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[Open] Nobody likes you when you're 23

Who: Jack, the Lokis and YOU!
What: Prankster recruiting around Loki's halls, then it's time for some water (and paint!) balloons TO YOUR FACE.
When: Last days of the month.
Where: Starting at Loki, then all over!
Rating: PG-13 to be safe in case of cursing and possible violent grumps with no sense of humor. :|

[Fever. This damn world gave the Spirit of Winter a fever. Jack spent one hell of annoyed week, which only ended worse when adults decided to be adults again with their war and their killing and their neverending discussions about what's right or wrong. This eternal being has seen all that too many times before, and has already got enough for a lifetime or two. The battle against the giants made Jack think "to hell with Asgard!", and the whole mess with the spy only helped to make the feeling stronger.

After spending a whole day sleeping the annoyance away, Jack is healthy and ready to have some fun. Nothing like some good old pranks to remind those silly, responsible workers where the real enjoyment of life is (that would laughing, by the way, no whatever perverted thing you were thinking about!). He leaves his room (a miracle he has been using it in the first place) only to find the halls of the Loki house calm as ever. It's a bit disappointed really, shouldn't the prankster quarters be more exciting?]

I THOUGHT THIS WAS THE TROUBLEMAKING HOUSE!

[Yelling from the top of the stairs is obviously the best solution, right? He may get some answers, he also may not, but who cares. What comes next doesn't change: carrying a paper bag filled with all the balloons he got at the festival, Jack goes outside to look for water and paint... and some victims.

Are you ready to be wet, random citizen? Because that's one liquid bomb moved with telekinesis going for your head...]

((ooc: Ok, this is how things will go! There will be one thread at the top for all the people who want to join Jack's plans. He wants to recruit pranksters! If your character isn't a Loki but also wants to prank, we can say they are passing by the district and hear his yelling from outside. If you're here to offer victims, then reply normally to the main log! Mingling completely welcome of course, threadjack at will.
ETA: A quick reminder: the Gossip Girl plotting post is still open in case you want to sign up!))

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[If you wanna join Jack for this or future pranks, tag this thread as if answering to his yelled "message". He needs more joker buddies!]

Trouble making?

[Congratulations, Jack. You now have an inquisitive Soushi reaching towards the top of the stairs after having heard the other yell. He could not help feel somewhat surprise as he wasn't expecting anyone to be around. At least, from what he has heard, many should still be feeling under the weather. Maybe if the other...teenager was feeling unwell and grew bored or he was feeling much better now. Whatever the case may be, it won't be long until a polite smile appears on his lips.]

It would seem as though you are currently the healthiest within the Welcome Hall. I have not spoken nor seen anyone else in quite some time [Then again...] You are the first person I have officially spoken to while roaming these quarters. What is your name?

[And while he is speaking, there will be a small dagger slowly sliding into his fingers from his long sleeve, just in case. Even if he has not met another member from the household, he is quite aware of their reputation.]

[This definitely makes Jack be on his guard. He can't really tell who is around either, since he doesn't spend that much time inside the halls in the first place. He used his room to take care of his fever but now he's ready for some fresh air again.]

What would that make you then? [Jack is healthy, but this guy doesn't look exactly sick either. And don't think he hasn't noticed that dagger.] Who is asking?

[The formal smile would not have left his lips nor will the dagger hidden under his sleeve.]

A lonely and faithful "dog" whom is eagerly awaiting for the day that he might be reunited with his master once again. [It was clear that he was not interested in offering a name neither.] It's wonderful to watch those of our house are beginning to heal from the previous attack. I am uncertain if you are fully healed just yet as I cannot read your mind, but if there is anything you need, please do not hesitate to ask. I only exist to be of use to others such as yourself.

[Without a second thought he will return the dagger to his suit and offer a bow of his head as he does not sense any danger from the other.]

[Jack just... stares. How did this go from a dagger to a bow? This only helps his idea of adults being weird as fuck, period.]

Err, yeah, I'm ok now. [And even if he wasn't, he isn't one to ask for help that easily. Especially from a guy like... this.]

