[Loki keeps his tones in the game although his serious expression unbends enough to allow a quirked grin with his next words.]
So long as you do not swear by the fickle moon as lovers are often wont to do, then shame away. You would kindle jealousy in all the celestial entities of the sky.
[Ah, so someone DID know some Shakespeare. Writing though... I'm not afraid at all to do research or spend time in the Library. We should also coordinate with Webbigail Vanderquack. She's overly friendly and a tad too eager to want to be liked, but she's intelligent and clever. Not sure how much to trust with secrets, but she's also been researching solo. He tapped Webby's name for emphasis.]
[And it looks like Loki didn't make it everyone's problem. What a novel way to approach the bard.]
Then let their jealousy come as easy as my love for you.
[Puck looked to the notebook, expression kept much like Loki's, on this whole charade. He might as well be looking at something that tugged at his heartstrings by his expression. The library would be easier than the forest. No one would suspect anything. Contact her then-- if she knows you, then she'll be more open to meeting me by association. We need to start putting pieces together and taking apart this living Gordian Knot. We'll build out from there.]
Their jealousy is as so much dust in the wind, for all the care I give it.
[Tapping the page, Loki nodded before writing. This would be why I am scheming. I'm rather good at it. Centuries of practice. Vaeros had made a rather large mistake, in pissing off the two of them.]
[Hah! Then we'll all work together and see what happens. He really had picked the wrong group of people in general to get angry. Oberon might have even lifted a glass to him in celebration for it.]
[I do have direct experience, on the other side, in how powerful and effective a determined group can be. Story for another time. It was half-a-decade or so removed from Loki now, that disastrous invasion of New York. But he had learned valuable things from it, for all he'd been brought back to Asgard in chains.]
As it scatters we shall pay it no mind, for my mind is consumed only for how best to woo you.
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So long as you do not swear by the fickle moon as lovers are often wont to do, then shame away. You would kindle jealousy in all the celestial entities of the sky.
[Ah, so someone DID know some Shakespeare. Writing though... I'm not afraid at all to do research or spend time in the Library. We should also coordinate with Webbigail Vanderquack. She's overly friendly and a tad too eager to want to be liked, but she's intelligent and clever. Not sure how much to trust with secrets, but she's also been researching solo. He tapped Webby's name for emphasis.]
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Then let their jealousy come as easy as my love for you.
[Puck looked to the notebook, expression kept much like Loki's, on this whole charade. He might as well be looking at something that tugged at his heartstrings by his expression. The library would be easier than the forest. No one would suspect anything. Contact her then-- if she knows you, then she'll be more open to meeting me by association. We need to start putting pieces together and taking apart this living Gordian Knot. We'll build out from there.]
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[Tapping the page, Loki nodded before writing. This would be why I am scheming. I'm rather good at it. Centuries of practice. Vaeros had made a rather large mistake, in pissing off the two of them.]
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[Hah! Then we'll all work together and see what happens. He really had picked the wrong group of people in general to get angry. Oberon might have even lifted a glass to him in celebration for it.]
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As it scatters we shall pay it no mind, for my mind is consumed only for how best to woo you.
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Then come- I'll help you by showing my favorite items and where to find them in town.
[Puck stands and offers a hand, selling this to the final scene.]
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[Notebook of his own placed back, Loki took the hand. More than willing to sell this, as he got to his feet and bowed over the hand.]