counterterrorism: (mocking ✫ and now i'm tarzan)
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[A liar lies to nations.
A liar lies to the people.
A liar takes the blood of the people
And drinks this blood with a laugh and a lie,
A laugh in his neck,
A lie in his mouth.
And this liar is an old one; we know him many years.
He is straight as a dog’s hind leg.
He is straight as a corkscrew.
He is white as a black cat’s foot at midnight.
]
hashtagging: (you can't ban me from Oklahoma!)
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[ It has become almost something of a ritual: once every few weeks, Loki will seemingly randomly end up on Bobbi's couch, and they will spend a morning, or evening, eating expensive ice cream and watching cartoons. It is one such time, an early Saturday enjoying brain numbing animation, when Loki suddenly sits up from his ungainly sprawl on the end of the couch. He lifts his head like a pointer getting a scent. ]

Mockingbird.

[ He had been calling her Bobbi just to annoy her with the fact he knew her real name, but now it is her codename, quick and sharp. ]

Get your uniform on.
counterterrorism: (mocking ✫ well ow.)
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[She's been in rougher spots before, she's quite sure, but it's been awhile and she's having trouble recalling them. Because right now, caught by the evil villain cult that worships snakes (why snakes? She has no idea), chained to a chair like something out of a bad bdsm and covered in bruises and blood (most of it not hers, thank you very much), she's aware the situation doesn't look good.

The man who seems to be their "interrogator" approaches her again.

All she was supposed to be doing was collecting recon.

What a crappy mission this has turned out to be. All she needs to do is slip a hand out of her chains and she knows she'll be able to take this ridiculous cult on, she knows it--

But she's got a bloody wrist and no progress and it's quickly looking like it's going to be a very long day.]
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Previously.

[ It has been over a month since the alternate-dimension weirdness that threw Bobbi and Loki together, and there has been no sign of Loki since.

That certainly doesn't mean he hasn't been busy. When your mother shows up with her sisters-in-arms and strikes deals for you to go get yourself into trouble for Great Justice (or politics), you go. Loki has lied, cheated, stole, bluffed and snogged his way through enough behind the scenes tomfoolery he is honestly just tired and in need of a little fun.

It is by chance he runs across Mockingbird's apartment building as a saved address in his GPS. He spends the day in lazy surveillance, until a woman who looks just like, walks just like the agent leaves one of the apartments.

Bingo.

By the time Bobbi gets home, there will be a teenage god of chaos camped out on her couch, eating her cereal, and watching cartoons on her television.
]
counterterrorism: (mocking ✫ my identity is a secret)
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[Bobbi is tired of being launched from one part of spacetime to another, that's all she's got to say to this situation.

Seriously, there's no reason for this nonsense. She's not being haunted by vengeful ghosts (who are seriously the epitome of the Nice Guy syndrome, what gives?) and she's not in any recent trouble. She's pretty sure, anyway.

So...why the sudden appearance in a heavily forested area? The sound of waves crashing makes her think island, but it's hard to believe they're on Earth when the sky is purple and the leaves on the trees are blue.

Seriously.

H u f f.]


What gives?

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