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[Puck laughed] No, that was very fun. And you're not bad at kissing.

[Can't compliment him too much.]

Is that what we're calling this? [Puck's eyes widen in mock surprise.] Because if our host asked, we were overwhelmed by our newfound feelings, and took to the forest to discuss them. [Puck gave Loki a very pointed look and wrote on the page "Cover story", before flipping it over to a fresh sheet.] But sure, if the term of the season is "scheming", then I'm doing so.

[Oh good--and Loki, while he appreciated the compliment, was far more pleased to find the other was prepared. Tapping the page, he deliberately nodded though his words were something else.]

I'm always scheming, if you listen to my reputation from some people. I can just as easily be scheming to make you fall madly in love with me.

[Loki reached into his satchel and brought out a notebook of his own.]

[If this was going to be sold, Puck would play the part enough.] Oh no, I've already been caught. [He deadpanned] A shame, that I find myself the target of such affections.

[As he was talking, Puck wrote again: Spells were used. Some I recognize for the type, but none I recognize by the casting. I know they were weak compared to my own and the last one fought back against being broken.]

But what does my pursuer think of such things?

[Loki smirked, and opened his own noteboke to share his notes with the other.]

Hoping you might've played more hard to get, but not unpleased to be disappointed. As you can see, I was composing love poems.

[OOC:Loki is not nearly so obvious in his note-title as I was.]

Edited 2023-12-14 01:38 (UTC)

[Puck took in the notes quickly, committing them to memory the same way he did reports for Xanatos. Easy.]

Oh, I thought the challenge was to get you to write poems? Be careful with that request to play hard to get, I can run farther than you think and then you'd have to chase me down in more ways than emotional.

[On paper: Good, we're both following similar ideas. I'm actually impressed a little.]

True, a chase can be fun, but you're quite clever and crafty yourself. Do I want to put in that kind of challenge? Are you truly worth it?

[The tone was playfully dry. Loki wrote on the paper in turn. I feel like I should be insulted that you're impressed, but mostly I'm glad we're both thinking similarly.]

[Oh it's full theater at this point. Puck in contrast sounds wounded, tears immediately springing to his eyes as his voice comes out almost choked.] Am I not? Then may I cry enough tears to adorn you with instead of diamonds, as those are obviously more valuable and cherished.

[More writing as Puck wipes at his staged tears with his free hand. There are mortals who strive for such approval for their entire lives and you've earned it in less than a calendar year. Feel free to brag on that, I won't mind.]

Though your tears are lovely, they are not so wanted as is your company and heart. Would that I had diamonds I would drape them over your platinum hair to make it further shine.

[Loki does like his theater, and just like the night of the ball, very much is enjoying the banter and game.

I'm honored? I do not give approval--true approval--often, but you have earned it too. To planning however. I spoke with Meryl Stryfe on the network. Suggested that it was being watched probably. But that we'd work better as a group and coordinating our efforts.]

I would accept that and put the moon herself to shame.

[Puck frowns, his expression not quite matching the banter as the comment about the moon jogs his memory. Then we should do so. The more knowledge shared, the more everyone has to work with. Speaking of the moon- ask people about that. The invitational card said "Giving thanks to the moon". A lead? Why not "Give thanks to our ruler"?]

[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.]

And like dust may it scatter.

[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.

[Oh? I'll hold you to hearing it. For now, let's head back.]

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.]

I shall treasure them, and plan how to gift them to you accordingly.

[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.]

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