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victory_road2022-07-07 11:27 am
cuttingremark) wrote in victory_road2022-07-07 11:27 am
Time travel is the worst actually!
Who: Loki and others!
Where: Hisui
When: July
Summary: An event catchall! Will be adding more prompts as the month goes.
Rating: PG-13 for language and like fighting and stuff?
Week 1
Arrival
Waking up suddenly in a strange new world was both disorienting and concerning. Doing it twice in as many weeks is just downright annoying.
Loki is sitting on a log on the outskirts of the camp, glaring daggers at the woman who apparently brought them all here. He is completely still save for his left hand picking at the palm of his right. Violence outside of pokemon battle seems to be completely foreign to this world, but the look in his eye says he would very much like to introduce it in his moment.
He speaks when approached, though his murderous focus stays on the 'scientist.'
"Has anyone found a way to contact our proper time? Outside of this woman's ravings, that is."
Patrol
The night is peaceful here as Loki makes his way through the underbrush with his new friend. Both him and his pokemon move quietly, barely disturbing a leaf or twig as they do.
This, of course, makes for prime shenanigans. If you happen to find yourself out this late, you may feel the faint scratch of something at your back...Turning will reveal Loki in his new clothes wearing a scary looking mask he probably made out of some fallen tree bark.
"Boo."
Where: Hisui
When: July
Summary: An event catchall! Will be adding more prompts as the month goes.
Rating: PG-13 for language and like fighting and stuff?
Week 1
Arrival
Waking up suddenly in a strange new world was both disorienting and concerning. Doing it twice in as many weeks is just downright annoying.
Loki is sitting on a log on the outskirts of the camp, glaring daggers at the woman who apparently brought them all here. He is completely still save for his left hand picking at the palm of his right. Violence outside of pokemon battle seems to be completely foreign to this world, but the look in his eye says he would very much like to introduce it in his moment.
He speaks when approached, though his murderous focus stays on the 'scientist.'
"Has anyone found a way to contact our proper time? Outside of this woman's ravings, that is."
Patrol
The night is peaceful here as Loki makes his way through the underbrush with his new friend. Both him and his pokemon move quietly, barely disturbing a leaf or twig as they do.
This, of course, makes for prime shenanigans. If you happen to find yourself out this late, you may feel the faint scratch of something at your back...Turning will reveal Loki in his new clothes wearing a scary looking mask he probably made out of some fallen tree bark.
"Boo."
no subject
"Have you met your new companion here yet?"
no subject
He takes out the wooden ball, tapping the button so his Sneasel can appear to say hi. She peers at Loki from behind Hubert's leg and smirks.
"It is called a Sneasel, apparently. I've had little luck learning it's typing though. It seems their research into pokemon is quite backwards here."