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[When Loki arrives on the Plane, momentary surprise turning to curiosity as he looks around and does not see the woman, Meredith Sault, he met here previously] Of course. She would not be here again. [A small, knowing smile crosses his features.] I wouldn't be.

[He sets off to explore this new world after he is certain he won't simply be thrust back outside that little cottage once more. Stars surrounding him are not an unfamiliar sight to Loki. They are, however, not the ones he is used to in the constellations he studied and has used to guide him when no map could. They intrigue him and will warrant further inspection--but they are not his primary concern. After finding the Information kiosk and receiving aid from a helpful invisible woman--who he tried to find initially until he figured out the trick--he is left with questions not about how to go home. He has already tried what was suggested to him and found it quite clever. No, he wonders other things...] How is this world even here? Why has Father never mentioned it?

[As things seem relatively peaceful, he does not put on his armor; there doesn't appear to be any need for it, though he does stay on his guard. Instead, he cloaks himself for a time, wandering around this "Astral Plane" invisibly to see what it has to offer.

It...is not quite what he is expecting, but then again with the "Astral" denotation, he might have expected objects dealing more with the celestial bodies than what he has found. Surely, there are answers for this as well, and as he has assessed the dangers and this place well enough already, he removes his enchantments and heads towards a building which purpose he was initially unsure of until he took note of all the bottles of alcohol and suddenly it all became clear. The mortals there would be a good place to start.]

[As he speaks, he pushes the bar doors aside and gracefully strides in.] Pardon the intrusion. I must admit this is my first time getting a proper look around this plane of Astral. Yet, I find myself with more questions than the box of information can provide me. I would reward you with food and drink... [He glances at all the bottles behind the bar.] But I believe this building and one other is already handling that for you.

[He would know who would trick the trickster.]

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[He spots the empty bottles, wondering what possible uses she may have for them--for there are many where empty containers are concerned--then returns his attentions to her and strides over to the bar.]

Perhaps you can tell me more about the people who rule this realm. I would know more about them. The woman, Meredith Sault, was not exactly forthcoming with her explanation.

[She sighs and shakes her head. As she speaks, she moves her bottles to one side and then picks herself up to sit on the edge of the bar.]

Meredith Sault will continue to not be forthcoming with any explanations at all. Besides our initial meeting, I did run into her once, in the store. She was... the same. [She shrugs a shoulder.] She belongs to a group we apparently don't need to know about, and her motives are only for her to know.

I don't think anyone rules this realm. There are just some who seem to run it, like the machine it is. Or at least, they know more than they're willing to tell us.

That shop... [His lips purse for a second at the thought. How it appeared on Asgard without the All-Father's detection or Heimdall's notice is a source of mystery and curiosity for him.] Naturally, if they wish us to know nothing, then we must discover everything. A good secret is worth protecting.

A machine? Technology is different here, but when you say that, I expect to see metal gears turning and grinding, but I see nothing of the kind. There is but a mere hum if one truly turns one's ear to such a sound, and a ground that should not make such a noise with one's footsteps upon it.

["A good secret is worth protecting..." Congratulations, Loki, you just won a little half-grin out of her for that one. She nods once, agreement.] Then we have a lot to discover.

It's very different from my world as well. Still... some machines don't reveal their inner workings. This must be one of that kind. Of course, it may not be a literal machine at all. Or maybe it is. I just know that's what it's called, and it's a fitting enough name for it either way.

... If it matters, when I first came here, I was barefoot. The floor is cold and metallic. [dismissive handwave~] It's information, at least. Who knows the level of significance at the moment.

[He nods, closing his eyes for a moment as he absorbs that information. It's just as he suspected from the sounds of his own footsteps.] Literal or no, there are ways of turning such contraptions on and off. It is just a matter of finding where, and learning how it can be.

What is your name, my lady?

[~~Mir.~~ Jacqli. Miwa. ... Jacqli. ... Eennhh... Oh damn it all.]

You can call me Jacqli.

[Oh look, another empty bottle. She grabs it from the lower shelf and puts it behind her with the others. She then returns her attention to the conversation.] And you are?

Loki of Asgard, son of Odin. [But even as he properly introduces himself, his eyes are going from her to those bottles, an eyebrow slowly rising in question. (Normally, he would have done a smart little bow, but the occasion doesn't exactly lend itself to one this time.) What reason has she for collecting empty bottles?]

That is a very curious task you have set upon yourself. Might I ask for what purpose you are doing this?

A woman in my world has recently come into possession of a pharmacy. She and I often trade favors, and I know she's always in need of empty flasks and containers. Since it's convenient for me to bring her these, I thought I would.

[~~Because Jacqli can't say "friend," you know, much less "I'm doing this for a friend". Of course.~~ She looks up at him, head slightly tilted to one side, curious.]

Is Asgard the name of your world, or specifically where you're from?

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Ah, how very courteous of you. Such commodities must be a rarity if you must take them from another realm. [Or she is a person who must gather favors as one gathers raindrops in a cup.]

[He steps right up to the bar now, but doesn't lean forward against it.] Asgard is my home, yes. There is no difference, in my mind, between the name of the world and where I am from. They are very much the same. Now, whether my "reality" shares the name, then no. I do not believe it has a name unless it bears one that our hosts have given it.

Not necessarily a rarity, but I'd definitely say it's limited. Everything in my world is. [... Not that that thought isn't also true. Ahem.]

[She nods... and makes a note to dig through the files later and learn a little more about Asgard. Just because she can.] The hosts may have their own names for things, yes. I'd be curious to hear if they bother trying to define a difference between all the different variations of "earth" that seem connected to here.

No world is without end. [But is that entirely true as well? Hmm, he will never say.]

How many of these hosts are there? [The various names for places and realms means nothing to him as it is not unfamiliar to him for something to possess more than one title.]

Maybe. That depends on a lot. [And ever since she's been here, learning more and more about everyone's worlds and universes and laws of nature that are so vastly different from Ar Ciel, the list of variables just grows.

But, he's asked another question. She gives an audible breath as she folds her arms, thinking through her answer.] There's the cloaked woman, Meredith. There's also a man named Raymond that I've heard of, and there are two in charge of looking after the shop, most of the time. I believe there's also another woman, but I know very little about her. A few of the people who have been here a long time sometimes mention twins, whoever they might be.

[Learning of other people's worlds is what he wants. These are worlds that no one else knows of in Asgard. No legends, no former enmities--and most importantly, they are unseen by Heimdall's ever-seeing eye and Odin.]

[He nods as she speaks. Meredith he remembers, and he vaguely remembers a couple in the shop, but not much.] No one has seen these twins as of late? What roles do all these people play? [The second question is more of an open one, not one necessarily that she must answer.]

They haven't. I haven't seen them, I've only heard of them. [She sighs.] And if we knew the roles they played, maybe we'd have a better understanding of what's going on. Right now, it's mostly just questions. Which I hate. [Casual shrug~~]

You are certainly not alone in disliking the situation or the vast amount of unanswered questions with no one to readily hold accountable. [He falls silent for a moment, thinking. Clearly the answer at the moment is for him to continue talking to those around here and observing.]

[He puts on a smile and gives her a small bow.] Many thanks, Jacqli. I will leave you to your philanthropic task. 'Til we meet again.

[Yeah, asking around is probably a good idea. Goddess knows it's what she's been doing. ~~Well, up until she was given access to that handy little database...~~

She nods in return, but she bows to no one, sorry. And that philanthropic bit? Yeah that just makes her smirk a bit...]

Sure, Loki. I'll see you around, I'm sure.

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