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Loki Laufeyson ([personal profile] hates_thunder) wrote in [community profile] testrun_box2012-10-14 10:07 pm

[General voice test]

1.

[You've ended up with a Norse God as a roommate, under whatever circumstances causes these things to happen. He comes and goes when he pleases, eats everything in sight and hasn't even got the decency to get fat, and hits on your girlfriend/boyfriend/what-have-you. He also keeps the place spotless. Obsessively so. Oh, but that's not the worst part. The worst part is that ever since he's moved in, things have been replaced with other things, devices have malfunctioned, hot and cold water have switched... is he doing this or has he just got some kind of an area-effect chaos field?]

[Why not ask him? He's right over there, raiding the refrigerator. Again.]


2.

[YOU'VE BEEN LOKI'D AGAIN!]

[Damnit, not another prank! And this one was terribly elabourate, too, involving no less than seven supposedly erroneous phone calls, three different instances of malfunctioning chairs, and a mouse. A MOUSE. He's gone too far, this time!]


3.

[Oh, hey, person from Prompt One... wait. What the hell? It's been quiet. Too quiet. Everything is back where it belongs, everything works, your SO hasn't heard a peep, and, well, the place isn't quite so spotless any more. There's even food in the fridge! Loki is over there, on the sofa, apparently sulking. If you go over and say something to him, there's a pause... and then he looks up at you. And grins.]

[There's that sinking feeling. You've been Loki'd. YET AGAIN. OH. GOD. DAMNIT.]


4.

(Obligatory srs post)

[Things got out of control. Someone's gotten hurt or, worse, killed because of him. He's... quiet. Maybe even worried. But it's clear he doesn't regret his actions. There's no remorse at all, and he's almost disgustingly optimistic. Why? Just... why?]
authoroutofspace: (...Really?)

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[personal profile] authoroutofspace 2012-10-15 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"What."

It was the tone of someone very, very long-suffering, and the reason for it was obvious to anyone seeing him enter the room. It was in the eyes, mostly, the mental checklist anyone living with Loki for any length of time went through. Check the door for buckets, floor for tripwires, ceiling for...well, just in case. Checking, testing, checking again.

Jeff sighs, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't suppose we can just skip to the gloating and maniacal laughter? Would that be too much to ask?"
authoroutofspace: (-_-)

[personal profile] authoroutofspace 2012-10-16 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I don't know...something incredibly juvenile? Because it's never anything else?" Jeff deadpans. "Also, I am not a rabbit, I am a very annoyed human being who has put up with more of your shit than any of my species should be willing to tolerate."

And truthfully he's no warier than usual. OCD-level caution is simply one of the many side effects of sharing a room with Loki. It's reflexive, like the twitch that inevitably develops beneath the left eye after any length of time with the god.

His laptop is with him, he knows better than to let it out of his sight, though even that doesn't always help. He doesn't bother with his desk; by this point the bloody thing has more booby traps than featured in the entire Vietnam war. "And no, I'm not going to try to figure out what you're up to. I am not giving you the satisfaction."
authoroutofspace: (...Really?)

[personal profile] authoroutofspace 2012-10-16 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
"No. Not going to work." Unfortunately for Loki, Jeff is a man with a great deal of patience. Check. Set up computer. Check again. Disable some sort of spring-loaded deadman switch. Toss over shoulder. Ignore small explosion and sounds of skittering. Begin working, pointedly disregarding Loki's stare.
authoroutofspace: (Staaaaare)

[personal profile] authoroutofspace 2012-10-16 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Loki, Jeff used to work for the New York Times. He has fixed stories, at a moment's notice, whose grammar was so bad it could possibly qualify as a dialect of ancient Mayan. All the while with his editor literally screaming in his ear. He's faced deadlines, Loki, that would make lesser men scream for searing tears in the space-time continuum. Your stares are nothing.

He can hear him though, getting more and more agitated behind him. And he tries very hard not to smile.
Edited 2012-10-16 03:36 (UTC)
authoroutofspace: (Rarr!)

[personal profile] authoroutofspace 2012-10-24 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I have no idea what you're referring to." His tone is all innocence, though the stalemate is getting to him as well. It shows in the slowly increasing tension in his shoulders, the typing grown somehow aggressive, that one vein on his temple throbbing. Nope, not gonna let you win, dammit.
authoroutofspace: (-_-)

[personal profile] authoroutofspace 2012-10-31 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Jeff is, unfortunately for him, oblivious, intent on his game of chicken with the god of mischief. Surely this will end well!

Creak.

"..."

Pop. Creeeeaaak.

"...Oh no."
Edited 2012-10-31 18:57 (UTC)
authoroutofspace: (Rarr!)

[personal profile] authoroutofspace 2012-11-05 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
He could only stand stock-still for a moment, his hands still hovering over the keyboard as if it was still there and not on top of a pile of wood and screws at his feet. There was a long, long silence before he spoke.

"I. Hate. You. So. Much."

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[personal profile] master_of_names 2012-10-23 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Are you fae?

[personal profile] master_of_names 2012-10-23 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[He glances at the second Loki, then dismisses him. This can't be the first time Loki has pulled this shit.]

I can normally tell. They're pretty obvious about it if you know what to look for, but...

[He trails off, like he's lost track of the conversation.]

[personal profile] master_of_names 2012-10-24 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
I dunno, you're harder to place.

Catch.

[Elodin tossed something small and shiny towards Loki 1.]

[personal profile] master_of_names 2012-10-24 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Nope, it's a perfectly normal iron coin. If he had been Fae, however, he would have dropped it like it was red hot.]

Well that answers that. What are you then?
reversed_pharaoh: (ugh)

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[personal profile] reversed_pharaoh 2012-10-28 11:55 am (UTC)(link)
hey! put down the marshmallow fluff and the leftover fries we need to talk!
[Shinji was trying to cook dinner until interrupted by one of Loki's standby prank traps, hes still covered in flour and wielding a rolling pin.]
reversed_pharaoh: (bish)

[personal profile] reversed_pharaoh 2012-10-30 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[squints at Loki]
you know perfectly well what im talking about.