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06. [action/voice/text]

[Since his brother isn't answering all the messages he is sending him Loki finally gets out of his bed to go to him. It is not that he is able to avoid the conversation he needs to have with him. He walks through the hallway and stops in front of Thor's quarters, knocking the door a couple of times.]

Brother? Are you inside? We need to speak.

[When there is no answer he contemplates to walk back to his own room but instead he opens the door to take a look inside.

It is empty, except for a closet and a bed. As if this room has never belonged to Thor in the first place.]

Brother...?

[Eventually Loki leans against the doorway and stares into the room, arms crossed. He knows very well its useless to start a frantic search. Or ask any other denizen of Wonderland for help.

He lets out a long sigh and turns around to walk off. But that walk turns into a run and eventually he is racing through the hallway, finding his way to the attic and up to the roof. He should not cry, Loki did not cry, but this might be one of those exceptions because once the tears start rolling he is not able to stop them anymore.

He runs to that far end where you can sit and look out over the forests, leaving his communicator a couple of feet away from him. It is on, but the only sound others can hear is the wind and very soft sobbing in the distance.

His brother killed him and left without a word.]

[[OOC: Feel free to encounter him in the hallways/the roof or laugh at the gross sobbing he's doing. He got himself killed during the event when Thor slammed him into a wall and Loki kind of broke his neck there.]]

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WHICH ROOM IS THAT?

[Karkat fortunately never sleeps, apparently, but he's not going to wander around at random looking for Loki even so.]

Tenth floor. 252.

[After sending that message he moves from the bed and walks to the bathroom to wash his face.]

Karkat's only a couple floors away, so it doesn't take him more than five or ten minutes to get up to Loki's room. He knocks and then shoves his hands in his pockets, waiting.]

Edited (html derp) 2012-09-23 23:47 (UTC)

[Loki looks up at the sound of a soft knock on his door. There had been a part of him that did not expect that Karkat would actually come by.

He notices he appreciates it. He genuinely appreciates this.

Slowly he walks to the door and opens it.]

Come in, Karkat.

[His voice sounds a bit hoarse, the look on his face blank.]

[Karkat was expecting about that kind of reception, so he doesn't comment, just coming in and looking around.]

Why'd you pick a room way up here?

[Loki shrugs at that question.]

It was close to my brother's room.

[He clenches his hands to fists for a moment.]

I believe I should offer you a drink, right?

If you want.

[Karkat shuffles his feet awkwardly.]

I guess I'm not a great person for this kind of thing. Trolls don't have siblings, so I can't really relate.

[Loki walks to the cupboard in the corner of his room and takes out a large glass with chocolate flavored milkshake in it. He hands it to Karkat.]

I do not expect you to do so. After all, it would be a strange coincidence if our lives would run the same course.

[There is the smallest hint of a smile on his face.]

I do appreciate that you came. And the message of text you send to my communication device.

If we're bff or whatever, it's how it should be, right?

[Yes, milkshake. Score. Karkat is all over that, in a sullen sort of way.]

[Loki holds a stawberry flavored milkshake but isn't drinking it. He just pokes into the glass with the straw. Its a highly awkward situation.]

It is. Best friends forever after all, yes?

[For a moment Loki seems to stare into the distance, staying quiet.]

I despise this land of wonders, Karkat. It messes with one's head, it takes away memories one wants to cherish.

Yet, the bitter irony is that its denizens are more friendly towards me than anyone in Asgard has ever been.

A lot of people are pretty much in that kind of situation. Even if they hate this place, it's not any worse than where they were.

You prefer this realm over Alternia? Frankly, I would rather cope with the ridicule of my fellow Asgardians than to lose the memories dear to me.

After all, fond memories are what...drives a person.

[He moves to sit on his bed, still poking at the milkshake with the straw.]

Edited (what is grammar) 2012-09-25 21:47 (UTC)

There's no Alternia to go back to, so it's a pretty moot point. Besides, if you think about how many memories a person even my age has to lose, and the frequency of events, we'd be losing memories pretty damn slowly.

[Ah, Loki should have remembered that. Karkat has told him that once.]

The important ones.

[Loki frowns and shifts on his bed, moving to pull a notebook from under his pillow.]

I write them in here. I suggest one should do the same. So they will never be forgotten.

[He hopes he can trust Karkat, he hopes he is not wrong. Despite being Loki, he is notorious for making the wrong choices.]

[Karkat looks at the notebook curiously.]

How do you know you're writing the right ones?

Because I know.

[Loki looks at Karkat and slowly opens the notebook. Every page is scribbled with notes and keywords.]

See? This marks the day where I met...my brother here.

[He taps with his finger on one of the pages. It is hard to not notice that, since Thor's name is quite prominent on said page. After that he points a page out where Karkat can probably read his own name.]

And you. You are here.

[He goes through the book, ending at last page which is marked by the words 'Thor is gone' and not much more.]

This is today.

So...it's more like a journal. Like you're keeping track of the time since you got here? Not your memories from before.

Patience would befit you greatly, Karkat.

[Loki frowns for a moment before he moves to the first pages of the notebook. There are keywords accompanied by short descriptions. Even some drawings of a cave.]

Here are my memories.

I do not do anything in the half of assed kind of way.

...Did you just take some kind of tone with me?

[Karkat's not really bothered. But who knows. Maybe bickering or teasing or whatever will make Loki feel less in a funk or something.]

[Loki looks up, frowning for a moment before he closes the notebook.]

A tone?

[He blinks.]

One means an argument?

You got defensive. What's that about?

[Loki moves to put the notebook away again.]

Your behavior confuses me.

[His voice sounds tired. Just extremely tired.]

I get that a lot.

[Karkat shakes his cup a little and peers inside. Empty. Sad day.]

I get the thing about having patience a lot, too.

Look, I think that having a journal or record or whatever is a good idea. But it'll only do so much for you, right? How much you trust printed words is up to you.

That surprises me not.

[Loki watches how Karkat is shaking his glass.]

Request the closet for a new one, Karkat.

[His voice sounds a bit dull and tired.]

I wish not to forget. Neither do I wish to be a mere pawn in a greater scheme. It is beyond me why everyone here seems so content with their situation.

Being resigned isn't the same as being content.

[Karkat does, indeed, get a new milkshake.]

If you hate it, what are you doing about it?

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