Hey babe saw your tweet asking for promos and chats and HERE I AM OFFERING BOTH! (This is sadrobotjesus btw this is just my main rp blog and SRJ is a sub-blog woops). Hit me up with anything you'd like to chat about! I've been talking to my friends a lot about Vision tbqh, and what it'd be like for him discovering the world and stuff. But mostly, what if Vision had a Vine.
if Vision had a Vine it’d probably be things from his expanding worldview. some things I have come up with include:
- putting mjolnir in an elevator - Sam and Rhodey arm wrestling - Wanda flight training mishaps - “But what if we microwaved it” - pranks and shenanigans, possibly perpetrated by Steve - Natasha doing deadly things completely nonchalantly - over time, a documentation of Vision and Wanda falling for each other - Vision phasing parts of his body through things
And now... the conclusion to Part 1. It goes as well as expected. Kinda. Sorta. Well, they didn't blow up the damn place.
LG: *her eye flickers to KL for a moment and then return to Frosty* As I said before, M4 is right. We must all work together. The stronger our team, the greater a chance we have at succeeding. So, Frosty, make nice. *she turns to M4* You as well. Whatever past animosity you had, it ends now. *she eyes them both* Understood?
F: I understand. There is so much animosity where there no longer needs to be. *He leans across the table some, resting his forearms on it.* Shall we banter in a friendly manner and use it as the glue to bind us? *He flicked his tongue along the contours of his lips, his eyes flickering between M4 and Lady Gen, a sardonic smile spreading on his lips.* Shall we strengthen our tenuous friendship by having a lovely threesome where I shove my engorged helm down your throats. My mind is telling me no, but for the pair of you, my body says yes. *He hissed out the "yes" baring all of his teeth.* This is what you had in mind all along Lady Gen, is it not? Bone the lot of us, minus the boy. *He waves off KL.*
M4: *He smirks inwardly at Gen's demands of the wannabe king. He only shows it externally with the smallest twitch of the corner of his mouth. His face still falls, however, when told that he and Frosty should become friends. He opens his mouth to protest, but the older Loki beats him two it. Every word out of his mouth makes him more uncomfortable and at the perverted request, the robot snaps his jaws shut tight. Optics wide and cheeks glowing pink, he turns to the warrior next to him with a crack in his voice.* Lady Gen!
KL: *he sputters and spits out most of his drink against the lid of his cup, coughing and reaching for some napkins. This is so not going well*
LG: Loki! *she says at the same time M4 says her name, glaring daggers into the man, though blushing. She turns to M4 with an apologetic look on her face, but absent of words. What could she say? After a moment, she turns back to Frosty and harshly whispers* You promised you wouldn't say a word! *turning back to M4* It happened. In a dream once… I was going to tell you, but well. *she turns back to Frosty, then back at M4, then at Frosty* Ok, enough of this, can we all just agree to be one big happy family for the duration of the mission? *she babbles out in one breathe, eager to turn the subject away from threesomes.*
F: From what I gathered in your journal, that was a very vivid dream accompanied by crude scribbles. *Sips at his drink again hiding a smirk behind the tilt of the cup.*
M4: *The subject change does very little and Gen's whispering is futile. His hearing is too good. Dreams? Journals? She fantasizes such things? He doesn't know if he should even ask later, but it's certainly not something he wants to discuss in public nor in front of any number of Lokis. He blurts out rather awkwardly* Yes, that's manageable! Good old happy family, yes! *He stands up quickly, knocking a knee against the table. He's clutching his cup, nearly breaking it.* I believe it's time to leave. It's getting hot in here. Is this what hot feels like? Yes, time to leave!