So you're like... a butler or something?

I'm happy to hear it.

[Then at the question, he will begin to smile happily at the thought of wishing to speak over his master.]

To be known as Shirakiin-sama's butler would be a great honor, but my duties extend further than simply being known as such.

[Placing both his hands in front of him, he will continue with the explanation as he begins to sparkle some more.]

I am known as her Secret Service Agent; SS for short. Bodyguard is a more appropriate title for someone in my position as well as being known as her "dog". I only exist to protect and serve her as much as I am able to. My life belongs solely to her. [No free will. He has none of that.] That's why I am offering my services towards you as you are my neighbor and it would bring honor to my master if I were able to be useful. Everything I do will always be done in her honor.

[More staring over here. When the man mentions his life belonging to someone else, Jack shows an obvious disapproving expression.]

So in short, you're a boring robot who doesn't want to make his own decisions. Gotcha. [Not a dog, gosh, don't insult them like that. Dogs know how to have fun. Sometimes.]

How did you even end up in Loki?

[And there will be a light chuckle at his part at the other young man's blunt words. Oh, how he wished he could take him to his master to prove his intense loyalty towards her.]

Something like that. [His smile will remain in place as he offers him another bow.] Thank you very much for your awe-inspiring words over the matter.

[Then at the question, Soushi will shake his head.]

Why don't you ask Loki-kami-sama over the matter? I am still uncertain over the matter that one is recruited to a particular district. The kind maid never did offer a reliable answer that was not -- I was chosen by my patron god.

[Don't worry, Jack, you are not alone over the matter as even he doesn't know, but he really doesn't care. He is comfortable anywhere.]

[Fighting the urge to facepalm over here. He just THANKED him. Jack has the feeling he could be mocking him all day and nothing would happen. Bah, boring.

The mention of Loki makes him roll his eyes.]

Have you tried to talk to a god? Answers aren't something they do.

[Still staring at you, Jack, he will continue to smile as he nods his head.]

Indeed I have. To Thor-kami-sama, Hel-kami-sama, and Odin-kami-sama. They have all been rather gracious and patient towards someone in my position. [Closing his eyes and placing a gracious hand over his chest, he will begin to sparkle again as he admits:] One of them has even calmed my concerns over an important matter.

[It won't be long until he returns his attention to Jack and decides to ask him.]

Have you interactive to any of the deities I mentioned before?

Gracious?

[More staring. Sorry if this is starting to become repetitive, but Jack doesn't know how to take all this... nothing. Lack of reaction? Endless agreement. Whatever.]

...boring.

[Sorry, Soushi, but he can't stand it anymore. So that's a bunch of water balloons going after the man. Enjoy!]

[There will be no movement at Soushi's part as he took notice of the flying water balloons at his direction. At first, he will reason to not react to them, but a piece of him suggested to pop them before they reach him. The idea of playing with water balloons as training made a cocky smile appear. Watch as a few of sharp pencils be thrown with much force against the balloons except for one.

His gaze will turn hollow as he decides to take a hold of the katana on his back as he slices the last object as quickly as he can. How many ways can he slice a water balloon as a mere human now? One, two, three, and four. Only four, and it would seem the water did hit his shoes and the bottom of his pant suit.]

How dull. They were only water balloons.

[His smirk of a smile will turn to Jack as he shakes his head in a disapproval.]

This would not even be considered soft core play in Shoukiin-san's books. Is this all a winter creature can do?

[Jack doesn't have time to think, only react. The metal staff hidden on his clothes comes out and he gets on a defensive position-

What the hell?

This guy doesn't sound or move like he was doing before, not at all. Jack squints his eyes, trying to guess what is going on. He's surprised when he gets called "winter creature", but he tries not to show it.]

You know the gods took away our powers. ...what are you?

[Jack's reactions only reminded him of the one that his childhood friends and master have given him once and many times before in the past. Ayame even shown such a look when he had once asked to learn more of the individual whom had saved his life.

