fight between the so called Avengers. They were merely the larger, more important pieces on his chess board of plans. Loki was three steps ahead of the world. While it was several levels behind. Which lead his thought back to the humans. Such pathetic creatures. Even their more evolved cousins, Mutants were not worthy to lick the dirt from the bottom of his boot.
They used to pride themselves upon their heroes.
Instead, Loki found himself in the lush green slice of garden called Central Park. The Dark suit he wore, He did not particularly like it but it suited him. The thought was only indulged to blend in with the humans in the area. No need to cause a panic. Not yet at least. Loki looked up at the blue, faintly cloudy sky as he adjusted the jacket he wore. His attention drifted slowly to his surroundings. Nothing of interest presented itself. Few lesser beings here an there running or walking with one another.
The only current potential was for mischief. Mischief was a small thing, a toy Loki well used and discarded. Better things had presented themselves, or would eventually. He was not in the mood for petty mischief, but full blown chaos.
He followed the laid brick path under his feet for the time being, There was nothing short of a malicious thought that crossed his mind upon catching a glance at a lake in the distance. The familiar short lived smirk of malicious intent passed over his features before he stole another look around at his surroundings. A water demon would do nicely.
Water was an element that most sorcerers held problems controlling in all its forms. Be it water, Steam or fog, an ice. It was the polar opposite of fire, an element of equal reputation. Loki however possessed no problem controlling simple things as elements, certainly not water its control came as second nature.
Upon a mere thought of creating creatures from the water's depths, the surface of the still lake began to ripple. Almost as a earthquake would cause. It looked as though the water itself had taken upon a life of its own. The blueish green liquid began to take shape in the form of slightly taller then six feet. Fish like goblins, their skin a greenish white with an inner phosphorescent radiance and long fingers ending in claw like talons. Fins took shape from their head an sprung from their elbows an calves. It seemed like never ending legions walked forth, with the malevolent purpose cause destruction, terror an revel in every single moment of it.
The god amongst men laughed to himself upon seeing the instant terror an fright take shape in the eyes of the mortals. Such a simple source of amusement.