She says it with a half-laugh, not actually all that funny. She does attempt a smile, though, and heads to the edge of the roof, preparing to jump down.
"If you're really interested, I don't mind."
She pauses, sitting on the edge of the roof, kicking her feet -- then nods at him.
"I'm really interested," Loki asserts, nodding. Stories have always fascinated him, the more fantastical the better, but stories of god-granted powers interest him even more. "If you have the time, I'll listen."
She sits and so he sits further along the edge of the roof, not exactly within reach but close enough for them to hear one another. "Loki. Well met."
Again, it sounds familiar, but she can't place how. Instead Ellie gives a small shrug, a half-smile.
"Nice to meet you too," Ellie answers. She notices too how he's careful to keep that distance between them. Either he's considerate of her suspicious nature or he's suspicious himself, and she approves of both.
The smile creeps to being a full one.
"All right, but you're buying, fancypants."
She slips down off the edge of the roof, catching herself a few times on the way down to the ground level. Thanks to an old friend's tutelage, she even makes it look like it's not going to hurt later.
Of course he's paying, naturally. He lives in Hightown after all. "Fancypants," he repeats bemusedly, getting to his feet as she parkours her way down to the ground.
He's still unused to nicknames that are just handed to him suddenly, give him a moment.
For his downward option, he makes his way back to the roof of his apartment and then jumps down to the patio, before going inside and locking the door on his way out to the street.
When he spots Ellie again he gives a little wave. "There's a place with decent wine not far from here."
Ellie loiters; sticking to the corner. Several people have already strolled by her, giving her suspicious looks. Though she doesn't exactly look like she came out of a gutter, there isn't anything about her outfit or bearing that says nobility, and she sticks out like a sore thumb.
Ellie brazenly meets their eyes, her chin tilted up just a touch, like a silent dare. But thankfully, nobody has given her trouble.
A few heads turn as Loki approaches her, but that seems to be enough explanation for some of them, and they carry on.
Returning the wave, Ellie lifts one shoulder and glances down at herself. There might be a little bit of an edge of humor, glinting in the corner of her eyes.
"I think they'll survive," is Loki's retort, and then he gives Ellie a little bow. She'll follow, he presumes, but he keeps her in his peripheral vision anyway as he leads the way to a place locals probably consider 'quaint' and that Loki wonders how they can maintain the rents in this part of town, but that's only half his business.
They do, however, have good wine. And platters of meats and cheeses, which he orders to go with the wine. The seat they're shown is at the window but not so close to the other patrons that they'll be easily overheard.
"So," he drawls as the wine is poured and the other food is set on the table between them, "this tale of yours. Where does it begin?"
Ellie snickers under her breath and follows him, just close enough to make it clear she's walking with him, not planning on robbing him. They get a few odd looks, but it's brushed off easily enough.
They head into the local place, not quite fancy enough to have Ellie's hackles up, and she thanks him for the order, talking with her mouth full. Cheese is still a treat.
"Oh, shit," she mumbles around a bite, reaching up to cover her mouth briefly. "Good question." She takes a moment to think about it, but- just as quickly, she discards most of the story. It's not relevant, not really.
"So... one minute, I was in my own world. Wyoming. Walking through the woods. Then... I woke up in the back of a van, drugged out of my fucking head, wearing a hospital gown." She takes another bite of cheese. "Somebody'd shaved off all my hair. I had stitches in the back of my head. The people in the van looked like nurses. And they just... dumped us. Me and some random other folks. In the alleyway. Told us to "look for the people that glow", and they fucked off."
Ellie pulls a face.
"There were a handful of us. Most of them were freaking out. One girl decided that since I wasn't freaking out as hard, I had something to do with it. She took a swing at me, and I ducked and pulled back, and... turned invisible."
There was more to it than that, but that was the gist.
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She says it with a half-laugh, not actually all that funny. She does attempt a smile, though, and heads to the edge of the roof, preparing to jump down.
"If you're really interested, I don't mind."
She pauses, sitting on the edge of the roof, kicking her feet -- then nods at him.
"I'm Ellie."
oh man it happens
She sits and so he sits further along the edge of the roof, not exactly within reach but close enough for them to hear one another. "Loki. Well met."
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"Nice to meet you too," Ellie answers. She notices too how he's careful to keep that distance between them. Either he's considerate of her suspicious nature or he's suspicious himself, and she approves of both.
The smile creeps to being a full one.
"All right, but you're buying, fancypants."
She slips down off the edge of the roof, catching herself a few times on the way down to the ground level. Thanks to an old friend's tutelage, she even makes it look like it's not going to hurt later.
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He's still unused to nicknames that are just handed to him suddenly, give him a moment.
For his downward option, he makes his way back to the roof of his apartment and then jumps down to the patio, before going inside and locking the door on his way out to the street.
When he spots Ellie again he gives a little wave. "There's a place with decent wine not far from here."
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Ellie brazenly meets their eyes, her chin tilted up just a touch, like a silent dare. But thankfully, nobody has given her trouble.
A few heads turn as Loki approaches her, but that seems to be enough explanation for some of them, and they carry on.
Returning the wave, Ellie lifts one shoulder and glances down at herself. There might be a little bit of an edge of humor, glinting in the corner of her eyes.
"If you think I'm dressed for it."
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They do, however, have good wine. And platters of meats and cheeses, which he orders to go with the wine. The seat they're shown is at the window but not so close to the other patrons that they'll be easily overheard.
"So," he drawls as the wine is poured and the other food is set on the table between them, "this tale of yours. Where does it begin?"
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They head into the local place, not quite fancy enough to have Ellie's hackles up, and she thanks him for the order, talking with her mouth full. Cheese is still a treat.
"Oh, shit," she mumbles around a bite, reaching up to cover her mouth briefly. "Good question." She takes a moment to think about it, but- just as quickly, she discards most of the story. It's not relevant, not really.
"So... one minute, I was in my own world. Wyoming. Walking through the woods. Then... I woke up in the back of a van, drugged out of my fucking head, wearing a hospital gown." She takes another bite of cheese. "Somebody'd shaved off all my hair. I had stitches in the back of my head. The people in the van looked like nurses. And they just... dumped us. Me and some random other folks. In the alleyway. Told us to "look for the people that glow", and they fucked off."
Ellie pulls a face.
"There were a handful of us. Most of them were freaking out. One girl decided that since I wasn't freaking out as hard, I had something to do with it. She took a swing at me, and I ducked and pulled back, and... turned invisible."
There was more to it than that, but that was the gist.
"And that was new."