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A night at the bar
Date: April 2, 2003, evening
Status: Public (Complete)
Setting: The Manor Bar
Summary: Loki invited me for a drink, so here I am... Let's see who else is coming.
Staying in one place for a while had its advantages. Loki was in a surprisingly good mood. Whistling a tune he had heard at sometime during the past few weeks and that had stuck in his head, he walked into the manor bar. he was hoping his other self would make good on the promise that they'd have a drink or two together. He most definitely wanted to find out a bit more about him. As important it was to know both your friends and enemies inside out - it was certainly even more important to know yourself, if you were planning to end the world.
In the door that lead to the bar, he stopped to see who else was present, if anyone.
Status: Public (Complete)
Setting: The Manor Bar
Summary: Loki invited me for a drink, so here I am... Let's see who else is coming.
Staying in one place for a while had its advantages. Loki was in a surprisingly good mood. Whistling a tune he had heard at sometime during the past few weeks and that had stuck in his head, he walked into the manor bar. he was hoping his other self would make good on the promise that they'd have a drink or two together. He most definitely wanted to find out a bit more about him. As important it was to know both your friends and enemies inside out - it was certainly even more important to know yourself, if you were planning to end the world.
In the door that lead to the bar, he stopped to see who else was present, if anyone.
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Then he grew serious again. "Why not go back, then? I assume you could go back? Do you think Asgard would be different for us if each of us returned there?" He reached out for the cards, wondering if his other self would stop him from taking them.
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The cards were marked, of course, but not his only or even best pack. No reason to keep them from himself unless he feared being exposed as a cheater which wasn't too big a risk, he decided. Who'd turn himself in like that? Besides, he'd only been doing card tricks and could always claim that he used a different pack when playing with others.
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He gestured to the bartender to refill his cup, then started shuffling the cards, alternately using one hand or two and showing off different shuffling techniques. "What are we playing?" he asked.
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He watched himself shuffle with rising mistrust.
"Nothing we bet over. I'm not playing against myself with a pack of ... trick cards."
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At some point of time, the cards had changed into a deck with cups, coins, swords and rods in his hands. The one he had taken from his other self was securely tucked away. He'd examine it later. It wasn't stealing if you took something from yourself. Not really. He dealt each of them five cards, tossed the eleventh down on the counter between them, and put the stack face-down, waiting to see what the other Loki would do now.
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"Incidents of what sort?" he asked casually.
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He waited to see if the other Loki would start playing a card, then added:
"I'd feel safer if I knew how safe I was from retaliation for escaping," although he was pretty sure that the other one would know it for a half-truth at best.
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"Upper Tadfield's fair game, we think," he remarked. "So if you're afraid," a smirk "You'd better not leave Lower Tadfield."
Maybe one shouldn't accuse oneself of cowardice, but on the other hand, Odin certainly would have.
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"You think. So you're not sure? Has anyone ever tried?"
If that one didn't know himself well enough to know he wasn't a coward, then that was his problem. Let them think him weak. That way some of the things he intended to say would appear much less threatening.
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"How often is he gone? And for how long?"
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He casually threw down another card this time picking up a replacement, but not even looking at it.
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This was bad. He had one swords card, but no more. Reducing his hand had been a bad idea while he had no matching pack on him. He had to palm some cards soon, but it was too early in the game. His other self was bound to notice, if some of the fallen cards disappeared.
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"Are you going to play a card or not?"
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"What? Oh, sorry, almost forgot," he threw down his only swords card and picked up two new ones without looking at them.
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I took a new card, wondering if they were playing the same game at all. If so, an additional card on your hand could mean you were going to lose.
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"Your turn."
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"So, I take it you haven't met any of the others in your travels lately?"
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He took a card from the stack, glanced at it and tossed it onto the heap.
"Honestly, I have no idea where they are."
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He threw the next card out of his wrist in an almost horizontal line and it slid in under the rest of the stack. "Aw, missed."
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"That was a four of coins, wasn't it?" He grinned and put down a seven of coins on top of the stack, drew a fresh card and shoved it at his other self. "You forgot to draw again, you know."
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At least his two of coins fit nicely on top of his seven.
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"You're sure you don't want any mead?" he asked hies other self, still barely able to believe.
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