homeless, and looking. suggestions welcomed!

[liugan]

Over here as well, then?

You're not very good at this, you know. I've a feeling that if you truly desired to send me somewhere new, a place with structure and setting, that you would have accomplished that long ago. Let's not forget your failed attempts with applications as of late.

I would not mind, of course. It is highly entertaining, watching you continue to get your hopes up over and over.

Try a little harder, then. And if there is no place for me, then that should not surprise you.



[ ooc; now with correct journal! ]

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[curses4sale]

Some of us... have nowhere to belong...

But you... should have an easier time.

[liugan]

You don't sound at all convincing.

[curses4sale]

I don't? ...I'm sorry. I'm not so good at encouragement.

...But... people like you, right? It should be easy... to fit in somewhere.

[liugan]

"People like me," hm? What exactly does such a category include?

[curses4sale]

[She seems confused for a moment, but shakes her head.]

No, I... guess I said it wrong.

People... are fond of you? That's what I meant... I think?

[worldserpent]

All places are yours.

[ as far as he's concerned, anyway. .. snake of few words, jormungand. ]

[liugan]

[ Ah-- someone he'd never thought he'd see. ]

All places are mine.

Interesting, how such a thought has slipped past my mind. I can go anywhere I choose to, can't I?

[worldserpent]

[ a solemn nod, serpentine eyes wide. ]

Yes, Father. Somewhere.. with family, perhaps?

[liugan]

[ Such pretty eyes. There's a hint of a fond look in his eyes as he reaches and tucks a strand of hair out from the other's own. ]

If such a place exists, then perhaps.

[worldserpent]

[ he tips his head into loki's hand as if he's affection-starved. ]

Your-- brother. He may be in places. [ he's understandably not particularly fond of thor. ] .. And Fenrir, I think. I've seen him. And Hel.

[thesonofodin]

Mayhap she simply does not search hard enough, brother.

[liugan]

Such laziness is bound to be her downfall someday, yes, I'm well aware of that.

[thesonofodin]

[A part of him knows his mundane should be more worried what he may do when left to his own devices, as he is now, but Thor's mind won't let him focus on that overlong. This is his brother, after all.]

Do you have a preferred destination, Loki?

[liugan]

[ Ah, what a strange question. The answer on the tip of his tongue is anything I can either rule or destroy, but ... he refrains. For now. Thor would probably smack him. Those bruise. ]

Is this an invitation? Keep in mind that depending on who all may be there, I will not be too eager to accept it.

[thesonofodin]

I alone from our realm occupy this one, and it is indeed an invitation, though it does not exist here.

I just like throwing Steve at Lokis :|b

[exloserspromise]

You'll never find the place for you with an attitude like that.

steeeve ;u;

[liugan]

Oh, but I believe I just may do so.

apparently tonight is his version of Crotchety Grandpa Night

[exloserspromise]

Okay, I guess in this case "squeaky wheel gets the grease" trumps "it takes you longer to whine about it than to do it", but it isn't something I'd rely on.

nooo grampa we don't want to hear more stories about the war ;;

[liugan]

Is that load of gibberish supposed to mean something relevant? If I feel like whining about something, I damn well will.

you'll listen and you'll like it! now who wants a butterscotch?

[exloserspromise]

It means that the person who complains about a problem is the one it's fixed for, but it only works if you don't complain about every little thing that gets on your nerves like you're a child.

[odinsdottir]

You never fit anywhere. Even if I make a place just for you, you'll change so you won't fit. You are the wild bird that ever defies the effort to catch.

[liugan]

How very encouraging of you.

[odinsdottir]

It is time someone spoke truth, between us.

[liugan]

Would you make a place for me?

[odinsdottir]

In an instant, brother mine.