Our love could fight a war....literally (PAFP, girl or boy needed)

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    [align=left][font=Andale Mono][color=black][sub]Ic: The corner's of Druain's mouth dipped down, and with a questioning scowl he ever so slightly narrowed his eyes, and could be seen no more as a bit of a blink. Her behavior slightly puzzled him, her mind seemed as scattered as his own; perhaps she was mimicking his movements as an attempt at a casual attitude? Couldn't possibly be it. Maybe she was impatient, and doing her best to keep her head? Yes, that sounded about right. Judging upon her previous actions anyways. Tightening his shoulders, and strengthening his stance his jaw was set in a light determination. His mind clicked back to the current situation with ease and he quirked a brow. "Lucy..." He seemingly tested the name, and the utter mortal sound to it felt slightly sour to traditional Asgardian names he was so used to. "Is that your true name?" Druain knew he had sounded as if he was asking if she had yet another alias, but was simply asking why the name was so foreign. Heaving a sigh, and rubbing his temple as if he had a headache, he cocked his head lightly. "How are you views upon the mortals?" His tone was edged with a surprising sound of patience, and perhaps even a polite interest on her views. Druain knew he needed more information on her and her morals if he was to properly drag her back to his home to Asgard.


    Ooc: I can read both easily, whatever you prefer.

    Quirking an eyebrow, she gave him a look. Did he honestly care about her name and opinion, or was he trying to stall? Lucy hadn't seen him try calling for back or anything... and her vision was much sharper than most. Then again, he was a god, so maybe he knew some magic or something. She never got herself into learning about Norse mythology, but maybe she should have.
    Lucy tried to pull off that she was bored by picking at her nails
    Her claws had sheathed themselves just a little ago. "In all honesty, " she began, still looking at her nails in what looked like fascination, "that is what I believe is my name. When I awoke for the first time with my powers, I saw this on my arm, she moved her cloak to the side and motioned to a tattoo on her bicep. In cursive writing was a single word, Lucy, and a date underneath. " Having no clue as to my origin, I used this and I continue to use this as my name."
    Lucy was surprised at how much she was talking. She thought of herself as a relatively quiet person. Maybe because he was listening then she wanted to talk? That had to be the explanation. She leaned back against the car until she was practically sitting on the hood. She knew for a fact this response could be lengthy. "To me it all depends. My main rule is, to sum it up, if you punch me first I'll punch you back. I do not start fights, I finish them. I don't think it's fair to any human that they should have to deal with someone of my nature if they did not deserve it. That would just be, excuse my terminology, bullying," she crossed her arms and looked over as if her mind was somewhere else and she wasn't talking to Druain. "That's the only reason I fight for them, because many of them can't. They either don't know how or they're too scared. I don't have time to teach them or build up there confidence so fighting for them is much easier." she gave a short sigh and turned her head back to focus on the young god. "To answer your question, with rant aside, I find most humans incredibly weak. Some have courage....but I rarely see any of those anymore. They need hope in order to fight, that's the key, but they have no hope. Humans are also very selfish, most do whatever it is for themselves," there was a hidden meaning to that last sentence judging by all the resentment in her voice, but she gave a somewhat sarcastic smile, "That is what I think of mortals, any more questions?"

    [align=left][font=Andale Mono][color=black][sub]Ic: Druain watched her every move, studying her mannerisms and learning as much as he could as fast as he could. She seemed to be just as calculating as himself in such a situation. Distrust was in the air, and it was glaringly obvious. Yet, his expression was that of neutralness, and he gave a careful blink. His attention was immediately caught as she began to open up more to him. Druain was rather pleased she was an open book, but was admittedly a tad surprised when he saw her tattoo. It was rather plain compared to Jotunn and Asgardian body art, but indeed supported her statement. After a few seconds, the tall male realized she was practically droning on for an eternity, and even being a god, he didn't live that long. Small talk never was a problem, but this was a total drag. As he mentally zoned out, he made sure to look as if he was listening to her every word. An excited lump caught in his throat as he half-listened to her final statements. It was a good sign she wasn't like her avenger 'father' or whatever she had said about such and such. Eyes brightening with a bit of diabolical excitableness, his grin was slightly manic seeming, but his intentions were well. "I do believe just one more." With an almost stereotypical swish of his cape, he improved his posture, arms open welcomely. "How would feel upon joining the honorable Asgardian ranks, and lending a hand in fixing this world?" Druain's voice was louder than before, seemingly in an welcoming manner, as much as he could manage for any mortal anyways.


