Summary:Carol and Loki rescue a gorilla! Sortof… Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Its a nice evening, perfect for super heroes and aliens to go wandering around Coney Island. Perhaps driven by memories of a time of careless carnivals, two heavy hitters mix with the mortal people of New York, among the blinking lights and sounds.
Loki seems a tall, dark-haired…model or something. He's dressed well, in trim pants, Italian-style shoes with the points, and a snug-fitted dress shirt that is unbuttoned by two, and the sleeves rolled up. He takes a picture for a couple girls, who twitter their way off after he smiles slyly at them, then leans against a wooden railing.
Its a nice evening, perfect for super heroes and aliens to go wandering around Coney Island. Perhaps driven by memories of a time of careless carnivals, two heavy hitters mix with the mortal people of New York, among the blinking lights and sounds.
Loki seems a tall, dark-haired…model or something. He's dressed well, in trim pants, Italian-style shoes with the points, and a snug-fitted dress shirt that is unbuttoned by two, and the sleeves rolled up. He takes a picture for a couple girls, who twitter their way off after he smiles slyly at them, then leans against a wooden railing.
A perfect evening for getting reacclimated to Earth is definitely what Coney Island is good for. So Carol's here in some civilian clothes, though she's wearing her flight jacket over the blue silk blouse. Blue jeans are cinched tight around her waist, her long blonde hair spilling out behind her as she looks around, an impish expression on her features as she looks to be having fun just people-watching for the moment.
Loki notices her without even seeing her. Green eyes lift to follow the tilt of his head and he focuses in on the woman with the strong…and unusual…power. He can't tell much, only that in a sea of mortals and low-level mutations, she's a stand-out. A few moments later, he follows her with a push off the railing, then finally comes even with her and speaks. His voice is a honeyed lure, each syllable crafted with centuries of practice in how to make them evoke images and emotions. "I am certain you have received this compliment all night long, but, you have particularly exceptional…" Is he gonna say ass? Boobs? Eyes? those would be typical. "shoulders.." he finishes after a moment of suspense, on the detail that is sure to perplex. His accent seeeems British-like, but a true British person would find oddities in it.
Carol grins slightly, "Shoulders? Well, that's a new one." She tilts her head, looking curiously over at Loki as she doesn't stop. However, she does change her pace, matching Loki's as he walks alongside her. "Not saying that they aren't, but what exactly drew your attention to them?"
"The way that you hold them." Here, Loki bursts into a smile, flashing across his face and squinting his eyes. It is a smile of triumph, as if he were waiting for that exact questions, so as to foist the clever reply upon her. "Have you tried any of the games yet? I was hoping someone would win me a stuffed creature, but…" he frowns faintly, "the ladies keep expecting the opposite. I am so confused." He teases.
Carol actually laughs at that, "Well, no, not yet, they tend to be a bit crooked… but as a wise man once said, 'it's the only game in town.'" She hmms, giving Loki a once over, then she gets a wry grin, "You want me to win oe for you? I'm pretty sure I can manage it." She then points to one of the booths, where it's the classic knocking-down-milk-bottles, and the grand prize is a big giant plush gorilla that almost seems big enough to scale the Empire State Building.
Loki drifts over there with her, long legs making short work of it. He folds his hands behind his back, briefly, and stands fairly close, just in that realm of 'together', for anyone viewing from the outside. He wishes to keep others from interfering. "Mmmm…do you think so?" He wets his lips. "If you can win /that/…then…I will win something for you. It seems difficult…" he flirts lightly, harmlessly. "The bottles are surely weighted."
Carol chuckles, "Almost definitely. But I have skill." She grins over at Loki, "And I don't quit." She walks up to the booth and hands over cash for the toss, eyeing the baseball she's given carefully in her hand as if studying the weight and feel of it. And noticing that's it's definitely weighted badly, though she doesn't exactly say anything.
After all, it's not a question that she couldn't do it… more like she doesn't want it to look /too/ suspicious. It's a fine line, even if her identity isn't exactly a secret. Then she tosses a wink at Loki, and lets loose with a knuckleball pitch that corkscrews around, and…
*CRASH* Down fall the bottles, much to the shock of the kid running the booth.
"Well now…that /was/ quite a throw. I suppose I had best make room for a giant…gorilla…in my apartment." Loki chuckles and unfolds his arms, letting his fingers tap against the railing of the game. "Are you not supposed to congratulate the lady?"
The kid blinks, and stammers, "Um, yeah, sure, er… wow, that was a wicked toss." He looks a little shellshocked that someone actually pulled it off, and then Carol flashes a grin at Loki, "Honestly, it's pretty easy, once you know how. And thank you."
The kid then hands Carol the giant plush gorilla, and Carol hands it over to Loki, "And here you go. I know my shoulders are impressive, but you're the one that wanted it." She doesn't laugh, but there's definitely a glint in her eye showing that she's a bit amused by the whole thing.
Loki takes the giant gorilla and hugs it under his arm. "I am delighted to carry the bounty of such a warrior." Loki grins with his own amusement. "I should introduce myself. I am Loki…and…you are?"
Carol blinks, "Wait. Loki? Like, Loki… from Asgard Loki?" She grins, then ruefully shakes her head, "I swear that my cosmic radiation must be a beacon for you guys. I'm Carol, Carol Danvers." As in, Captain Marvel. One time Avenger. She then gives Loki a wry look, "You're not here to like, conquer the world or something, are you? Because I'm honestly enjoying this and I think fighting you would ruin it."
"Carol Danvers…I am the owner of a rare bookstore, which, as you know, is the only way to conquer worlds." Loki performs a classic maneuver of not lying, but being deceptive anyway. "Are you radiating something besides charm?"
Carol arches a brow, then chuckles, "Cute. Well, that's a /really/ good question, but no, just the charm." She grins, "But well, I think conquering the world through rare books is really the best way to go about it. That's… not something I would have expected, honestly." But from her tone, that's not really a bad thing.
Loki dips his head. "If I wanted to see you again, perhaps to win you an exceptionally large animal…what number could I call you at?" Loki asks with a smooth tone.
Carol grins, and thinks about it for a bit, then says, "Alright, here you go. 212-555-6204. That's my cell phone, and I might not answer right away. Depends on if there's an alien invasion or not." She gives Loki a smile, "And I wouldn't mind you giving me a call again, stuffed animal or not."
"Then…to our next meeting." Loki replies to that. "barring an alien invasion, yes. That seems like fair odds."