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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[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."

[sinistral]

“And yet here you are with primitive little me.” He shrugs and boards the craft, flipping switches and going through the pre-flight check. Upside to HYDRA’s training? He was a halfway decent pilot now. “It must grate on your nerves.”

That last statement does earn a laugh though; Bucky rather agrees, to a certain extent. “I wouldn’t necessarily argue that, considering I cause a decent amount of it.”

[asgard_trickster]

"You grate less than you'd think; I've just spent dozens of lightyears in the company of my brother and Banner's idiot alter-ego."

He settles himself in the second seat and the illusion of his Earth clothing falls away, leaving the deep green and alien styling of his own clothing, cape and all.

"There is no more inane conversation."

[sinistral]

“I’ll try not to bore you too much.” Once, conversation had been easy. Once, Bucky had been the center of everything, the life of the party, the flirt. Now he’s quieter, more sober, and not as quick with the genuine smiles. He doesn’t know that he’ll ever truly get back to the old Bucky Barnes, and doesn’t know how much it should bother him.

The craft’s engines hum quietly as they come online, and Bucky pockets his gloves; it’s easier to feel the controls without. Though he does glance over at Loki as the illusion falls away.

“Nice trick.”

[asgard_trickster]

"You have yet to be a bore. It's impressive for a human." He glances down as the last golden glimmer of magic fades. "My mother was a powerful sorcerer. She taught me much that proved of use."

[sinistral]

"Maybe you just haven't met the right sorts of humans." Or maybe not; maybe it's simply that Loki just looks down on all humans. It wouldn't surprise Bucky, but at the same time he considers it of little enough concern. The opinions of others really don't hold much weight for him; he knows that most of them are negative.

"So why didn't you simply magic yourself away from your brother's side? Or does it not quite work like that?" It's genuine curiosity; he doesn't know anything about how Loki's magic works.

[asgard_trickster]

"I was not his prisoner," Loki insists, then a beat and he adds "But neither can I teleport. Besides," he admits, fidgeting with the edging on the panel in front of him, "I had my reasons for remaining. Traveling the galaxy can be dangerous and I rarely make friends."

Enemies, on the other hand...

[sinistral]

“Never said you were.” Again, he’d heard the story from Steve, such as one man could give it shape and perspective, and it was a number of years ago besides. And Bucky wasn’t exactly operational at the time.

He glances over at Loki again, taking his eyes away from their flight path for a moment. “In my experience, it’s a hell of a lot easier to make enemies.”

[asgard_trickster]

"I find people tend to demand loyalty with flimsy promise of return. Easier to find one's own way," Loki notes, looking out the window of the craft. "Where did you get this ship? Did you steal it?"

[sinistral]

“Depends on the person, I guess. The good ones... are really few and far between anymore.” He’s thinking of Steve of course; he’s also thinking of those in Wakanda who helped the both of them. And he’s trying not to think about why he’d needed the help in the first place, what he’d been turned into.

“Borrowed with permission from a princess. Eventually I’ll have to return it. But she’s a smooth ride and virtually undetectable, which made her perfect for this trip.”