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    [size=7pt]Ooc: Such a guy, haha, the woman drones on and the man just kinda nods like "mhmmm, yes dear".


    Ic:Her eyes widened in surprise and she had to clench her teeth in order to keep her jaw from dropping. Then you her ears rotated and gave the impression a normal animal makes when it is angry or has heard something unpleasant. What she heard was not unpleasant, it was just rather surprising. After she had slaughtered his entire patrol group of more than 10 and managed to free any human beings with them this was how she was repayed? She was expecting some sort of threat of enslavement and that she'd have to fight him. Not the offer he had just made.
    One human instinct of hers automatically kicked in and that was to use this to her advantage. If she could get close...she's be able to learn more about the whole organization Loki was currently operating. Perhaps she could finally figure out what really had happened to the Avengers and her father. Caution was important key to this whole plan she was putting together, and if Lucy was anything (when not angry) it was cautious.
    Calculating was another thing she often was. Her hand had somehow unconsciously made it's way to her chin. Well here goes everything, please let this turn out ok she prayed. Lucy made sure she looked trusting; her posture was straight to show an air of processionalism and she was no longer gazing at him like she wanted to tear his head off. "If I did hear you correctly," she now stood instead of leaning against the car, "I accept your offer," she didn't know Asgardian customs, but she put her hand out anyway for him to shake.

    [align=left][font=Andale Mono][color=black][sub]Ic: Feeling an uncomfortable urge to wipe that look from her face, Druain shifted slightly at her surprise, now ready to fight. To his own surprise, she agreed with him offer, and a somewhat boyish smile lit his features. Yet again as it wasn't at all true, it was obvious, but it seemed maybe a tad lighter than the others before. With an elegant flourish of his cape, he took a step forward and took her hand. While he was unfamiliar with handshaking, his was very much familiar with manners. Deciding to swallow back his detestation for mortals, and try to make Lucy feel more welcome to the Laufeyson ranks; he planted a soft kiss upon her hand. As he believed that is what she desired, anyway. Druain understood he could have surprised her, as Jotunns tended to have skin cold enough to burn when touched. Judging upon the fact he only was a quarter Jotunn, his outer skin temperature could be compared to ice. Quirking a brow and taking a step back, he put his free hand to his side. "Now then," The jade-eyed god gave a hint of a smile. "let us continue to Asgard, yes?" Walking not one or maybe two feet away from her, he rapped the bottom of his staff on the ground lightly, and a few sparks seemed to spit as a portal-esqe source appeared. "Come along, Lucy. We do not have all day."


    Ooc: Sorry for the super late reply, I lost the thread. oxo"

    Ooc: It's cool


    Ic: It was pecurlar how she could go from hating the very presence of this man to almost smiling when he had, well, smiled. She was familar with the phrase 'smiling is contagious' although she never thought it was true. Maybe he could be treated as an equal....
    Then, Lucy was positive her jaw had dropped. Ok, so she had expected him not to know what a handshake was. However she had not expected him to act like all those sophisticated people do on television and kiss her hand like she was a lady. Technically she was a lady, but she was never considered one. Just a mass woman of destruction. It was refreshing to be treated differently.
    Not as refreshing as his body temperature though, goodness, his skin felt like ice! It was a relief Lucy had calmed down before or she wouldn't have noticed. Whenever her heart would quicken it's pace while mad or embarrassed, it was as if she were figuratively bursting into flames. If someone were to put a hand to her forhead, they would believe she had a fever. So she opted to just stare, forcing her mouth shut, and praying her cheeks were not reddening.
    Trying to cool herself, heh, she had almost missed what he had said until he ushered her again. "My apologizes..." she quickly muttered as she stood next to him and waited to proceed. Asgard huh? Never been anywhere except here in the US...

    [align=left][font=Andale Mono][color=black][sub]Ic: A bit of puzzlement clicked in when he noticed Lucy was dumbfounded. Perhaps he had done the wrong thing? Immediately his mindset was back in place, it didn't matter if he broke mortal customs, they were just underlings; pawns in a game of chess. Also regaining his composure, he flicked his eyes, now like ice, over to Lucy. "Ladies first." It was a test of trust, heroism, maybe good or bad morals. Druain knew he was a Laufeyson, and even he knew his family was strongly distrusted. Figuratively speaking, the tall god had a plan if Lucy was unwilling to cooperate. Seemingly going to put his hand on his hip, he felt for the hidden blade in his armor. Feeling a tad ashamed this was his only plan, he gave a tiny scowl, and furrowed his brows in frustration, but tried to keep the welcome vibe present.


