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Thursday, 23 April 2009 13:42
[identity profile] leucemic-god.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] lt_safe_house
Date: March 14, 2003
Place: Manor Grounds
Status: Public (Loki, Phanuel - Complete)
Summary: Loki practises, but is distracted



Well, if there wasn't any chance to get at the books, he might as well continue practising his shifting. It wasn't like he really needed the books or cared about arrogant fucking Judeo-Chritians.

Loki stomped outside and concentrated on getting smaller and ... Damned archangel. Who did he think he was.

It wasn't working. He couldn't think of Gabriel and concentrate on the change at the same time. Once upon a time it would have been no problem.

Okay: smaller, thin, elegant legs, a small snout and don't forget the tail

He landed on his paws halfway elegantly this time and only slightly panting, but being tired out here in the open was a bad idea. Why hadn't he thought of this before? The fox made for the bushes as quickly as his weakened condition allowed.

There, this was much better. Here under cover of leaves and branches the world smelled interesting and felt safe. Maybe he should stay a fox for a while, find a burrow somewhere and wait until the Judeo-Christians left and the manor once again felt safe to his human shape.

The fox shape had its downsides, though. Loki knew that fox hunting was a popular sport in this country and he couldn't go anywhere too close to people, much less communicate with them. He'd be left out of the information loop. That was never a good idea and with hostile archangels around he couldn't afford it. Who knew, they might like foxes even less than gods.

No, he had to keep an eye on him and for that he had to be human and able to talk to people.

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Date: Friday, 24 April 2009 19:37 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gilded-voice.livejournal.com
Except that heroes probably tended to have aim a bit better than Phanuel's. Unless they were just starting or hadn't been doing so in a while, but that didn't seem to be talked about so much.

Phanuel stared at the fox for a moment. He was sure that that wasn't normal fox behaviour, unless there was something funny going on in the neighbourhood (which he rather doubted). Well, there were a number of foxes that turned up in various tales…

More importantly, it did seem to be hurt. Not badly, but still. "I'm very sorry about this," he said, patting his pockets- more for the look of it- then pulling out a roll of gauze. "I assure you, I wasn't aiming for you at all."

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Date: Friday, 26 June 2009 20:20 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gilded-voice.livejournal.com
Phanuel stared at the fox. He was sure that that really wasn't normal behaviour, even for the sort of foxes who appeared in tales. …well, most of the time. "Well," he said, rather at a loss. "It doesn't look too bad, but I'd imagine that that should be treated with some disinfectant, just in case. There's probably some up at the house." He considered. "Do you think you'd be able to walk there?"

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Date: Friday, 26 June 2009 20:24 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gilded-voice.livejournal.com
Apparently not, then. Or the fox didn't want to, which Phanuel didn't have a real problem with. Less chance of something getting in, then. "All right, all right." He tucked the roll away in a pocket and went to pick up the fox. Working out how to hold it in a reasonably dignified way was the worse part, he decided, and scratched behind one ear as apology.

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Date: Friday, 26 June 2009 20:28 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gilded-voice.livejournal.com
The fox seemed fairly comfortable, so Phanuel headed back to the house, and for the closest bathroom to the entrance that he knew of (on the assumption that the fox probably wouldn't want to stay inside too long). Once there, he took out a towel, laid it on the floor as best as he could with one hand, and put the fox down, offering another scratch before turning to the cupboard and looking for disinfectant and cotton buds. Finding them took only a few moments, but Phanuel thought that it might be worth adding a charm to help the scratch heal, in case the fox decided to leave immediately after the disinfectant. That done, he turned back to the fox and knelt down. "I'd just like to dab this on the scratch," he said. "It mught sting a bit, but I'm sure you can handle that."

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Date: Friday, 26 June 2009 20:31 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gilded-voice.livejournal.com
Phanuel patted the fox's head. "It's just to make sure it doesn't get infected," he said. "It'd be worse if it did, though I wonder…" He shook his head, and poured a little of the antiseptic onto the cotton bud, then reached for the left paw for a better angle at which he could dab it on.

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Date: Friday, 26 June 2009 20:35 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gilded-voice.livejournal.com
Well, Phanuel had caused it, so he felt bound to do something, more or less. He dabbed the antiseptic onto the wound, and tried to keep as much of himself out of biting range as he could. Cute as the fox might be, it was still a fox.

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Date: Friday, 26 June 2009 20:46 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gilded-voice.livejournal.com
Phanuel scratched the fox behind one ear, reaching for the bandages again. He held them, considering. An ordinary fox would probably have them off in no time, and this one…

"I don't believe you're an ordinary fox, are you?" he asked. "I don't suppose you'd care to share your name?"

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Date: Friday, 26 June 2009 20:50 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gilded-voice.livejournal.com
That wasn't what Phanuel had been expecting, and it showed for a few moments before he forced it down to mild surprise. "It is," he agreed. "Say, would you like me to wrap that now, or…?"

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Date: Friday, 26 June 2009 20:54 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gilded-voice.livejournal.com
"All right. If you could hold it out for a moment, then." He began to unroll the bandage.

"I'm afraid I was unaware that I had company when I began my practice," he said, tone mostly matter of fact. "Nor have I had much practice with the bow of late. There hasn't been much call for it. It was not my intention to cause harm, I assure you."

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Date: Friday, 26 June 2009 20:58 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gilded-voice.livejournal.com
"Ah," Phanuel said, pausing for a moment, but shook it off, wrapping the bandage around for a moment. "Hold on for a moment." He found a pair of scissors and cut the bandage, securing the loose end. "I imagine so," he agreed. "But, if you'll pardon me, why so worried about something like this?" His attitude was curious, rather than accusatory. He didn't need or particularly to antagonise anyone.

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