LG: *getting more and more flustered, she stands and with a hand on M4's shoulder forces him to sit again* No, we are not leaving, the temperature is fine in here. *she sits also* There is no such thing written down in any journal, especially not mine. *she smiles awkwardly* Loki merely jests, isn't that right friend, tell him you jest, he is quite the jester. *she rambles*
KL: Whookay you guys, people are totally staring. *he drums his fingers nervously on his knee, looking around and smiling apologetically to some of the patrons.*
LG: No one is staring. *She says through her teeth*
F: *Loki finally removed his sunglasses and set them neatly on the table and then pulled his hoodie off. He draped it over the arm of the couch and perked his ears. Speaking of temperature, that was on Sean Paul suddenly on the radio. Loki leaned back with a grin and with every thrusting beat of the song the trickster undid part of his shirt. Reaching inside with his thumb and forefinger he pulled out in by inch, beat by beat a nondescript brown journal. With a smirk and a few jerks of his neck to the song, he leapt up onto the table between them, a microphone appearing in his hands. The song abruptly ended with twitch of Loki's eyebrow.* Gentle mortals, lend me your good ears! *He addressed the cafe as he opened the book to a random page and gestured for all patrons to gather round.* I offer you a licentious tale between a Goddess, a God…and a machine. *Now everyone was staring.*
M4: *He sits back down with a thud and frowns pleadingly at Gen. Her reaction leads him to believe that she's not telling the truth. Oh, god. Did she really write such things about him? He makes note of Kid Loki's observation and gets even more antsy. His blush lights glow bright and he fidgets in his chair, the word "ABORT" flashing in his left optic. He snaps back upright and glares at Frosty in disbelief as the Asgardian starts unbuttoning his clothes and pulls out the book. He watches in growing horror and jumps as Loki alights the table. That's it! He can't take anymore. He can't let the god just read that sort of thing aloud, let alone even have it. Without warning, the robot throws himself at Frosty, tackling him around the waist.*
LG: *She sits back, mouth agape to see this horrid sight unfold before her. That is her journal… where, when, how did he get a hold of it? She quickly searches her bag only to find it empty of any such book, and she turns her glare on Frosty. That ass. She was well and ready to tackle him herself, but M4 beat her to it. She stands and calls out both their names in shock and disapproval, scrambling to try and pull them apart.*
KL: *Shit. He stands and gets out of the way as the two men land on the couch and knock it and themselves onto the floor. He just barely manages to not spill his drink.* Guys! Guys! For the love of… *he sets his drink down and his hands just start pulling at his own hair.*
F: *The couch tipped backwards and they both tumbled towards a table, knocking over a chair and some patrons who scrambled to get away. He grunted a few times from the force of the fall and dropped the mic sending it rolling across the floor. With his free hand he punched the robot in the head repeatedly and began reading aloud the contents of her journal.* M4 was on his knees! His past selves taking him all at once! Oh my! Really?! *Kicks at the machine trying to get him off as he continued.* Wait it gets better! I release my seed down your eager throat! You seem to be human in this by the way. *Stops punching him long enough to snap his fingers and turn him human, AGAIN.* Like sooooo.
M4: *Gen's efforts only amount to her occasionally yanking a shoulder back, but the bot is quickly clawing at the older Loki again. He doesn't hear Kid Loki, only the loud metallic clang of Frosty's fist repeatedly hitting him. His cheeks glow bright pink as the Asgardian starts reading aloud and his voice screeches digitally.* No, stop! Stop reading! *Frosty's retaliations are nearly futile and the robot leans onto his foot to try to pin him. M4 tries to shove the mischief maker's face into the floor with one hand while the other reaches for the book. Tiny rockets fire from his wrist as he prepares to disconnect his hand to snatch the book, but M4 jumps with a start as he feels the need to suck in a breath. He feels the wind knocked out of him, though, as Loki's kicking finally takes effect. He rolls onto the floor on his side, arms wrapped around his midsection pathetically as he gasps for air.*
KL: *People are scattering and scrambling to leave the shop, some even start calling 911 and oh crap we can have any of that. With a wave of his hands, everyone's cellular connection in the building drops to zero. Can't have any videos of this shit leaking out just yet. Ok, control, contain. What next? Oh… oh no…*
LG: Would you… stop! No! No more of this! Ah! *she tries to get a word in, but she's too engrossed in trying to pull them apart. She quickly finds it to be quite difficult, not being able to properly hold on to either of them. Suddenly, M4 is gasping. Wait. Gasping? Oh gods, Frosty has turned him human. Fantastic, great, wonderful, just what they needed. She kneels down and places her hand to M4's shoulder, turning her sneer on Frosty* Loki, you ass! *she stands, walks over M4's body and lands a vicious kick to Frosty's jaw, sending him spinning into some chairs*
KL: *Shit, no, fuck, this just might be getting worse. Can't have two angry asgardians in the same building, they'll level the damn place. Ok, thinking fast time, you can do this Loki, you can do this.* Uh, uh, guys hey HEY! *he steps between LG and Frosty, holding his hands out towards Frosty* Ollie is totally sleeping with AU. *oh, no, wait. He blinks. That isn't what he wanted to say at all.*
F: *Anyone trying to exit the shop finds the doors are locked tight. Wouldn't want to lose his audience now would we? Oh no he was starting to enjoy this way too much and completely ignored LG's words or advances. He laughs impishly and holds the book just out of reach when M4 tries to grab at it, watching with wicked delight as his spell takes effect.
