Lost on Earth
‘Where am I?’
That was the first thought to enter Olive’s head as she took in these strange surroundings she had suddenly found herself in. The ground seemed to be made of solid rock, and the buildings towered high above her head. It was obviously night, yet the area was lit by many sources, pouring from windows and poles on the streets. There were not many people around, but they all wore strange clothing, so different to the dress she wore. They all sent her quizzical looks, and she was overcome by a sense of panic. She looked around frantically and darted to a place she deemed worthy of hiding, a dark alley not to far off.
Unpleasant smells assaulted her senses, and the filth would normally have disgusted her, but she was too busy trying to compose herself, tears rolling down her face as the overwhelming realisation that she was no longer in her own world hit her. She backed against the wall and let out a strained sob.
She never cried, but she couldn’t stop the sorrowful sounds escaping her. Just where had she ended up?
Disappointment was his dominant emotion as he observed the city he almost destroyed. The society had survived the attack in a way he couldn’t have predicted. Perhaps I underestimated them. He sighed audibly and slumped down onto an isolated bench. “Damn Midgardians.” he muttered and ran his hand over his slick black hair, thinking he had made much more of an impact on this small part of the world. This time will be different.
He sighed once more before sitting up straight to watch the dull creatures with such hatred. Even though he had disguised himself, he still felt slightly uneasy being so out in the open when his brother was out there. But he knew the humans wouldn’t recognise him. His cover was safe; for now.
From The Ground Up || Frosthawk RP
The god did not know how long he had been laying in this spot, staring up at the nights sky while taking note of how empty it seemed. It was so dark, but stars littered the nights sky, filled it to the brim… Still, it was dark to him, not at all like the sky’s of Asgard. He had grown used to darkness though, as terrible as that sounded.
Finally, he sat up, unable to keep a groan from escaping his throat. Sore, sore all over his body. He knew he was close, he’d been trying to keep an eye on things from Asgard, planning his escape, but he had needed to rush things… The trickster got to his feet, brushing himself off and turning to head towards the lights on the horizon.
This place was dry, barren, a desert. This certainly was not in his favor really, he remembered this place, it was from a few years ago, from when Thor fell to Midgard. The deserts of New Mexico. He knew little of this place, but had seen it from when he had been at the throne. Why the marksman was here once more, he did not know, but he did know that he needed to locate him. It would be terrible luck should someone else fall upon him before he reached Barton.
He was able to slip into the small town easily, taking note of just how few people seemed to live here, it must be a small settlement, perhaps somewhere between a few hundred to a thousand. It would not be difficult to locate where the archer resided, that familiar aura drawing him closer…
He came to the building, using his magic to flip the window’s lock from the outside and slip in, shutting it silently behind him. It was dark, perhaps he was not here at the moment, but the area was thick with his energy… Yes, this was the place he needed to be if he wished to have an encounter with the marksman.
Perhaps though… he should sit down, he was feeling somewhat drained after his fall from Asgard. Drained from the powerful magicks he had needed to call forth in order to reach this plane…
He let out a tired sound, slumping down against the wall beneath the window, and waited…
RP with asklokilove last six posts i have. went through both blogs, there is no more
Loki picks Einar up and holds him tight, he then chanted a spell and they were suddenly in Loki’s chamber, he put Einar down and flopped onto the bed “That drained me more than I thought it would”
Einar gasped as he was picked up and curled up in his arms. He jerked in shock when they suddenly appeared in Loki’s chamber and blushed, stepping back a little as he was put down. “Wow… that… wow…” he mumbled before moving over, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Sorry…”
“It has been a while since I used that spell” Loki said as he placed his hands ontop of his stomach, he glanced at Einar “Come, lay down with me”
Einar nodded some as he listened before blushing, shifting to lie next to Loki, on his side to face him. “I… you kiss me a lot…” he mumbled.
“I know I do, I can’t help it” Loki smiled at his young friend laying beside him.
Einar shifted a little, curling up on his side. “No no, it’s okay… I… I like when you kiss me… it… makes me feel… i don’t know, different… but why can’t you help it…?” He asked curiously, “surely there are lots of people you could kiss…”
(((Re-offering since no-one replied to it earlier)))
Loki`s escape and entrance into midgard had been violent and unforgiving , the foul creatures he had dealt with in the foreign planets he had visited had been on his tail and he could not fight with his severely depleted power. The portal he had managed to escape through had been painful and draining to almost the point of death, but he was desperate.
The portal swirled around him and vanished, leaving him alone on a supposedly deserted street. He dropped to his knees as he emptied his stomach of anything and everything. It was a mix of blood and sick as he wiped his mouth, feeling dizzy and disoriented and he was not even sure if midgard was where he landed.
ally517-and-loki || RP
“i’m going out mom! be back later” she yelled as she ran out the front door. Mia needed the fresh air to help clear her head of her visions. her mind was surprisingly quiet today, which doesn’t happen quite often. it doesn’t ever sit well with her, it usually mean some bad was going to happen that see couldn’t see before it happens. she walks into the park, the place she prefers to go, to escape from anything negative in her life. that is until she saw an injured man sitting under a tree. slowly but cautiosly Mia walk towards him. “h-hello, are you alright…?”
Tony woke up in his least favorite place. He didn’t even have to open his eyes to know where he was. The light was too bright behind his eyelids to go unnoticed and he could smell how sterile it was. Obviously, he was in the hospital. Again.
Groaning, he opened his eyes and immediately regretted it. He had a pounding headache. When he tried to move, his entire body protested. He felt like he got hit by a truck.
Tiger had no fucking clue what he was doing. He’d never actually left the house, or really gone into the outside world on his own or with some sort of way to get back in contact with the others at the house. Yet here he was, on the side of the road, walking in the pouring rain, and soaked to the bone. The only things he’d left behind in the house was his phone, a bloodied knife, and a trail of blood droplets leading to the wide open front door. The hand he’d cut open had only just stopped bleeding. He had no clue what he was doing or where he was going. He was just walking, aimlessly. His body was shaking and he felt weak. What he wasn’t aware of is that his body was cold and the loss of blood coupled with no food was making him weak.
He was tired as well. And he hated that feeling. Feeling fatigue when there was a time he never got tired. He just stopped where he stood on the side of the road and slowly sinks to the ground, crouched and huddled, holding on to himself. He found his body just couldn’t keep going. He was cold, tired, hungry, and suffering from minor blood loss. He was aware that what he was doing was certainly not the best of ideas, but just being stuck in that house…. it drove him mad. That and he just felt… unwelcome, looked over, and unwanted.
So he left.
And now he was here.
Dancing With the Avengers (closed rp)
Bruce had finally managed to throw off Tony for the time, having retreated to one of the lesser used floors. He wasn’t sure if anyone used this one, but he’d rather deal with anyone but Stark. The man was driving him crazy with his raving about the next big party. Bruce slumped down on a couch with a book and a cup of tea.
Highschool A!U ((Open RP))
The day had started out normally for 16 year old Steve Rogers. It was only 10:25AM and he had been tormented by Obadiah Stane, the school bully, and his group of flunkies to the point he was huddled against the wall in the bathroom, crying. Steve had a hyper-extended elbow, two deep gashes(one on his arm and one on his leg) a severely sprained ankle. Stane and two of his more muscled goons entered the bathroom. Stane kicked Steve pretty hard, causing a whimper to escape the boy’s lips. The more muscled boys jerked Steve to his feet harshly. Stane punched him in the stomach a few times before leading his group members to the last stall. The two stronger boys pushed Steve’s head into the toilet while Stane flushed it. Steve felt worthless as the water started going up his nose and down his throat, virtually drowning him.