Get your gen texts here!

[1sts]

texting meme You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old-fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.) instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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[sinistral]

No, and they're pretty neutral. But I've got a place if you need to lie low.

[asgard_trickster]

It's not my preference, but I seem to have little choice. The king decides where we fly.

[sinistral]

So you're a package deal? Might change my mind on where to meet you.

[asgard_trickster]

Only whilst airborne. Or spaceborne, as the case may be. Not once I disembark. It may have been a mistake getting on this ship, but there weren't many rides off of Asgard as it exploded and I'm the one that brought it.

[sinistral]

If your brother's still on the straight and narrow I'd rather not give him the temptation to turn me in. You however...

How do you feel about the cold?

[asgard_trickster]

I'm a Frost Giant by birth, Mr Buchanan. I can handle the cold.

[sinistral]

That's a story I'll want to hear. How far away are you?

[asgard_trickster]

We're landing shortly in what I'm told is a rural area outside of New York. My brother is looking for somebody. I can disguise myself if I need to move through a...threatening area.

[sinistral]

Damn, he's heading for Stark. That makes life more of a headache. Can you get into the city?

[asgard_trickster]

Yes, Stark. You do know your alliances. It will be easy to get into the city; I can go with Thor. What do you have in mind?

[sinistral]

I know who wants to see me dead. Head to Penn Station. Be prepared to lose your brother on the upper level. I’ll meet you by the trains.

[asgard_trickster]

I can lose him in the streets before I ever reach the station. I'll see you before you see me.

[sinistral]

Then skip the trains altogether and meet me two blocks north. I’ll be on a bike.

[asgard_trickster]

On a what?

[sinistral]

Bike. Motorcycle.

[asgard_trickster]

Some sort of primitive combustion-powered land vehicle?

[sinistral]

Right, right, Asgard. Look for this.

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[asgard_trickster]

Ah, I was correct about it. I will be there shortly. We've just landed.

******

Loki slips away from Thor on the crowded streets of New York, assuming the appearance of a passerby. Heading to the location Barnes gave him, he shifts into himself, though wearing Midgardian clothing, when he spots the mercenary.

"Barnes." He wrinkles his nose slightly in distaste at the vehicle Barnes is straddling. "It smells."

[sinistral]

It’s not that long to wait, not really, though Bucky’s glad for the last vestiges of winter clinging to the air; long sleeves and gloves don’t draw too many stares. He’s leaning on one leg, engine of the bike purring its idle under him, posture casual enough to a common observer. He is, of course, acutely aware of his surroundings; Loki would likely pick up on the awareness.

And Loki? His arrival is met with a smirk and a laugh. “Everything in New York smells. Get on, we’re only heading out of the city.”

[asgard_trickster]

"There's only one seat," Loki points out distastefully. "And you're sitting in it."

[sinistral]

“Do they really have nothing like this where you’re from?” All the eye rolling right now. All the eye rolling. “You sit behind me and toss an arm around my waist; we look like we’re a couple and no one blinks twice.”

[asgard_trickster]

"Your culture is so forward," Loki mock-scolds, but he climbs on behind Barnes all the same.

"And where are we going, exactly?" he calls over the noise of the engine.

[sinistral]

“And here you are, stuck on Earth with me.” As soon as Loki’s seated they’re off, weaving through traffic, the sights and sounds of the city a backdrop to their ride. Bucky doesn’t pay it too much attention; this isn’t his New York.

“For right now? We’re just hopping south into Jersey. Then we fly out of here.”

[asgard_trickster]

"To this... Amsterdam," he surmises. "Why are you helping me?" he asks. Barnes is friends with Rogers, isn't he? The good Captain has no love or sympathy for the rogue Prince of Asgard, so what's this man's angle?

[sinistral]

"Mmm. Unless there's another city you'd prefer to visit."

Bucky tosses a look over his shoulder before turning his eyes and attention back to the road. "Why do you care?"