    Ooc: Lucy can be really adorable

    Ooc: Lol she'd never admit


    Ic: Lucy raised one brow, watching his movements for plans of a trick. Seemingly seeing none, her eyes only narrowed a fraction before a smirk was planted on her face. "You're too kind." she replied sarcastically, turning back to face the portal.
    She was slightly suspicious, her caution had gotten this far in life so she had a good reason to trust her gut. Then again, life as she knew was full of many risks that she had to take, and this was one of them. Well here goes nothing she thought, as she stepped through slowly.
    She had expected some sort of tug of her being transported, or a bright light. Nothing greeted her eyes until she stepped a little bit more and then she was brought into the world of Asgard.


    Ooc2: Sorry for the short reply, just wanted to get things going, plus I feel like you should describe what Asgard looks like now because....well your character is the child of Loki, he's grown up here

    [align=left][font=Andale Mono][color=black][sub]Ic: In a matter of milliseconds he appeared behind her, and waited for her to gawk at the glorious spectacle that was his home. "This, is Asgard. My home." Golden and brass pillars, towers of crystalline glass towered above a sparkling lake. A palace stood tall upon the mount of the city, the steps matching the colors of the city. The sun seemed just about to set, as orange, pink and cream colored clouds drifted so for and about. Truly, it was quite the spectacle, but for the people of Asgard, it was any other evening. People seemed like tiny specks from up upon the portal's bridge. Judging upon the fact Heimdall, the official gatekeeper, was behind them, he had seen them enter. Hell, Heimdall was blind, but could see with his mind. Deciding he was in too much of a hurry for small chat, he clamped a hand firmly on Lucy's arm and gave it an unintentionally rough pat. "We must be on our way. It is getting much too late for any more hesitation." While this statement was more or less muttered just to himself, he offered the sentence loud enough for the both of them to hear, and the cold exposure of his returned as quickly as it had left.


    Ooc: Of course. Again with my late replies, I'm getting caught in family things.

    [size=6pt]Ooc: It's fine, I'm going to be busy soon because my soccer team made playoffs


    Ic: "Wow," she muttered under her breath, "this is amazing." she had to admit it was gorgeous here. She had never researched Norse mythology or the kingdom of Asgard so she had no idea what to expect.Everything looked like it was made out of gold, and suddenly Lucy all of a sudden felt selfconsious. Here she was in the kingdom of Asgard, but she looked like a ragamuffin. With her combat boots, camo pants, black tank-top, and bandaged hand with dry blood on it, the servants looked better dressed. Wait, when have I cared about my appearance? she asked herself. The real question was why she was thinking such thoughts. Lucy wanted to mentally punch herself when she realized she had tried fixing her hair.
    However all was forgotten was Druain addressed her once more by touching her. Lucy was not a touchy-feely kind person, she enjoyed her personal space and would rather it continue to be her personal space. One would wonder why she had allowed Druain to even kiss her hand if she didn't like contact, but it was because she had initiated the gesture. She was fine with people touching her when she knew when they would proceed in doing so. Lucy had no way prior of knowing so this is why she bristled.
    Throwing out her own personal cold look, she shrugged his hand off of her and stared him down. She said nothing because goodness, wouldn't he just love it if she started ordering him around? Her gaze spoke volumes of do not touch me. "Of course." she said as if in agreement with his statement. She walked slowly forward down the obvious bridge, waiting for him to cut in front her and take the lead. She could of just told him too, but she knew for a fact he wouldn't have liked that.
    And why in the h*ll do you care about his opinion?
    If I want to actually progress in the rankings then I have to care about his opinion, if I don't I may has well had stayed on Earth[/size]

    [align=left][font=Andale Mono][color=black][sub]Ic: "Isn't it?" Being closer to home made Druain feel in control, comfortable. Almost anyways. Catching her a bit zoned out, he realized Asgard could have come off as a tad intimidating. His theory was supported by the conflicted look in her eyes, and the sharpness of her movement. Her icy expression mimicked the one he had given, and the god had to admit it was maybe a tad funny she was always trying so hard. But yet, a thought entered his mind; what made him any different? His mind flooded with excuses and self-reliant phrases, the thought was pushed away and obliterated. Father had raised him to push away problems; as focusing on success was the only way to ever get anything done. Druain considered making a slick remark, but stopped as she'd already started ahead. Her pace was steady; perhaps a bit too steady. He naturally took the lead posture held proud. Jade eyes flickering over his shoulder, he gave a steady blink. "You are my cohort, not my dog. Keep up." Purposely coming off as rude, he gave a quiet huff. If she was going to join the high ranks, she'd need to learn the standards.