Without another word, Soushi's expression will return to a thoughtful one, almost as he was thinking of the correct expression to offer him. Maybe he should simple smile? Then put away his weapon? No. That wasn't correct. Weapon, then smile. Which is exactly what he did, sheathing his katana as he offered him a smile.]

Powers, yes. Skills? Only if they are super human. What I just shown you is not even a piece of my true potential, if the deities had not taken away my abilities from me. But it's currently my full potential in this world, after training and honing my own skills after having arrived here many months ago. [His gaze will turn to his wet shoes and suit pants as he lifted a foot.] It would seem I still have much to improve on...

[But it won't be long until a more genuine smile will appear as he finally says:] Thank you very much for having shown me a new way to further train my reaction. I tend to forget how much slower I had gotten as of late... [Thanks to Asgard, he has been realizing how much he has been using his demon abilities. It was nice to be fully human, but he used to be so much faster and durable. Now any little injury made him slower. It was annoying to feel as defenseless as everyone else.] ...it's quite ironic. I am beginning to miss being different from a normal human being. [There is your hint on what he really is.]

[They're even, than. Jack is also being reminded of people from home: those spirits who like being too philosophical and vague for their own good. Jack doesn't like them very much, if at all.

He keeps the defensive position, the staff up, his eyes narrowing while he decides if this guy is messing with him or not.]

We all are in the same situation, I don't need your explanations. [He frowns, not buying it.] And you didn't answer my question.

["Not human" can mean many things after all.]

Then, I humbly apologize for having repeated myself to you.

[If he was messing with Jack or not, it will be quite difficult to tell from the polite smile on his lips. This individual really didn't have any other facial expression to offer besides the one he is offering. Sorry, Jack.]

As you have shown me another way to hone my skills, then it is only fair to explain myself to you. [All while ignoring his staff and defensive stance as he is used to that type of reaction.] I am a creature similar to you except I am half human. My linage comes from a creature known as a fox spirit. [More or less the truth.]

...a kitsune.

[He's been all around the world, alright, he knows a couple of things. Jack watches the man with curiosity now, though the defensive stance doesn't go away. Those foxes could be cool to play tricks with, but they also were little asshole.

Not different from himself to be fair.]

How many tails?

Ah, you are familiar with the legends. Excellent. I should have expected as much from a true winter spirit like yourself. [A slight pause.] It is an honor to finally make your acquaintanceship.

[Now he will be a little more gentler with the other individual as he does know of another female winter spirit in his own world. She really was beautiful in her past life cycle, but her beauty was second compare to his own master. His master was the definition of beauty itself.

Slowly, Soushi will raise his hands and begin to raise his fingers to indicate the number of his tails -- he has nine tails in total, or had.]

That is the total number of tails I hold or held back in my world. In this universe, I am unable to transform into my youkai form, but I was able to keep a few of my more natural capabilities. They are currently in a weaker state, but are still of use. Magical abilities are entirely disabled, I'm afraid.

[By now it's surprising that Jack's eyebrows haven't broken after all the raising they are doing. Of course he's a true spirit, what's this guy problem? And saying pretty much "nice to meet you" after this whole deal... gosh.

He can't help whistling when he sees the number of tails.]

Geez, you're old. But of course the gods took away the transformations and the illusion tricks and all those... what did you keep?

[Being called "old" will definitely get a chuckle out of Soushi as he found it quite amusing. If only he was as old as his tails were, but then again his soul must be over nine hundred years old by now.]

Thank you very much for your kind words. It is an honor to be able to live for as long as I have. [Now if he could stay alive past the age he normally dies in...

As for the skills he was able to keep, Soushi will point to his eyes.] My ability to view and travel in the darkness remain, but it has been greatly weakened. I need to fully concentrate to be able to keep myself from colliding into other objects. [Then he lowers his hand.] My hearing remains sensitive to loud noises and I am still able to hear from a distance as long as there aren't any or too many loud noises surrounding me. I can still tell the difference between human and the supernatural by the scent the other carries, but...I can only do so whenever they are close by.

