12-17-2013, 04:20 PM
A cackle came from the fiery male beside her. Loki rather enjoyed the thought of terrorizing his brother. The guy, Halvard, was such a sap. He honestly thought he could convert him to the "light side of the force." But that was just a delusional wish. Loki wouldn't change. Why should he? He was doing what he wanted -- ruling people and making havoc. A civil, moral life hardly seemed worth it. It was dreary and boring and that was not a life worth living. Since his tragic "death," or rather the moment he became a Shi, Loki found life worth living again. It was joyful, bright, and perfect. Mayhem and madness were at his fingertips and he could command with ease.
Smiling, he looped an arm around Nessa once again. "Yes, let's." With that, he skipped forward, twirling only once to glance back at his partner in crime. "Hop to it, love. We've a life to ruin!"
The thing about Loki is that he was scheming. He had an idea underway. It would be fun, too. The C.R.O.N.O.S. wouldn't know what hit them. They would never see it coming either. To them, Loki was a master of electricity, not illusions. So when he took on the face and form of another and slipped behind the lines of C.R.O.N.O.S., well, they wouldn't know. It was the end goal, the end game. To get inside the organization would allow him to know the moves of the officers. It would allow him to avoid issues or rather, cause them.
Loki had been looking at impersonating a new recruit. He knew one was going to join shortly as he had been following the paper trail. He would kill the poor sap and take over as him. He could hold the illusion and with ease, too. He would have another, a male of his choosing, serve as his double. With Loki undercover as a cop, his double would disguise himself as Loki. This fake Loki would call the shots, for a while. The goal was to get the impostor Loki caught. He would be questioned and pried into until he revealed everything. But that would all be a lie. And C.R.O.N.O.S. would discover this. Then, upon discovering this, they would fall right into his trap. He would hit them so hard!
Grinning ear to ear, he looked at his trusted comrade, Nessa. She knew the plan but only bits and pieces of it. He didn't want too many to know as they might leak the truth, mistakenly.
"By the end of the week," he spoke aloud to himself, "I want to initiate phase one."
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