So I’m going to possibly very soon delete this blog.
But that’s cause I’m gonna re-do this entire character and I feel like that means I need a new url and completely clean blog and all that. I just feel like I completely ruined his character somewhere along the way. He’s supposed to be a human version of Loki, not a complete OC and I feel like it’s no longer a human!Loki at all and that bothers me. Like his personality doesn’t fit, and…everything.
That means existing relationships are pretty much null and void, unless you wanna send me an ask or something and be like “Hey if you tell me how you’re going to change Liam, we can do something to keep our characters as friends” or something. not that I have too many people in the relationships page, but yeah.
Current threads (those three lololol) I have going probably can still be done on the other blog? Not sure, see how that goes.
I’ll be posting up the new link (tonight or tomorrow) and probably put it in a queue for a few days or something idk.
Maybe the reason 90% of my followers don’t talk to me is because i’m making myself too available.
Instead of telling you my ask box is lonely i should be playing hard to get and telling you that my ask is having a party and all the questions i’m getting are dancing up a storm and spiking the punch and breaking things.
Sara narrowed her eyes slightly before laughing, “I seriously can’t tell whether you’re being a sarcastic now or what because apparently my sarcasm radar broke down,” she smirked as she joked. “But it’s coffee, Liam. Not exactly a rocket science,” Sara added with a slight shake of her head. Hearing his comment about pets Sara nodded, “I like kids, babysitting once in a while is okay for me, but for long term? I’m just afraid I’m going to screwed up and kill them in the process. The same as pet. I just don’t think I have it in me for a long term basis.”
"So beyond sarcasm, I was heading into ‘sounds-like-you-might-be-serious’ territory, was I? I worry for the mind of your assistant." He laughed, shaking his head. Crossing his arms over his chest, Liam leaned back a little as he listened. "Well at least you know whether or not you would be a good parent, I suppose. Some people aren’t quite so bright. They think they can raise kids, and then realize its too much of a hassle and fuck the poor bloody kids heads up."
“So what’s yer story, bub? I’ve got a school full of kids that I’ve sworn to keep safe so you’ll understand if we stay on opposite sides of that gate for a little longer,” Logan offered the stranger what he would have considered a polite smile, but was probably in reality more along the lines of menacing — either one would work at present. He smelled discomfort and urgency coming from the young man, but so far nothing that entailed an immediate threat to his school, even if the other’s responses so far hadn’t been very forthcoming with a clear purpose for his being there.
Still seated behind the wheel of the golf cart, Logan tapped a finger against the steering wheel as he continued to scrutinize the other man from head to toe with his gaze, meticulously scanning his posture, stance, and any other nonverbal indications of his disposition or intentions. “Let’s start at names. Mine’s Logan and I’m the Headmaster here. What’s your name, what kind of research did you do on us. Talk.”
He did understand that, and he wasn’t feeling entirely impatient. At the moment, he was just uncomfortable, especially with the way the man was looking at him. That expression was not a kind one. He hadn’t expected it to be. Liam gave a jerky nodded, trying not to move his head too much. One hand rose to press the palm into his left eye. “Understood.” He said simply, for the moment, trying to gather his thoughts into something coherent.
Logan. That name clicked somewhere in his brain, but he couldn’t remember why. He had seen a lot of names—of the superhero variety—after hacking into Tony Stark’s database when he was in Bruce Banner’s lab one time. Bloody difficult that had been, but it had been made a lot easier considering where he was and who he was with. Then again, it could have simply been the name he read off the research he’d done. It was strange forgetting these things when his memory was usually flawless.
"Right… I’m Liam. Work for the CIA as a hacker. Recently I managed to get myself into quite the mess and after said mess was…over and done with, I had another problem to deal with. I’ve always sort of…repressed my ability and I guess the…mess…I ended up in sort of…fucked with my head. It was a switch before, and now it just won’t. turn. off. I’ve never really had that much control over it before anyway, and so I just did a lot of looking for some help with how to…I guess control it. Found out about this school and…that’s it. I swear." Liam paused. "I feel like I’m going crazy hearing everyone’s thoughts in my head and I don’t know how long I can handle it."