[In other words, he still has some of his fox qualities, but are greatly weakened to what he is used to. It makes him wonder if it is normal for other humans to do the same as he does.]

What the shit.

[The words have an undertone of an undignified squawk and Davesprite's head snaps around to locate the culprit. His wings mantle in annoyance; the aforementioned liquid bomb caught him on the right and do you know how long it takes feathers to dry?

He sets his canister of bright purple paint down to stand, shaking the water off as well as possible, and gauges Jack with narrowed eyes (not that it's exactly easy to tell with the shades). More paint spatters both his arms and transforms him from a fairly normal kid, albeit feathery—Asgard did the dual favor of granting him legs and nuking the orange—to something a little brighter and more colorful.

There's a really shitty, half-finished outline of what might be a cat behind him. In fact, there might be a whole menagerie of shitty animals behind him.]

[No, he doesn't. Go to Tooth for feather related inquires.

Jack is sitting on a window, laughing and keeping the balloons floating around him. This is too easy, he's glad he got the idea. Asgard definitely needs the laugh. (Or at least, Jack does.)

He can imagine the look Davesprite is giving him behind the shades, but it's not like he cares much.]

Oh I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?

Douche.

[Davesprite flips him the bird and, in the same motion, quickly mutates Jack's shadow so it sprouts several long tendrils. And he uses this grotesque octo-creature to grab at the balloons in the air, aiming to lob them right back at the guy who soaked him in the first place.

If a couple break in the process, it was for a good cause.]

[Jack quickly jumps out of the way, reaching another window, but some balloons still hit him. He keeps laughing, though. Fuck yeah, let's have some fun!]

Is that a challenge, Tweety?

[He opens the window to use the glass as a shield, then uses telekinesis to take those shades off Davesprite's face. Would he get angry for something so silly too?]

[The laughter and pranking remind Davesprite of John and that almost gives him pause. He half expected Jack to get angry about having his water balloon antics turned on him, so there's a second where his head tilts, almost puzzled. Then he shrugs and holds his arms out, palms up.]

Depends if I'm supposed to consider your low-grade horseshit a challenge. Also if you actually think I look like bulbous yellow canary, because then I'm gonna have to advise you get your eyes checked, dude.

[But the telekinetic theft of his shades catches him off-guard and he blinks in genuine surprise, before squinting from the brightness of the sun. He makes a blind grab for the lenses; he might not be flashstep quick in Asgard, but his reflexes are still pretty fucking fast.]

[This already reminds him of John? What would he say if Jack still had the wind with him then.

Jack snorts and makes the shades twirl in the air, doing eights and swirls and all those funny patterns that make them harder to catch.]

Low grade? That's why you're so annoyed and taking nicknames a little too literally?

[That's a really good question that I will have to answer after I get around to watching this movie. Someday.

But the reminder is fairly incidental and Davesprite only gives the spinning shades a skeptical look after his initial grab. He is so not playing games like a dog—he isn't Jade—especially not when he might run the risk of damaging his authentic Stiller aviators. His eyes are still narrowed, though, and he ends up cupping a hand over his brow because wow. He is so not used to dealing with bright light.]

You're not another one of the doofuses around who've never heard of sarcasm, are you.

[His octo-creature is still chilling in the foreground, stretching and grasping, but only idly so now the water balloons are gone.]

[That's alright, it's not like there is that much knowledge of HS on this side. Just an awareness of John being like, the lost child of Jack, ha.

Since Davesprite isn't going to play along, Jack lets the shades fall to the ground. No point in this if he can't get fun out of it. That question though, it makes Jack groan and roll his eyes. Now that's one situation he's familiar with.]

I actually thought you were one of those doofuses. The times I've already explained it... though I guess you know about it. [He shakes his head. So it's not only him then.] Maybe I do need that sarcasm sign after all.

[Davesprite reaches out and catches the shades one-handed, before they can hit the ground. He flips them around once, gives them a quick glance over, and slides them back over his ears.

Much better.]

Somehow I doubt the sign would make a difference for most of the population, native or foreign. Like, they can read, but I don't think the message always makes it all the way there.

