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fandomtownies2009-03-11 09:40 am
MHA Poolside, Wednesday Early Afternoon
The first indication that Loki had that something was wrong was the unbearable sound of claws against his window at way too fucking early. The second indication was that said window was nearly blacked out with...he didn't even want to think about what that was.
Stalking outside and into the midst of a fucking invasion of some sort, all Loki could do was grimace and bitch about how he'd wanted to fucking relax. Of course, some fucking...thing took immediate exception with his bitching (it was not karma) and swooped at him, claws digging into his shirt and stomach painfully for a minute before Loki got his bearings back and punched the thing in the face a few times to dislodge it. The harpy stumbled backwards, shrieking hideously while Loki examined his now torn shirt and the red scratches on his stomach. Thank fuck for fast healing.
"You fucking bitch, you ripped my shirt." The harpy shrieked in reply, almost daring him to bring it on. And, well, Loki was powerless to resist a challenge. He had no flaming sword, he had no gun but he had himself and he used that weapon to get up a head of steam so he could charge the harpy, plow into it and take it down into the pool with him.
Drowning the damn thing would work. It had to work. And, after several long seconds of twitching and more scratches, the harpy stilled and Loki left it there to swim to the surface where more harpies were already descending.
"Fuck this day," he said, climbing out of the pool, soaking wet and waiting for the next bird thing to come at him. "Fuck this day."
[Open, sure! I've been planning for him to go into the pool since Monday. Whoo!]
Stalking outside and into the midst of a fucking invasion of some sort, all Loki could do was grimace and bitch about how he'd wanted to fucking relax. Of course, some fucking...thing took immediate exception with his bitching (it was not karma) and swooped at him, claws digging into his shirt and stomach painfully for a minute before Loki got his bearings back and punched the thing in the face a few times to dislodge it. The harpy stumbled backwards, shrieking hideously while Loki examined his now torn shirt and the red scratches on his stomach. Thank fuck for fast healing.
"You fucking bitch, you ripped my shirt." The harpy shrieked in reply, almost daring him to bring it on. And, well, Loki was powerless to resist a challenge. He had no flaming sword, he had no gun but he had himself and he used that weapon to get up a head of steam so he could charge the harpy, plow into it and take it down into the pool with him.
Drowning the damn thing would work. It had to work. And, after several long seconds of twitching and more scratches, the harpy stilled and Loki left it there to swim to the surface where more harpies were already descending.
"Fuck this day," he said, climbing out of the pool, soaking wet and waiting for the next bird thing to come at him. "Fuck this day."
[Open, sure! I've been planning for him to go into the pool since Monday. Whoo!]

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The liar.
"I'm good with anything."
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flamingsword at Loki when he figured he should be able to catch it.no subject
Ah, that was so fucking satisfying.
"You're a fucking godsend!"
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One out of two ain't bad.