♪ EXEC_06/. ♫

[fallbythesword]

[Jacqli appears on the Plane with the smuggest of smirks on her face. It's almost... dark, the way she wears it. She looks like she has all of the answers, like everything is going her way and nothing can stop it. And in this particular case, she's probably right. Which is probably the scary part.]

... Finally.

[She looks around, wondering who might be around. Then she decides that it doesn't matter, and makes her way to the beach. The desolate, waterless sand seems an ideal place for something like this, anyway. And once she's there, situated and ready, she rolls her shoulders back, tosses her hair out of her face and stands a bit straighter.]

I'll make sure it's ready before I go back.

[Suddenly, there's music, and she begins to sing.

Of course here, on the Plane, her words are translated for all...

Enjoy the free show.]

Comments

[behisequal]

Then why come here and sing? Your talents are needed on the battlefield. If it is help you wish for in decimating this monster, all you need do is ask.

[And he smiles charmingly, feeling somewhat in a rare mood where he wishes to go fight.]

[fallbythesword]

Because I felt like it. There's no reason not to take advantage of time stopping, even though I don't need the practice. I also don't need help. As I said, the monster is trivial. Pathetic. Almost to the point that it's cute.

[Nice try, Loki. But she still isn't really a fan of yours, and she's not even letting anyone she likes anywhere near her world... let alone you.]

[behisequal]

[No one does anything without a reason, but then again, that probably is just him. Entering combat for the sake of fighting is something Thor is more than happy to do. She's wise not to let him go to her reality; he would merely look and observe all the things he could for his own personal gain.]

This realm is perfect for practice, be it for combat training or one's own hobbies. With both, I wish you well, though I trust you do not need my well wishes to succeed. May your battle be swift, and your victory a joyous one.

[He smiles and slightly bows, politely. One day, he will get what he desires, and he can afford to wait. For now.]