[He flicks a gesture towards one temple.]

I'll write it on their foreheads with a marker then. Quickest way and a handy sign.

[He finally jumps off the window, the balloons still floating around him. He looks at Davesprite with curiosity, he reminds him of someone. But who? Oh well, it'll eventually come to him. Right now let's keep the sassy ball rolling.]

At least you knew who Tweety is, that's more than what I usually get.

[It's Davesprite's turn to roll his eyes.]

Jesus, right? Back in the galactic clusterfuck I'm from, I thought I was getting dated without any new pop culture references coming in. But here, it's almost like they don't have pop culture outside of whatever mythological tripe the gods are spinning. And that's just sad, especially when one of surly deities commissions you to teach the sorry schmucks to rap.

[Jack wonders if Davesprite knows about him, too, but he's too distracted by that clusterfuck of words that the blond boy calls an explanation.]

Rap? Are we going back to the 80s now? We'll need to find you some parachute pants. Add some colors to the wings, too.

[Whoa, hold up there, Frosty.]

Ok, so I don't know what decade you're from, but I can guarantee rap is a permanent fixture of relevance that has lasted way past the '80s.

What decade I was born in or what decade it was when I got kidnapped by the gods? 2012 for the last one, I'll let you have fun with the first one.

[Because watching people guess his age is always some good entertainment.]

I know what happened to rap, I was there. It's been a while since its golden days.

We're gonna have to agree to disagree on that one, because everyone knows that's bullshit.

[No one disses Snoop, a'ight. And he is unbothered by Jack's apparent immortality (for now), considering he knows more than he'd like about the Doctor.]

So does Earth still exist in 2012 for you, then. Or more like humanity and pop culture, I guess, because my cut-off date is back in 2009. Which is fucking tragic. I'm practically a lumbering pop culture dinosaur at this point, barring whatever scraps I pick up from my bro.

[Jack just shrugs. He's not going to start an argument over rap of all things.]

'09, huh? So you missed... [Be right back, thinking. Time works funny for him.] A world cup, a royal wedding, a Korean song taking over the world-- oh, not rap but still music? Say goodbye to Miss Houston.

Oh man, are you talking about the Gundam song. That was fucking brilliant.

[And there's a genuine trace of amusement in his voice.]

I can't believe the universe saw fit to bump us out before that went down.

Less "the universe" and more like "the higher-ups". [He sounds really annoyed when it comes to them.]

Maybe if they had chosen one or two centuries more in the future we could've come with a couple of green dudes from Mars.

[Davesprite looks mildly surprised.]

What. No, no, the gods don't have anything to do with it, not on my end. The world kind of ended three years ago.

[He lifts a hand in a shrug.]

We're already covered for aliens, anyway. They're a bunch of fucking morons.

Oh. I thought you meant--

[Wait. What?

Jack blinks a couple of times, then frowns. Welp, this is a new one.]

Your world ended? What have you done for three years then, float adrift in space with the aliens?

Kinda, minus the aliens. And it was less space and more the void.

[Another shrug, this time with both hands in his pockets.]

This place is practically a goddamn utopia in comparison. There are only so many times you can watch Con Air or converse with a crocodile before the nakking gets obnoxious.

Never talked to a crocodile - are they grumpy like the polar bears?

[He'll joke around if that's where Davesprite is going. The kid doesn't look too bothered, so why should Jack be instead? Keeping the chitchat is easier and less awkward.]

You... aren't the first one I've seen that feels lucky to be here. It's strange.

They only get pissed when you loot their stock exchange.

[It's way easier to be offhand about this stuff. It helps prevent awkwardness and potential pity parties.]

I guess its not all that surprising, though. Seems like the gods prefer to haul their choice catches out of the most chaotic interdimensional fishing holes they can find.

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[Open] Nobody likes you when you're 23

Loki District: prankster recruitment

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i hope this is okay, there is a ice maiden in his world too.

no prob!

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climbs in here super late

Excuse you there isn't such a word in my vocabulary

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