016 - Ditched Again.

[thinkb4ublink]

Loki's gone. If you give a toss. [Speaking of which he tosses Loki's letter over his shoulder and off the deck of the barge.]

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[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

Loki's gone? Good riddance.

[acid_rayne]

He'll be back...

[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

When did he go?

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Guess that explains the letter. He must have realized that there are better places to be than here.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

[Slater's hardly a member of Loki's fan club, but he's not as annoying as David. Without missing a beat, he puts on a well practiced puzzled expression.] You mean you didn't get a letter? Huh. He said he left something for ya in mine… [Slater thinks about this clear contradiction!] Maybe he wanted to be a surprise? [Oh my, is this a faux pas he's made? He certainly does seem worried!] Best forget I said anything. [Yes, David, be a pal and forget?]

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

[No, he bloody well won't!] You can always go after him, tell 'im your true feelin's.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Why's it matter? You gonna travel back in time, convince him to stay? Say five minutes, makes you feel better.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Think he woulda picked up on that a while ago.

[Private]

Here, see that snotty kid with dopey attitude? Mind tellin' him Loki told you he left him a little 'unspecified' something. Twerp is ticking me off.

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

... Yeeeah, anything Loki left me I probably don't want. [He's never even talked to the trickster god, but after eavesdropping in one conversation he made decided to hate him.] Besides, the guy had really lousy fashion taste.

[A beat. Curiosity gets the better of him.] He handed out letters?

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I think he did.

[Private]

I see him and I'm up for it.

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Loki gave me a letter. He said that he was going to give something to you too, but the way he was talking about it made me think that it wasn't something good.

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

Gee, why doesn't that surprise me? Whatever it is, I probably don't want it.

[A beat. Damn you, curiosity.] ... Did you see it?

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Trust me, you don't want it. He made some jokes about it that were seriously questionable.

He didn't show me it. Which I'm actually really glad about.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Slater. If there's anything you find you need, don't hesitate to ask.

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

Uh... okay then.

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Yep. Let's just hope that no one ever finds it.

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

What are you saying? This thingy's on the Barge somewhere?

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Yes. [Oh, Barron. Should have stopped while you were ahead.]

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

[Oh, yes.] Wait. How do I know you don't have this... this whatever-it-is?

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

You think I stole it? Why would I want something like that?

[acid_rayne]

Oh, he knows my true feelings...

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

Something like what?

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

I can't tell you, because I'm not entirely sure what it is.

But it's terrible.

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

Yeah, because that's not ridiculously vague.

Who are you, anyway?

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

I can't tell you what I don't know.

Barron Sharpe.