Luceti Appointments

[vor]

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September 25 [Video]

[complicatedliar]

[He technically got back from the mission more than a day ago, but he spent that day laying low until he could muster the reserves necessary to return himself to his natural form. While it may be known by some now, he's not ready to advertise that particular talent of his around.

But once he's looking nicely Loki-like again, he recalls that there are horses, and he's been promised an introduction.]

I've returned. Let me know when you would like me to come by.

[vor]

[Gregor has found himself in another slump since the birthday party. He considers not answering. He decides to not because he wants to, but because he knows he'll be glad he did later on. Or hopes he will. He appears unshaven and a bit messy-haired.]

Sure. Um. Give me a few minutes to shave and I'll be down.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki notices that in addition to that, Greg also has a black eye.

Well. That sure is a thing. For the moment, he politely pretends to not notice. He doesn't want to lose out on his chance to get to be around horses for a bit.]

...why don't I stop for a coffee. Would you care for one?

[vor]

Dear God. Yes, thank you.

[Gregor ran out after the hangover and hasn't been to the store since. The prospect actually seems to cheer him a little.]

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[complicatedliar]

[Oh good. He was right. That is the way mortals do things. He smiles.]

I shall await you at the stables, then. With coffee.

[He takes his time with the walking and the coffee getting, since Gregor had been looking a bit rough. Well, maybe the boredom is getting to him, too, Loki thinks. He'll hopefully get a better sense of the man throughout the conversation, even if that's not the real point of this exercise.

Two cups of coffee in hand, he arrives.]

[vor]

[Gregor is there, sitting rather slumped on a bench. Shaved. Also, poking at the bruise around his eye as if trying to see if it still hurts. He stops the instant he sees Loki.]

Hey.

[complicatedliar]

Perhaps you mortals go about it differently, but in my experience, that shan't make it heal any faster.

[Loki offers Gregor the cup.]

[vor]

[He glances up, then gives an ironic grimace and accepts the cup.]

Birthdays.

[complicatedliar]

Funny idea of a present.

[vor]

I might've deserved it. [He takes a swallow of coffee, wincing slightly at the heat.]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki's eyebrows go up, an invitation to explain without demanding.]

[vor]

Nobody who wasn't there believes me, but I was actually too drunk and fell down. [It wasn't how he got the black eye, but it was the truth. He takes another swallow of coffee.] Take that how you will.

[complicatedliar]

Oh, onto a doorknob too, no doubt.

[Yes, that is sarcasm.

Loki shrugs one shoulder.]

I've been on the receiving end of enough such bruises. Best think of a better story.

[vor]

[Gregor shrugs.] There were witnesses, but I won't press you. [He pushes to his feet and motions toward one stall.] Since you're going to be helping out here, I figured you'd get in on the vote. We have two new geldings that need names.

[He opens one stall belonging to a docile grey gelding.]

I thought I'd let the new hands choose a name, but people are a bit shy about suggestions.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki's face immediately lights with a smile upon seeing the horse. He produces an apple and offers it to the animal.]

You're quite the handsome fellow, aren't you.

[Relieved of the apple by the animal, Loki takes a better look at him, moving with confidence. After a moment he laughs quietly.]

You could call him Frakki. He seems quite brave.

[vor]

Frakki? [Gregor looks from the horse back to Loki.] What does that mean?

[complicatedliar]

Unafraid.

Though if you wish to be literal, Varghöss. [He grins, running a hand over the horse's neck.] Gray like the wolf.

[vor]

[Gregor spends a moment deciding whether or not Loki's the type to name a creature something obscene in another language. He doesn't recognize the language, but he's nearly a thousand years removed from most people here. Either way, the fellow seems to be genuinely happy around the horse--Gregor thinks he can read people well enough to be assured of that--so maybe he's not interested in juvenile jokes.]

Frakki would be easier to pronounce.

[complicatedliar]

I suppose it would.

'tis from an old language. I imagine no one speaks it any longer.

[vor]

Languages don't usually die so much as evolve. Technically, I speak Russian and French, but it's so far removed from anything someone from Russia or France knows that they probably couldn't understand me. [He pulls a sugar cube from a pocket and feeds it to the horse, who tongues it up without hesitation.] Individual words sometimes survive.

[complicatedliar]

I find it a funny thing, for the most part. All language sound alike to me, with few exceptions.

[vor]

Outside of this world, you mean?

[complicatedliar]

Precisely. Nearly all sound the same to me, particularly human languages.

[vor]

Do they all just sound like gibberish, then?

[complicatedliar]

Oh no, that isn't what I mean at all. They all sound the same because I understand them.