Sara frowned, “That’s unusual…” she commented as she kept studying the files, “I mean if they really want the piece to be recovered they must be desperate for help and they need someone like you who can traced it back to the source. But they didn’t seemed desperate enough.” she looked up from the files, “Something’s a bit weird I think. Look the night the sculpture went missing is actually the night the real sculpture was not in display, but in the restoration room to be cleaned. So the thief must have hacked into the museum’s whole security system to get there. This man, assuming he is a man, is a genius. I love cases like this.” Sara said enthusiastically. With his words Sara laughed softly, “Well sure hope so, you don’t seem to be the prat type so far.” she smiled.
"Yes, I found it strange myself." Liam tilted his head to the side slightly, lips turned down in a shrug. "You don’t think they might have wanted it to be stolen, do you? Of course, I suppose they wouldn’t have reported it stolen…but still…." Liam didn’t know much about this whole event, but he knew something wasn’t quite right about it. He listened, leaning forward attentive. "Interesting. How much is that art piece worth? Seems like a lot of trouble for it. Maybe I’m in the wrong business." He smiled. "Kidding, of course."
Sara caught the sarcasm and she laughed in response, “Well you’ll be surprised at how it seemed to be very hard for my assistant to bring my coffee the way I wanted it every morning.” she told him still with a laugh. “Or well maybe I’m just not really the nurturing type, you know?” she shrugged her shoulders.
"Oh, some people just aren’t made for following instruction, really. They just don’t listen too well." Liam said, smiling back at her. "Sure. Pets are high maintenance things anyway. They’re like perpetual children. You never cease to care for them. I don’t think I’m really all that good with that sort of thing either."
“If I give the word, activate DEFCON 1 protocols and alert everyone. I’m going down there to sniff me out some answers.”
Logan pushed back his sleeves as he marched out of the chamber, heading straight for the front door. He picked up the keys from one of the golf carts used to move about the grounds and hopped in it, sniffing the air and scanning the perimeter for any signs of unwanted presences. He was indeed picking up an unknown scent — no doubt from the stranger — but it brought nothing foul with it. He couldn’t smell magic, so he’d have to get much closer to find out.
Thank you. An escort will arrive shortly to address your inquiry. Please wait.
As the golf cart approached the main gates, Logan narrowed his eyes and sniffed the air again. This only got stranger and stranger; was that…uncertainty he smelled? That’d be the last thing Loki would smell like, but for all he knew, the man standing outside the gates could be some sort of lackey. Upon closer inspection from the other side of the gate, the man did bear an uncanny resemblance to Loki, but did not emanate the arrogance and otherworldly scents like the Asgardian did.
He opened his mouth to yell at the stranger, but he could only think of Kitty nagging him to address people more politely, for the sake of passing off as a headmaster rather than a savage. Goddamnit, fine.
“So you’re a telepath, huh? How did you hear about us?”
If he had to do much more waiting, he might turn around and leave. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe someone would come to the gate, but Liam really was thinking this was just a bad idea. His “employment” with the CIA wasn’t exactly very secure, and he didn’t know what their policy towards mutants was. Liam liked his job. He was able to do what he enjoyed and get a nice salary for it. If he was told to leave because of this, he’d be kind of disappointed. He could always lie considering that was something he was extremely good at. But Liam wasn’t so sure he could leave the gates right now. The alternative to getting help from these people was slim to none. He might just end up going crazy and putting a bullet through his brain instead.
Liam was just about to step away from the gate and make a run for it when he spotted the golf cart. He arched a brow, wondering if that was the norm for huge estates like this. He had never been in the ownership of a mansion of any kind, especially not one that had been turned into a school. Blue-green orbs took in the sight of the man driving the vehicle and he stiffened a little. He was getting a sense of hostility from the man, a kind of wariness that had everything to do with Liam. He also got the impression, or more than just an impression, that the man was forcing the politeness he was showing.
"More like a bloody beacon right now, but yeah." Liam shrugged. "I…did a bit of research, is all. Sort of desperate considering I don’t usually seek out other mutants." He couldn’t help but admit that, but honesty seemed like the best choice of action right now.