Get your gen texts here!

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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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[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?"

[asgard_trickster]

"I don't know Midgard well. And I'm interested to know what I'm getting into. Rogers is a friend of yours, is he not?"

[sinistral]

"Amsterdam's a good place to go wherever you want. Disappearing is easy. Might be even easier for you than me."

He shrugged, still focused on the road in front of them. "Thor's your brother, and you could've told him where I was going to meet you. As far as I know, I'm still at the top of Stark's list."

[asgard_trickster]

"The top of Stark's list of beings from this realm, perhaps. There's nothing for me to gain by turning you in to my aggressively do-gooding brother. He's not interested in inactive threats, and even if he were, it would gain me no favour."

Loki watched the cityscape around them change as they passed.

[sinistral]

“So we’re on the same page in not telling anyone where the other is.” And Bucky is completely fine with that.

Fortunately weekend traffic isn’t as bad as it could be, and the ride is relatively short, for its distance. It’s not far over the state line that Bucky turns off onto a cut labeled as a scenic overlook. And the view from the top is pretty, overlooking trees and river with the city in the distance and surrounded by enough forest to be useful. But it’s not what interests him. Gliding the bike into a parking spot, he rolls his shoulders and looks over the left one at Loki. “We’ve got about a mile to hike, but our next ride’s probably a little more to your liking.”

Wakandan aircraft are in a class of their own after all and a good relationship with the princess had gained Bucky a few favors.

[asgard_trickster]

"I'm capable of walking."

Slightly curt, perhaps, but the man claims to have no angle and Loki dislikes owing debts, though he rarely feels bad about failing to pay them.

He climbs off the vehicle and glances around. This planet has a lot of cliffs, he notes. He stood at the edge of a very different one last time he was here.

He turns away from the view and looks at Barnes.

"Which way?"

[sinistral]

“Follow me.”

It’s through the trees; there’s no marked trail but Bucky had spent enough of his army days crawling through European forests with no map and is clearly still comfortable in so doing. He glances over at Loki as they hike, trying to figure out the whole story there. He only knows Thor by way of Steve, and that’s simply not enough to go on.

“So here you are on Earth. Now what?” There’s curiosity in his voice, as well as an undercurrent of caution.

[asgard_trickster]

"I'm not certain. I suppose we'll see what routes are available away from the realm." He glances over. "I've shielded the Earth twice from grievous harm since I tried to rule it, but I doubt there is any proof of that and I doubt even more I would be any more welcome if there were."

[sinistral]

"Get used to it." Shaking his head Bucky continues to move through the foliage. Loki seems to be doing just fine on the cross country trek — or at least gives no indication that he's otherwise — so Bucky's not bothering to slow his pace.

"To most people, all I am, all I'll ever be, is a HYDRA assassin. Nothing I do is going to change that opinion any time soon."

[asgard_trickster]

Loki, still (seemingly) dressed in a dapper dark suit, is keeping pace just fine through the underbrush. He bats a branch out of the way and asks "Have YOU considered leaving this realm? It seems to offer you little. You could start somewhere else with a clean ledger."

[sinistral]

“It’s not exactly been a feasible option before.”

The aircraft is just ahead, all sleek smooth lines and curves; Wakanda is miles beyond anyone else in technology. Only Stark even comes close and Bucky doesn’t exactly try to think about Stark often. It’s a small craft, big enough for two to be comfortable but clearly meant for speed and stealth in transport. “Besides, as long as HYDRA still exists, I have work to do eliminating them.”

[asgard_trickster]

Loki glances at him sidelong.

"HYDRA?"

He's never heard of it, but he didn't exactly spend any of his time on Earth building alliances.

He'd intended to rule them all.

[sinistral]

“Grew out of the Nazi movement, back in the 40’s. Sought to rule over the earth for the greater good of all men.” He returns that glance with a flat look; he doesn’t know all the details of Loki’s last visit to Earth, but he knows the basics from Steve. And from those basics, he knows the story should be at least somewhat a mirror of Loki’s own.

“Which I guess brings us right back around to the question of what you intend to do now.”

[asgard_trickster]

Loki rolls his eyes. "I'm no longer interested in a reign over your backwards and primitive little world, if that's what you're asking. Your species is almost aggresively opposed to your own greater good; who am I to impose unwanted order?" He glances over with a smirk. "Chaos is more fun anyway."