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Who| Loki Laufeyson (MCU) and OPEN!
What| Meeting people and exploring
Where| Starting in the District 7 suites but then around anywhere you want
When| Any time over the past week and into the next week
Warnings/Notes| Will edit for warnings if necessary. Pick your date and location and anyone welcome!

Loki wanted to get to know the people here - in particular the other tributes - for one reason only. He wanted to learn and then exploit whatever weaknesses they would have in the Arena. Not that he expected them all to simply reveal what they could and couldn't do but he would talk to them and observe and figure out what he could from that.

He would continue to play up the part of the confident future victor, even as he was looking for ways to avoid this and find a way out. Speaking to people within the Capitol may help him with that - even if they did not know they were doing so. He would keep alert for anything of interest; anything that would help him escape or if that failed, ways to help him make it through the next arena, when it finally started.

He began within the suite he had been assigned: District 7. Looking for and speaking to his fellow tributes. Then he would move on and about the Capitol. He hoped that these couple of weeks would prove to be productive.

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A small part of Haruto knew that he should back at the training center, spending his time... well... training. But the greater part of him, the one that resented this situation and missed the freedom of the road, was going to go crazy if he stayed inside any longer. So he'd gone for a long and rambling walk, intent on seeing what he could see. Mostly, what he saw were a lot of bad wigs and alarming clothing choices... but there were worse things to find while on walkabout.

Walking eventually became shopping, and he'd made the impulsive purchase of a soccer ball when he stumbled across a sporting goods store. That this world had soccer, and still cared about it enough to sell equipment, was sort of encouraging. Sort of. So the culmination of all his restless wandering and frivolous purchasing was that Haruto was out in the first park that he found with sufficient open space, kicking that soccer ball around idly. No charming children had come running up to join him (their parents probably didn't want them getting too close to a dangerous idiot, he was sure), but he could make do on his own.

When Loki found his way to the park, he noticed the person kicking around a ball. He didn't really recognise the sport and he took it more for another form of training. Maybe it was a lethal sort of sphere if kicked hard enough...

He approached, watching the man carefully.

Haruto soon catches on that he's being watched, but is in no particularly huge hurry to stop what he's doing and pay his observer some mind. Having kicked the ball into a tree, he catches it against his chest on the rebound, bounces it from one knee to the other, then heads it... then finally reaches up to grab it with his hands, before turning his head in Loki's direction.

"Soccer fan?" Hm, was this that guy that posted publicly about winning these games? Maybe he's worth having a word with.

"Does it usually explode?" Loki questioned, eyeing the ball with some amusement now.

The games he was used to more often than not involved weapons of some sort. An innocent ball was usually more than it seemed, if any were involved.

"Not... usually, no." So either this guy was from somewhere weird, or a horrible joker. Maybe both. "Here!" And he tosses the ball at Loki with a playful grin. "See for yourself!"

It does not explode. So there's that.

His reflexes were still quick enough to catch the ball easily - and he scrutinised it, turning it over in his hands.

"What purpose does it serve then?"

"It's for playing soccer. And if you're really good at it, they'll even pay you to do it." It is really hard to resist giving a cheeky answer to a question like that. Though he continues somewhat more seriously.... "There's not much in the way of organized sports where you're from, I take it?"

"Not unless by 'sport' you mean furious battles. Some like to call that a fine sport," Loki replied, sounding a little wry and he mirrored Haruto's actions by tossing the ball back to him.

"Ah." Haruto catches the ball easily, and gives an absent nod. "It sounds like you'll be ready for when they finally throw us in that arena." He then gives the ball a quick toss upwards, catches it and pulls it back in with one hand, and tucks it under his arm. "Didn't I hear that you plan on winning?" He's smiling, but it's not the same kind of joking around grin that he wore just moments before. This bit of the conversation might need to be handled more carefully.

There's a confident smirk from Loki at that. "So you saw that. Indeed, I will be the next victor here. I am a god. It will be simple," he sounded like he meant that, that he did indeed think this was going to be easy.

