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[boxofpoptarts.livejournal.com]

I'm not caffeinated enough for this.

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[laegjarn.livejournal.com]

[He smirks.]

You may need something heavier than caffeine for this.

[boxofpoptarts.livejournal.com]

[She very nearly facepalms.]

As long as you're not sending a giant metal faceless killing statue to blow more things up.

[laegjarn.livejournal.com]

I would have suggested caffeine rather than alcohol to face the Destroyer, myself. But you must know, Ms. Lewis, that it was never meant to hurt you. You only gave it the chance by staying behind in its path.

[boxofpoptarts.livejournal.com]

It's Darcy, and seriously, no, you don't get to put that on me. You couldn't, I don't know, have picked a better spot to send that thing--like the uninhabited desert two miles in any direction?

[Darcy's expression goes from mildly annoyed to sarcastic when she looks at Loki for emphasis on that, already gesticulating. So she talks with her hands, so shoot her. Only, you know, don't.]

So why're you back here talking to me? [Does she really want that answer? Well...yeah.]

[laegjarn.livejournal.com]

Hardly, Darcy. I sent it to find Thor, and find Thor it did. You only happened to be between Thor and it.

[He smiles and regards Darcy in silence for several moments. His eyes search her face and move down to her hands. When he speaks, he is looking her in the eyes.]

My business is with Jane Foster. Which of course means that my business is with you, too. Tell me, do you know where your boss is at the moment?

[boxofpoptarts.livejournal.com]

[Silly question; of course she knows where Jane is--right now she's at the diner with Erik because they decided to be responsible adults and get real food. Darcy, being a college student, didn't really have that impulse yet.]

...No idea right this second. Why?

[laegjarn.livejournal.com]

[His face stays an opaque smile. His eyes are the very definition of a poker face.]

Because it is important in a conversation to judge whether your partner is a decent liar or not. Not that you are a bad liar, Darcy, but you must understand: you spar with the best.

[icebloodedgirl.livejournal.com]

...Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. [Or possibly break history by being here in the first place.]

[boxofpoptarts.livejournal.com]

Yeah, um. Just...sit for a minute while I make a phonecall.

[This? So above her pay grade. Then again, almost everything is given her pay grade is six college credits--or it was before all the stuff with Norse gods and superheroes and stuff started happening. What's one more? She shifts the phone receiver away from her mouth.] Hey, uh. You're not evil, right? I mean, I don't have to report that humanity's doomed and stuff because you're here now?

[icebloodedgirl.livejournal.com]

Me? [Her voice pretty accurately captures what she's feeling, which is torn between incredulity and being offended.] Oh, no. Goodness no. I should think not.

[boxofpoptarts.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well...it's kind of happened before that way.

[icebloodedgirl.livejournal.com]

What? What has?

[boxofpoptarts.livejournal.com]

Random people showing up where they're not supposed to be?

[And Darcy's computer station in the makeshift physics lab is definitely one of those places.]

[laegjarn.livejournal.com]

[He smirks.]

You may need something heavier than caffeine for this.

[boxofpoptarts.livejournal.com]

[She very nearly facepalms.]

As long as you're not sending a giant metal faceless killing statue to blow more things up.

[laegjarn.livejournal.com]

I would have suggested caffeine rather than alcohol to face the Destroyer, myself. But you must know, Ms. Lewis, that it was never meant to hurt you. You only gave it the chance by staying behind in its path.

[boxofpoptarts.livejournal.com]

It's Darcy, and seriously, no, you don't get to put that on me. You couldn't, I don't know, have picked a better spot to send that thing--like the uninhabited desert two miles in any direction?

[Darcy's expression goes from mildly annoyed to sarcastic when she looks at Loki for emphasis on that, already gesticulating. So she talks with her hands, so shoot her. Only, you know, don't.]

So why're you back here talking to me? [Does she really want that answer? Well...yeah.]

[laegjarn.livejournal.com]

Hardly, Darcy. I sent it to find Thor, and find Thor it did. You only happened to be between Thor and it.

[He smiles and regards Darcy in silence for several moments. His eyes search her face and move down to her hands. When he speaks, he is looking her in the eyes.]

My business is with Jane Foster. Which of course means that my business is with you, too. Tell me, do you know where your boss is at the moment?

[boxofpoptarts.livejournal.com]

[Silly question; of course she knows where Jane is--right now she's at the diner with Erik because they decided to be responsible adults and get real food. Darcy, being a college student, didn't really have that impulse yet.]

...No idea right this second. Why?

[icebloodedgirl.livejournal.com]

...Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. [Or possibly break history by being here in the first place.]

[boxofpoptarts.livejournal.com]

Yeah, um. Just...sit for a minute while I make a phonecall.

[This? So above her pay grade. Then again, almost everything is given her pay grade is six college credits--or it was before all the stuff with Norse gods and superheroes and stuff started happening. What's one more? She shifts the phone receiver away from her mouth.] Hey, uh. You're not evil, right? I mean, I don't have to report that humanity's doomed and stuff because you're here now?

[icebloodedgirl.livejournal.com]

Me? [Her voice pretty accurately captures what she's feeling, which is torn between incredulity and being offended.] Oh, no. Goodness no. I should think not.

[boxofpoptarts.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well...it's kind of happened before that way.

[icebloodedgirl.livejournal.com]

What? What has?

[boxofpoptarts.livejournal.com]

Random people showing up where they're not supposed to be?

[And Darcy's computer station in the makeshift physics lab is definitely one of those places.]