With a grin he rolled quickly, intent on straddling the human M4, but he was met with a kick to the jaw that sent the trickster spiraling across the cafe, breaking a table, no two until he landed hard in a stacked pile of chairs, breaking most of them. Loki finally let go of the book mid flight. Humans scattered, clambering over or around the counter, running for the emergency exit in the back of the building.
Frosty lay there for half a second covered by chairs and trying to recall the last time anyone had hit him so hard and then his lips twitched upwards and a laugh welled and escaped him. He heard KL while he pushed the chairs away and pulled himself up to his feet, but he brushed it off quickly. The kid was probably just making things up to get his attention.* Ah, Lady Gen..*He rubbed at his jaw a moment.* Why would you stop us from bonding? Is that not what you wanted? We were finally getting somewhere.
M4: *He's overwhelmed by the commotion of people desperately trying to flee and Gen taking over fighting Loki. He coughs and slowly rolls over onto his elbows, light headed and still struggling to breathe. He swallows hard and looks up, gray blue eyes trying to focus. Kid Loki is saying something and he glances to the boy, but it looks like Gen has finally subdued the trickster. Then, he heard the laugh and it made his now existing blood boil. Staggering to his own feet, he grabbed the remains of a chair and lifted it with the intent to knock the living day lights out of Loki's skull. His voice is a little scratchy as manages to yell out.* Change me back! *He turns to Kid Loki, too, the humiliation and anger easy to see on his face.* Change me back, now!
KL: *LG looks like she's about to go off on Frosty again, so he lays his hand on her shoulder, looking over at M4 when demands are made from the sorry now-human-bot. Oh great he's got a chair. He then quickly turns to Frosty, then to LG, then back to M4* Just. Wait. A god damn minute. *he sounds exasperated. Adults. Can they do nothing right?* Mark, you're gonna have to sit tight for a sec because I am so not turning you back into a fully weaponized robot in the middle of a coffee shop, full of civilians, mind you, when you're just about ready to nuke a guy.
And Ma, really? You're not helping, go stand by your boyfriend.
LG: *That only earns him a wide eyed glare, the kind that says "Did you just fucking tell me what to do?"*
KL: … Please go stand by your boyfriend? *he tries again, looking really really sorry*
LG: *After a moment, she complies, gently lowering M4's arm, the one holding the chair, all the while glaring at both her son and Frosty*
KL: *turning back to frosty* Dude, this is so the opposite of a team building exercise. *he inches a little bit closer to him* And besides, I totally wasn't lying about Ollie. Yeah, I know you were thinking it. I saw AU walk out of your building, and he made no effort to hide what he had done. *he shrugs* I'm thinking maybe you should go take care of that instead of, you know, getting us thoroughly kicked out and banned from one of my favorite coffee shops. Thanks for that.
F: *As the boy inched closer he waved a hand sharply and zippered KL's mouth shut* I never asked to do any /team/ building with this rag tag lot you snot nosed welp. *He hissed as heat rushed to his head. Overcome with rage he appeared ready to do more damage and then his eyes darted to the floor, back to the boy, and over to LG and M4. The longer he lingered on the thought of OL, a faint ringing began and grew louder in his head. He believed the boys words, and then, he released the breath he inhaled and collapsed back onto the piled of chairs. The magic on M4 faded and his body shifted back to normal. The self proclaimed God, lay there quietly staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression. Another minute passed and he finally spoke up and addressed KL.* Thank you, for confirming my suspicions. *There was no way he was going to apologize for his behavior, however the magic holding the boy's lips closed faded away with a sigh from Frosty's lips.*
*Meanwhile, the humans were collectively hiding in the kitchen area and in the back rooms of the coffee shop. In the distance the sounds of sirens could be heard, but it was hard to say whether they were coming to this establishment, or rushing to another disaster.*
M4: *He's about ready to blow a now metaphorical gasket as KL orders him back, but the boy's words sink in. He casts a look at the fleeing humans and frowns nervously. Miss Stark won't be happy when she catches wind that he was part of this... nor BB. He looks over to Gen when she disarms him, she now very easily much stronger than him. He gives her a lost frown, a bit disappointed that he's not getting the opportunity to beat the snot out of Frosty. It's certainly been a long time coming, but even as a human, the bot's programming to do no harm wins out.*
*This subject change is unexpected to M4, but not as unexpected as how easily Frosty ends his little prank and changes him back. He drops the chair completely and looks over himself to make sure everything is back in place, tugging a little at his clothes. He eyes the two male Asgardians, unable to help the smallest twitches at the corners of his mouth. He can't really say he's surprised at such a rumor.*
KL: *ok, rude much. He tries to undo Frosty's magic but finds that he can't so opts for crossing his arms instead. But upon seeing his older self's mood diminish considerable… he started to feel pretty lame about the whole situation. He also sighs, his hands instead finding the pockets of his jeans, giving a curt nod, feeling the magic lifted from his lips* Yeah. Any time.