But while he did think he had a good chance, he didn't really believe that he wouldn't have to fight for it.

"A god?" Haruto quirks his head, and looks no small amount skeptical. "A god-god? Really?" He's not sure that he believes it, but he's not particularly floored by the declaration, either. "Of anything in particular?" Because there are gods of all sorts of things. Whatever this guy's in charge of may or may not be applicable to the situation at hand.

"Quite often they call me the God of Mischief," he replied, sounding amused. "Although I have also been called far worse things instead of mere mischief."

Haruto makes a vaguely positive sound of understanding, nodding his head. Yeah. That could get him quite far in the Arena. There are worse things to be the god of.

"So what do you plan on doing after you win, God of Mischief?" An important question, because thus far he has had the impression that winning an Arena was a very small victory in the greater scheme of things.

"Why, of course I will use my victory for the betterment of everybody," he said expansively, holding his arms out as if to encompass the world and embrace it.

Playing up to the Capitol: check. If he won he'd make sure it gave him advantages and nevermind anybody else.

"Everybody?" He's not sure that he's buying this. Though if this is all about the mischief, well, he can see how there could be an awful lot of it in that.... "What, everybody in the Capitol? In your district? The rest of tributes, too? That's pretty ambitious." Also, difficult. Also also, unlikely, in Haruto's estimation.

"Well, I should give priority to my own District," but he doesn't really feel any loyalty there, especially having newly arrived. "But would it not be more fair to give everyone an equal share of ... whatever rewards I can give."

He's so acting the part of the benevolent god right now.

"You should. It's not easy out there for them." Then, after a brief pause, "What district are you in again?" Though that's not a very big or important question and there's more conversation to be had than just that. "Now you've got me wondering just what kind of rewards there are, besides a lot of attention and being put in the spotlight. Maybe I should try winning this, too."

He's grinning and doesn't look at all serious about his claim. What could some ball-playing young man do, anyway?

"Why would not want to try to win? The alternative is death... even if they claim to bring you back," Loki noted, seeming more serious than Haruto.

"I have been assigned District 7."

Although he's not yet seen it. He's only been within the Capitol and he wonders if they even ever get sent back to said Districts. Everything was just a show here, it seemed. As far as Loki knew the Distracts weren't even real, just names for some sort of sorting of tributes.

"I'm not too worried about that." And he gives an easy shrug, playing it as cool as he can. It does worry him a little, but why let on? His reasons are his own, and don't need to be flashed around just yet. There are other things to talk about.

"District 7. That's lumber, isn't it? They work hard up there." He tosses his soccer ball up once and catches it, something idle to do with his hands while he keeps playing it cool. "By sending you into the arena, they don't have to send their children there to die. Anyone tell you that yet?"

Edited (yeah that makes more sense...) 2015-01-05 04:23 (UTC)

"They were a little fuzzy on the details... So we are like some sort of sacrifice in their stead, are we?" He sounded unimpressed. "I have only seen the Capitol here. Have you seen your own District, besides the suites?"

"Pretty much. Just a way for the Capitol to show how incredibly generous they are to the people that they rule." He drums his fingers along the soccer ball, and gives a quick shake of his head. "Not in person. I've seen footage. Not much of it. They like to keep information pretty well locked down, here. I had to go and flip a table before they decided they'd tell me anything." And then he grins, even though it's not actually funny at all. All that table-flipping got him a bit under forty-eight hours of re-education and torment.

"And what did you learn from that?" Loki questioned, his tone mildly curious but he was more interested than he let on. He was gathering information where and when he could. The more he knew the more he thought he would be able to do something about this place later - either by escaping or destruction or taking it over.

"I learned to be careful what tables I flip." There's another humorless laugh. "And maybe pick my battles a little better. It's not just about me or you here, after all. There's a lot going on."

"Such as?" He prompted. "I know that there are many people from many different worlds here... Is there some purpose other than... entertainment?"

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Out and about in the Capitol sound okay?

Sure!

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