    Ooc: Posts may be a tad shorter as of lately. My mum is in the hospital.

    [size=6pt]Ooc: Aw I hope she feels better. Replies may also be short from me as well because my grandfather just died.


    Ic: Her gaze instantly harded and she clenched her jaw. She crossed her arms over her chest as well. He wanted her to keep up eh? Oh she could gladly do that. I'd probably trip you on the way you bastard she thought angerily. Ironically how he compared her to a dog. Oh he had no idea how literal that metaphor sounded. No matter, he'd learn about her powers soon enough. Heck, he saw her claws, and her ears plus the tail were pretty easy to spot. But not her true form, oh no it was much more deadly.
    In two quick strides she was walking next to him. Her speed had been advanced along with her senses. She didn't look at him, simply kept her eyes trained on the colorful path below her feet, her hands now clapsed behind her back. Lucy started a slow mental count to calm herself, counting how many steps she took. She had gotten to 20 before she actually looked up to see where exactly they were going. She wouldn't ask, she had a feeling that since she was considered of a lower rank that she couldn't speak out. This was one of the factors that would be no problem for Lucy, so long as she wasn't upset. Which was one of the difficult factors of this whole journey.
    She briefly wondered how her father had delt with this and then she realized, he was probably sent straight to jail or executed. She internally chuckled at the thought, if the Asgardians could try. She knew her father was practically indestructible, one of the few things she had not inherited along with his DNA.
    "Question, can I get some proper bandages for my hand and my side?" she had comepletly forgotten how much her stomach had been hurting because she had angry. Now she realized that she should probably make sure that her wounds won't get infected. Her blood as well as the chemical she had poured on her wounds would help with healing, but she still had doubt's about her healing ability.[/size]

    [align=left][font=Andale Mono][color=black][sub]Ic: Lucy seemed to be lost in thought, and was mentally brewing. Druain didn't even have to look at her, the presence was everything including ominous. Tightening his shoulders and narrowing his eyes in a more regal manner, the two slipped through the back alleyways city, leaving them separate from the other gods abiding in the golden-towered world. "This will be a common route if we visit Earth any." The god didn't give reason as to why, and kept the tid-bit of information short and sweet. The dark-haired male went silent yet again, and kept up the steady pace. His attention returned back to Lucy when she had spoken, and Druain also remembered she was injured; she had been coping very well. "We're in Asgard, you can get much better than just bandages." Half said matter of factly, and half said with a slightly rude sarcasm. The palace approached and he blinked slowly. "I will escort you to the medical bay, and the servants will show you to your bedchamber." The jade-eyed male's scowl deepened a tad. "Training will start if all goes accordingly, and it will be expected you adapt quickly to Asgardian lifestyle."


    Ooc: My condolences and well wishes, you have my prayers.

    [size=6pt]Ooc: Thank you, you're mother is in my prayers as well for a speedy recovery


    Ic: Lucy studied her surroundings, mapping the alleyway to memory as best as she could. She'd have to figure out exactly why this was used to go to Asgard in the future. For now, all she was worried about was getting some medical attention to her wounds. By what Druain had somewhat boasted about, the medical attention here was much better than it was on Asgard. Which was a relief, but she also wary about someone else fixing her wounds. Her paranoia had kept her alive for this long....
    Plus she had been used to treating herself, she had quite the medical knowledge. Which was the only reason as to why she had a jar of green goo, that worked as one would use rubbing alcohol, in her cloak's pocket. She had a lot of free time on her hands, perfect to put her knowledge to the test and experiment on what actually helped or not.
    Once he had finished, she replied with a curt yet curtius "Yes of course, thank you." If she was going to have to deal with this man along with the kingdom for a bit, she would at least have to get them to tolerate her. So, for the time being, she would tolerate them. It was obvious that the Asgardians -at least Loki, Druain and his minions- were not Lucy's favorite people in the universe. However she had learned to adapt as long as she kept her mouth shut and her anger in check. Good ol' meditation would hopefully do the trick. Hopefully[/size]

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    Is your post complete?
    Thank you.

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    Ooc: I hate to drop this in on you upon such short notice, but I'm headed off to Washington D.C tonight so I will be unable to reply to this thread for five to seven days. I apologize profusely, as I only got the news myself this morning.

    Ooc: Hey


    So it's been 13 days


    And I've seen you around, posting n' stuff on other things.


    I'm asking why, I'm simplying saying what's up? How have you been?