LG: *For her part, she is relieved to see M4 back to his usual self, but hearing of OL's infidelity, though completely unsurprising, diminishes her anger. Everything is still and quite, like the aftermath of battle, the sound of the chair falling being the only sound aside from hushed mummers and the wale of sirens now quickly approaching. But most disheartening is Loki, sitting there amongst the scattered chairs. She glances up at M4 and thinks she's imagined him smiling at Loki's expense, so she frowns. This was never going to work.* Loki… we should go, before we cause more trouble. I am sorry. *what else is there to say? She walks over to her son, and places a hand on his shoulder, then looks back to M4* Would you like to join us? Or have you some business to attend to?
F: *Sitting up in the messy pile, Loki plucked a spoon up from the floor and chucked it at M4's head. The usual dead accuracy of his aim was off on this throw and it missed the bot by inches. Not that it would have done any damage had it hit.* Of course, Lady Gen. *The Jotun replied coldly while pulling himself up to his feet. He composed himself, brushing away chair bits and straightening his hair, carefully hiding his embarrassment, though maybe not as well as he'd hoped. His confidence was rattled a little, but he still stood tall, head held high, expression carefully schooled and calm. Turning away from everyone he walked towards the door of the coffee shop, stepping lightly over any debris and walked out without another word, the door closing behind him. Some confused patrons began peeking over counters. The doors were finally unlocked!*
M4: *The silence easily grows unsettling for the bot. He turns a guilty, but wary eye to the other patrons of the shop, subtly stepping closer to Gen's side. He tugs his hood back up over his head to hide his clearly not human face. He jolts slightly and turns to his Lady when acknowledged. He starts nodding, then hastily changes to shake his head.*
*Something whizzes by his head and the bot immediately becomes defensive again. He glares down at Loki and squares his shoulders as the other man stands, clenching his fists in anticipation. The Jotun is leaving, though, and M4's black optic displays a puzzled question mark. Both eyes narrow a little suspiciously. Even with the heavy topic at hand, he can never be too careful around the trickster. Seeing the mortals starting to emerge from hiding, though, he agrees to follow the older Loki's suit. He takes Gen's hand and grabs KL's sleeve, leading them to the door with just enough berth between them and Frosty.* Let's go.
I... I do not understand. What have I done to you, it has been months since last we saw each other, much less spoken. I am trying to save you... *her voice breaks* What has that devil done to you?
A man, a woman, a teen, and a robot walk into a coffee shop. This sounds like the beginnings to a bad joke. LG tries to sort out the negativity between M4 and Frosty, and things don't really go as she'd planned.
