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Who: Human!Darcy

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Where:Various
When: Angels/Demons event
Rating: PG for language? Will bump up if needed
Summary: Erica and Darcy wandering around the mansion (catch-all)

The Story:

Darcy:

Darcy is getting more and more confused as the weekend progesses, doing her best to avoid people with wings. Whether or not they do the same remains to be seen. She can be found wandering around the mansion, most of the time with earbuds in or her nose buried in a book trying to pretend that a ton of people didn't just sprout wings.

Erica:

Erica is beyond annoyed. Being an angel carried its own responsibilities, but that meant she had to care about other people and their issues. She has taken to perching on ledges and finding the roof increasingly more appealing than she had before. She doesn't have to deal with people if they aren't around to bug her about stupid things like miracles and guidance.

[ooc: Hit me up with who you want, where, and when. Prose or action both okay.]

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[She'd been curled up on the couch when her phone had gone off. Her heart stops for a second as the text starts to float, hesitantly getting up to open the door. She slips her taser in her back pocket, just in case - better safe than sorry.

Taking a breath, she pulls open the door, surprised to find him standing there with alcohol. She gives a small whistle, eyeing the bottle.]

Well, that's new... Ok - so peace offering...

[She eyes him for a moment before stepping back to let him into her room.]

[He put on a very pleasant smile when she opened the door.]

We were able to get on well once before. I believe you were correct. It is not something that can be swept away. [When she stepped aside in the subtle indication to allow him entrance, he stepped inside and glanced around at the decor.] If I recall, you are very fond of alcohol, so this seemed appropriate. [He paused, still looking around.] The... Decor is interesting.

[Despite his distraction, he held the bottle out to her, returning his attention to the (probably very unsure) human.] No tricks. At least not against eachother. Perhaps some modern mischief elsewhere could be arranged, however. What say you, Miss Lewis? Would it be at all possible to start over anew between us?

[She arches an eyebrow at his words, this all seeming way too weird to be true. Part of her feels like she should be offended by the remark about being fond of alcohol, but she brushes it off.]

Yeah, the mansion decided this is what I needed for a room and I'm not complainin'.

[She takes the bottle, moving to grab two glasses off a nearby shelf. Pouring a healthy amount in each she hands one over to him, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch as she moves to the window seat.]

I'm all for a fresh start... With conditions.

[She couldn't argue with the idea of pranking people, the memories of the high school tricks still fresh. She takes a sip, pleasantly surprised by the quality.]

I'm not saying yes, but what did you have in mind?

[Loki takes the proffered glass and sits when indicated to do so. He swirls the liquid in the glass and tastes the liquor. It was unique for someone used to ~~Asgardian~~ Hell's ale.]

Conditions. Of course. I do believe you're owed that much. Name these conditions.

[He ponders this for a moment, as if he didn't already have any little ideas in mind.]

Oh, nothing serious, I assure you. First and foremost, shall we indulge in liquor? It always makes pranks that much more entertaining. Such as... say, replacing Agent Barton's wardrobe with a closet of purple feminine garments? Or administering bleach to Tony Stark's hair products? These are within your moral realm, are they not?

[She hadn't expected him to agree so easily, her list not ready.]

Let me think about that.

[Because if this was legit, she wanted to make sure she covered her bases. She sips as she listens to him... While she loved a good prank, this all seems too easy. Her eyes narrow as she looks at him.]

Maybe.

[She sighs, putting down the glass.]

Not that this isn't nice, but what's up with the sudden twilight zone flip?

Twilight Zone? I'm afraid I don't quite follow... [He looks genuinely confused but seems to wave it off.]

There is no flip. You wished for a semblance of something less combustible between us, did you not? I'm merely attempting to make good on that desire. If you would... rather we return to our vehement despise and loathing, then I suppose I misjudged your sincerity. I can leave.

[He asks, motioning to the door.]

Don't worry about it. [She needed to remember to be more careful with throwing out references.]

I did, okay.

[She holds up a hand in surrender.]

I'd rather not return to the whole despise and loathing thing. It's not good for anyone's stress levels.

[Especially Steve, Bucky, and Natasha's. She holds out the glass for a toast to seal the deal.]

So a peace treaty then?

Even for a being as old as I, stress is no small inconvenience.

[This was one of the customs that he was familiar with. He toasts her glass with a gentle clink and finishes off his own glass with a smile. Yes, a smile, not at all malicious.]

Yes, a peace treaty. You have no objections, I assume. I'm surprised. You are much more rational than I initially gave you credit. I must admit, perhaps you aren't so bad after all. Past encounters aside, of course.

[Oh, they will probably stress more knowing Darcy and Loki are getting along. At least two of them will. The third will probably corner him somewhere and ask what angle he's trying to work.]

[She barely bites back the 'grandpa' comment, since they were shooting for a truce and all that... Although that temptation is definitely there.]

Well, I did go to school for Political Science and I've been dealing with Jane for about three years. I can be ridiculously rational.

[It was more a matter of principal half the time. She's totally not even gonna touch on the past encounters. She wants this to work.]

So... Should we shake on it? Make it official?

[He would probably laugh or roll his eyes. It's when books start flying that he gets irritated, not to worry Darcy.]

And ridiculously irrational. [He raises an eyebrow, daring her to contest that.] But we can all be irrational, can we not?

[Her offer to shake brings an amused smile back to his lips.]

A binding verbal contract sealed by a physical gesture? Why not? [He sets his glass down and offers out his hand to her.]

[She's itching to respond to that, but if they're gonna do this truce... Then... U G H FINE. She can be a bigger person and NOT talk about how he instigated it.]

That we can.

[She takes his hand, giving it a firm shake. A thing she never thought she'd be doing in a million years... But circumstances were different here.]

Alright - deal is sealed.

[And she didn't have to sell her soul to do it... As far as she knew.]

So, did you use the closet to get this quality stuff?

[She holds up her glass in reference.]

[He looks momentarily confused as his eyes meet the glass. Right, he was masquerading as a Norse God. He kept forgetting that part. Loki, the God of Tricks and Mischief. It was a fun title and a splendid cover. Better than Loki the Demon. It was a disguise that had lasted for several millennia. He'd even built up his own reputation amongst the other Norse deities in that time.]

Of course. The closet. It was very helpful, though it took several tries. Is it to your liking?

Yeah, it's great.

[Hmm.... Well that's interesting... She sees that confusion, taking a moment to process it.]

So I'm gonna go out on a limb here with the whole sparkly green text and bad-ass bottle of booze that you got your magic back?

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