*A message is sent to two different phones, owned by two different persons: One is a prince-turned-villain who failed miserably at taking over midgard, the other a humble if lame robot whose sole purpose in life he has failed to accomplish. The message read: Meet me at [insert cafe of choice here] at noon. Bring only yourself. Also, simple dress. It's to do with the Gems. -LG*
F: *He read the text, scowling at it. When he showed up at the cafe, he wore a green hoodie, jeans, converse and a pair of pretty rad sun glasses.*
M4: *His reaction is a mix of concern and dread, but he flies off immediately. He makes note to not land precisely in front of the shop, so he chooses to land across the street instead. Well, that might not have been a better idea. Slipping back on his loafers, he adjusts the collar of a very new looking coat and hides his complexion the best he can. Paired with the corduroy pants he still wears despite his daughter asking him not to, it's definitely too hot for that nonsense.*
* It is a spacious place, with a large patio area just outside crowded with tables shaded by umbrellas. Inside, the cafe is bustling. There is something of a crowd gathered, many people already seated on the couches scattered about the "stage area", which isn't so much a stage as it is a cleared space of floor. Music from the live performance can be heard from outside, and as the two men step in, they will find that it is LG, seated on a stool in front of a mic, a teenager beside her playing a guitar as she sings. She is smiling, and having a good time as the patrons of the cafe woot and whistle sporadically. *
LG: "…When you get knocked down you gotta get back up…" [link]
F: *The God seated himself on a couch, legs splayed. As the crowd began singing along with her, he cringed a little. Ew, mortals in hopeful unison.*
M4: *He comes just far enough behind and jumps at the louder than usual noise of the shop. He bumps back against the wall near the entrance and tugs his collar up more, blinking at the stage. Recognizing who's performing on it, his interest is piqued. A corner of his mouth twitches upward as he looks on, paying more attention to her singing than those in chorus around her.*
LG: *As the song starts to reach it's end and more and more join in on the song, some dancing even, she too stands and starts dancing along. As she finishes, people clap and laugh along with her, and she takes something of a bow. The teen sets his guitar aside and joins her. She looks around and spots Loki first, though it's odd seeing him in anything other than his formal pants and jacket. After a quick scan of the place, she spots M4 as well, She waves him over first as she and the teen walk towards Frosty.* Glad to see you've got my text. *she says to the god*
KL: *the teen sticks out his tongue and, closer now than before, it's easy to tell that it is in fact KL*
F: *It was so hard not to miss M4 in that attire and his attention was drawn from the chorus and LG to the fashion disaster admiring the Goddess. Really? Was he that enamored? He sits forward resting his arms on his thighs, scrutinizing the machine with a disgusted look on his face. He sat back with a groan and a roll of the eyes. As the show ended he afforded one small golf clap and when they approached him, he finally smiled pleasantly. Sure, he was glad to be here. Fake it till you make it. The teen caught his eye and he gave the boy a knowing smirk, lowering his shades to get a look at him, then tilting them back up to hide his eyes. -What a brat-, he thought.* Please tell me I'm here for more than just your performance.
M4: *He claps quietly from his corner, keeping it soft so no one has to hear the odd sound of the polymer and metal clanging against one another. He perks up when she beckons him and starts to smile as he complies, but stops dead when he spots the greasy haired man. His face screws up in disgust and he steps back, now stubbornly reluctant to approach them. He sends LG a text instead.* [txt] Should I come back later? -VM4
LG: Of course you are. *she says to Frosty, but, upon receiving the text and reading it, she rolls her eyes.* One moment. *she walks over to M4, because really, they're like 4 feet away. She takes his hand, not really wanting to hear any objections. Going by his face, though, he seems to be coming up with a few.* Come now, Dear, no need to make a scene here. *she begins to tug him towards Frosty and KL*
KL: *For his part, he stays were he stands, hands on his hips.* Don't you look nice today, older me. *his voice is different too. He's been hard at work practicing his shape shifting, among other things* And oh so glad to be here. In public. Surrounded by mortals.
F: It isn't as though I've never mingled with mortals before my younger self. I am capable of appreciating them once in a while. *Just not today. His eyes slowly look over to M4, narrowing behind the dark shades. Was he really necessary the God wondered and yet he moved over on the couch and gestured for the bot to have a seat /beside/ him, offering up a fake friendly smile.*
M4: *He straightens as Gen approaches him and his hand is stiff in hers. He frowns childishly down at her.* I won't. *His feet are heavy as he's led to where the one of way too many Lokis is... and the child version. He glances only briefly at KL, but eyes Frosty. His nose wrinkles and his left optic gives away that he's thinking of literally every little detail about the god that bothers the robot, walls of text scrolling through the black display. He jumps when Frosty moves over and looks even more disgusted and confused. He actually feels the need to look to KL and LG for guidance in this situation.*
LG: *That's not a good sign. Frosty may be changed, but he's still a dickhole. The pleading look on M4's face says it all. This was probably a shit idea, but they're already here so, she'll make this work if it levels a small town. Which, in all fairness, it might. She turns to KL*
KL: *He only shrugs, looking between the three of them. He gives M4 and sympathetic look, the kind that says "sorry bro, if I were you I'd be rethinking my choice in women but hey, whatcha gonna do this far down the road, know what I mean?"
LG: *She signals with her eyes for KL to take the seat Frosty has offered, as she guides M4 to take a seat across from the two Lokis instead.*
KL: *he shots her a look, then sighs, rolls he eyes, mumbles a* Really? *under his breath and plops down gracelessly beside his older self.*
F: *The Robot looking for guidance on this serious seating matter made him smirk and shrug as they played musical chairs. When his younger self flopped beside him he folded his arms, drew in a deep breath and exhaled sharply.* I don't care to linger long, so tell me, why did you /assemble/ us all here. Surely it wasn't just for drinks. *Come to think of it, he wanted to order one.*
M4: *His brow lowers at Kid!Loki, but stiffly sits down in the seat indicated to him by Lady Gen. He's only slightly relieved to see the boy taking his place on the couch, but optics stay narrowed warily at the older version. He mumbles under his breath after Loki's inquiry.* I'm hoping it is.
LG: Not just drinks. *she cuts them both off.* We are here to iron out a few wrinkles, mainly between the two of you. *she points at them both* Our last meeting went… as well as expected, but if this is going to work, if we are going to work, there needs to be peace between us. All of us. *she shots them a level look, * So, that is why you two are here, specifically.
F: *It was definitely a good time to get up and order a drink.* I've no reason to like or dislike the machine anymore. *Yet, he still hated him anyway.* I'm willing to kiss and make up if he is. *He removed his shades and as he sets them on the table between them, he leans forward enough to make a kissy face at the robot, then moves away to head to the counter and order some tea.*
M4: *The robot sits up straight with a rather childish sneer. An intervention? Really? This is necessary? He couldn't go the rest of his existence hating the wannabe king? He shoots Frosty a disgusted look, which grew more suspicious when the Asgardian claimed to neither like nor hate him. He opens his mouth to dispute it, but Frosty's flirtatious action (however mocking it was) made the bot jump and press back in his chair like a cornered animal. He grips the frame behind him and does not relax once the older Loki leaves. He gives a desperate glance to Kid!Loki and Gen, his voice quiet.* I don't think this is a very good idea, my Lady.
LG: *She gives M4 a tired look, and sighs. She won't admit it but she's starting to agree with him. However, she's determined to make this work, one way or another.* We'll see. *she says to him, kissing his cheek as she stands, walking over to the counter and joining Frosty. She harshly whispers to him, scowling* This would all work out so much smoother if you didn't insist on antagonizing him.
KL: *while all these exchanges are happening, KL leans forward, elbows on his knees, and crosses his fingers together. He watches Frosty stand, then LG, and twists his head around to make sure there's some distance between them all. He turns back around and leans towards M4, his voice quiet.* You know, I don't know what beef you and my older self have, but it would be nice if you stopped attaching those sentiments to me. *he shrugs, makes a face* I mean, sure we my kinda look the same, and I guess from a genetic stand point were essentially identical, but we're different people. I already have to put up with all the negative connotation that guy's given to the name Loki. It'd be cool if I didn't have to deal with that here. *another shrug and he leans back, hands in his lap* Just saying.
F: *At the counter, he's busy timing how long his tea should be steeping before he'll add any honey. After the Goddess scolds him, he side eyes M4 from where he stands, then turns his attention back to his tea, adding two perfect spoonfuls of honey.* It's just a bit of fun. You're all so serious, especially the robot. I'd say he wasn't programmed for fun but you'd know better than I. *He took a sip to make sure it was just right.* Mm perfect. *Certain she was still scowling at him, he turned his head and scowled back at her, but only for a moment, then he smiled.* Alright, I'll behave. *For as long he could stand to, and he walked back over to the couch, sitting down quietly, sipping at his tea.*
M4: *He lightly flinches at the kiss and finally relaxes into his chair. He watches her leave and a frown tugs at his mouth again to see her even near Frosty. He was planning eyeing them the entire time, but Kid!Loki speaking up makes him turn abruptly to the boy. He jerks his head back and sneers lightly at the accusations, but replies deadpan.* My apologies, young Master Loki. It is rather hard to shake the fact that you stole from my creator and have sort of left my daughter out to dry. She--- *He quickly trails off as Frosty returns and readjusts himself in his chair, sitting up straighter. He had apparently started slouching when speaking to the child.*
KL: So that's what she told you, huh? *he grins, but his eyes look… pained. He wants to clear this up, but later. Now, it's time to watch the inevitable meltdown between his older self and M4*
LG: *for her part, she watches them out of the corner of her eye, as she gets a drink for herself and one for M4. She knows he can't drink it, but… it would be rude not getting him something, right? Whatever. She orders and waits for her drinks*
F: *After a long minute had passed he was starting to wonder if orders were backed up. Where was she? He didn't want to be left here with his younger self and M4. For now he kept his eyes off of either one of them and focused on his tea. Really though, it didn't take long for him to open his mouth.* Are you and she really...because I thought you had a thing for someone else, or maybe I'm thinking of the wrong person or someone who had a thing for you. I don't know. I don't really keep up with your sordid love life.
M4: *He was expecting Gen to come back right after Frosty. He fidgets as the milliseconds tick by and looks over at her, like a leashed dog impatiently waiting for their owner. He hears her order two drinks and a question mark appears in his black optic. Hearing the older of the Lokis speak up, though, it disappears and he turns back to the god. He gives him a perturbed sneer and crosses his legs at the knee.* I would rather you didn't, so what is happening between Lady Gen and I is none of your concern.
KL: Oh boy. *he mutters and tries to cut the tension* So, how about those gems, huh? Talk about powerful. *he laughs nervously. That probably didn't work at all.*
LG: *she can feel the tension escalating, like two wires about to snap. Where are those damn drinks?*
F: *Sets his tea down and relaxes into the couch, legs spread wide.* I suppose whatever has happened or is happening between her and I is none of your concern either.
M4: *The boy's words do go completely ignored. The bot folds his hands on his knees as they twitch, contemplating sitting just as unbecoming as the god. He could probably sit with his legs wider. The circular display swirls and zooms as it calculates the gap. No, that's ridiculous. He pushes the thought aside. Loki's words were more important. He purposefully makes his voice deadpan again, more robotic than usual.* Yes, the whole Base caught wind of that one. It was rather unfortunate for everyone involved... and could quickly become unfortunate again if you are implying something.
KL: Oh my gods. *he runs his hands through his hair, his knee bouncing up and down. This is no good, oh jeez. He tries again* Why don't we all forget about that unfortunate little incident and focus on the present instead, hm????
LG: Oh crap. *she taps on the counter* Those drinks, if you please! *the baristas only ask her to be patient.*
F: *He rolled his eyes at that and waved him off.* Where I'm from, no one would have batted an eye at such a casual encounter. *Eyes squinting, the trickster's lips pursed into a tiny smile.* You're programmed with such mortal emotions. *His smile got smaller somehow* It's hard to tell how much smaller she's become with her clothes on, isn't it?
M4: *He now shoots Kid!Loki a stern look for his attempts to interrupt. Frosty's actions, however, offend him and his hands curl into fists around one another. He answers shortly.* Well, you're here now. *The subject change details him and he gives the older god a puzzled, skeptical look. He turns it over the LG at the counter and his brow knits in concern.* She'll get better.
LG: *She waves from her spot at the counter when M4 looks up at her, blows him a kiss for good measure. Finally the baristas hands her the drinks.* Finally. *she says…. oh. Wait. This isn't what she ordered. Her name is on the cups though. She covers her face and is almost tempted to order again, but decides better of it, picking up both cups awkwardly in her arm. She returns, handing M4 one of the cups.* I know you can't drink it, but… I didn't want to be rude, or make you feel excluded or, well. *she shuts up, and sits down, taking a sip out of her own cup*
KL: *Before LG returns, he gets stuck on something Frosty had said. He completely ignores the look M4 gave him.* You know, he is pretty human isn't he? I mean, you've met Sylvia, right, she's pretty human too. And, I've been thinking for a while, just tossing ideas around and… there's a soul in that mechanical body, isn't there? *he leaves it at that as LG brings back some drinks.*
LG: *after another sip, she looks at KL* Your drink is on the counter, I couldn't carry it, could you? *she makes a gesture for him to go get it.*
KL: Right. *he's up and gone in a second, fussing with his own drink*
F: Yes, of course. You are so taken by her that I am surprised, while swimming in your affections you haven't bothered to build her a new arm to compensate for the missing one. *The God's attention was then drawn away from the Robot for the moment by his young twin's remark, and he let his gaze drift to him. A soul/ life force being bound to another object was nothing unheard of for the elder God. He had to admit with nothing more than a look that he was impressed by the boy and perhaps didn't pay him enough attention or give him enough credit.* I have only met Sylvia on a few occasions, but I agree. She is very human as well. *As the boy leaves to fetch drinks, he carefully watches LG fuss over the robot. It was sickeningly adorable and he couldn't hold in the small laugh rising in his throat as he took another sip of his tea.*
M4: *He blinks and waves back at LG meekly, not expecting her to notice him. His hand lowers and he frowns upon hearing KL's observation and Frosty's jab. He shoots the older god a look and quietly snaps back.* She is fine the way she is--- *He cuts off as his attention lingers on LG and her struggle to hold two cups. He frowns guiltily.* ---but I plan to help her. *He is about to jump to his feet to help her, but she's already back at their gathering. He takes his cup with a question mark flashing in his black optic, but he doesn't refuse the offer.* Um--- Thank you, Lady. *He simply holds the cup between his hands, feeling the warmth of it, but not having any clue what it actually is. He looks up and sneers at Frosty's laugh.* What?
LG: *she glares at Frosty, not wanting to hear any more sass from him about their relationship. She drinks, not once taking her eye off of him.*
KL: *Oh jeez, there goes his fucking drink. He apologizes to the poor barista that has to clean up the mess and he orders another one. He eyes the three carefully from where he stands.*
F: Oh nothing...*The self proclaimed God's eyes minded everyone, flickering between them all. Good heavens, his little reflection was really clumsy, what the hell. Sitting back, he seemed put in his place by Lady Gen's glare and wasn't about to give the pair any more sass, only drink his tea before it got too cold for him to enjoy. No, wait, he still wanted to go off, oops, and he addressed Lady Gen.* Do you really think it will feel excluded if you do not bring it a drink? I simply do not understand this need of yours to bring a machine something that it cannot enjoy. It is borderline offensive. *Oh right Mark four is in the room.* Do you derive any enjoyment out of such simple pleasures? *Such a question would seem perfectly innocent coming out of Thor, but from Loki it just makes him sound like an asshole.*
M4: *Optics narrow disdainfully. It certainly didn't sound like it was nothing. The bot jumps, however, at KL's mishap and stares after the boy. He contemplates getting up to help, but doesn't want any attention from anyone else here outside of his party. However, he could certainly do without the attention of one with him. He turns back to the Asgardians when Frosty raises his question. A frown tugs at the corners of his mouth and he clutches his drink, feeling the warmth of it. He disliked being referred to like an object and Loki trying to put guilt in Lady Gen. He jolts slightly when finally addressed and his expression sours. He purposefully sits closer to LG and answers resolutely.* Yes. I know she means well.
LG: Him. *she glares pointedly at Frosty* You will refer to Mark as 'him'. Is that clear? *Frosty's behavior is starting to drift into dangerous territory. For him, at least.* I need you both to work together. It is imperative to this team and to my relationship with both of you. You, who are my friend *she says to Loki.* And you, who are my lover. *she says to M4, kissing him on the cheek tenderly.*
KL: Woah, did I make it back in time to catch the show? *he climbs over the couch, plopping down with his drink in one hand.* Are you two friends yet? Can we actually do some gem hunting now? *he points between M4 and Frosty, eyeing them suspiciously.*
F: *What a nervous machine, he found it endlessly fascinating and entertaining whenever M4 jumped or fidgeted in his seat. For a moment he likened his existence to magic. A construct, just like OL, but in a different way. That didn't make him like the bot anymore than he did though. He frowned when M4 frowned, rolling his eyes upward and back, as if to say "Poooor baby.". Lady Gen's chiding earned a snort from him. Oh geez, did she just kiss his cheek tenderly in front of him? Sickening.* I will call him Wade if I want and what do rust face and I need to work together on precisely? I gave out assignments so I wouldn't have to deal with the food processor. *He didn't even notice KL's triumphant return.*
M4: *He's a bit relieved when LG defends him, despite the mocking look from Loki. He can correct and complain all he wants, but Frosty would more likely listen to her. Maybe. He still doesn't really enjoy the idea of needing to be on this team with the mischief maker and dislikes even more that Lady Gen still refers to him as a friend. The thought is pushed aside temporarily, though, as the Asgardian openly refers to him as her lover. He glows pink and bows his head. He winks an eye shut when kissed, but a goofy little smile twitches the corners of his mouth. He doesn't even hear Kid Loki as the boy returns, only giving him a quick glance and "blushing" even brighter at the thought that other people just saw Gen kiss him. It's still a notion he's very unused to and in the back of his processors, he worries about just who sees any sorts of affections he has for Gen. Frosty speaking up again gets his mind back on track, though. Well, whatever crazy track they were even on. He grimaces at the name Wade, hating it immediately. His response is made almost just for the sake of disagreeing with Loki.* We must continue communications and teamwork as we continue collecting the gems.
LG: Exactly. *she agrees with M4 then turns back to Frosty* Would you kindly zip your howling screamer. *her glare could not get more vicious. She lets it fall with a sigh. This was getting nowhere quickly*
KL: I take it that's a no on the friendship thing. *he keeps sipping at his drink.*
