1964-03-22 - Busted

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Summary: Loki, as Serrure, is coming to bring Doug lunch when the Agent is busted by his boss, Peggy.
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Outside the front, Loki…well, he calls himself Serrure, watches as people, maybe some not-agents, and some agents, go in, and out, waiting for the right casual time to go sauntering in. He has a brown sack in one hand, and for an observer, he keeps talking softly to himself. He paces a bit. Then he stops, takes a deep breath, and then marches towards the door. He is wearing a nice coat and scarf, and instead of a sweatervest, he has taken advice and switched to a button-down in a pale green.

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Doug is dressed in a charcoal suit with a dark tie, who isn't? He was going to step out for lunch, so he's slipped on his dark pea coat and hat and headed out of the building, possibly to run right into Surrure.

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ROLL: Loki +rolls 1d20 for a result of: 1

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While Peggy didn't often come to their antiques shop front, it had far too many memories of another time related to it, occasionally she needed to come up town to help organize things. Especially when she as coordinating two teams, one for the death of Michael Ye and the other for her missing husband. So, she pulls her long, elegant Aston Martin into the parking spot right outside the antique's shop, the spot with an innocuous sign which says 'Government Worker's Only' and kills the engine. A moment later, her heavily pregnant frame swings out of the door and she uses the side of it to help her stand up. SHe shoulders her purse, moving to shut the door with her hip.

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The timing is astounding. ly. bad. Just as Peggy is out of the car, she can see what appears to be Loki, hand on the antique shop door handle, yank it open in dramatic fashion, and smash straight into Doug. Serrure doesn't even know who he's smashed into at first, the light on the inside of the shop all dim like every antique shop ever. He's just trying not to trip.

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"Oof." Doug grunts. "Sorry. I didn't see…" he starts to apologize. "Are you alright? Hey!" he says, the last tone happy as he sees who he literally ran into. "What're you doing here?" he looks back inside, though. "You shouldn't be here."

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Just about to walk to the door of their store front, Peggy sees the face and body of someone she hasn't personally met, but read more than one file about. A man who threatened her replacements life, even if he couldn't have know the other Peggy was a skrull. He still choked a pregnant woman. A man who went on air and exposed aliens to the world. The director, somewhat waddling or not, marches straight in the direction of the front door and calls to him, "Loki, what are you *doing* here?" Her dark eyes are all narrowed suspicion, especially as her words echo Doug's. She looks up to the young man, "…Agent Ramsey. Do you know this man?"

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Serrure puts his hand on Doug's shoulder, presses, then squeezes. Its a little too tight. Then it relaxes when he's yelled at. The rather honestly fond look on his face when it faced Doug, changes to more puzzled as he turns to regard the pregnant woman. "Oh?" Then a smoothe smile. His voice comes out all buttery, "Agent Ramsey." And sing-song. "That truly sounds so…dangerous. Ahhh…I was only bringing lunch for the agent." He lifts the paper bag and then his expression falls at once. It is totally crumpled. Those sandwiches are SMOOSHED, for sure.

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"Director Carter?" Doug asks in surprise. "I…" he looks to Serrure. "Loki?" he says. "You're Loki? Oh! I get it now, the name, I mean." Back to Peggy. "I didn't know he followed me here. He didn't know anything, as far as I thought."

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"…Followed you *where*? An antiques shop? I don't care what you do with your off hours, antiquing, knitting or worse. I do care that a man who threatened all of humanity and attacked me…" Well, not exactly her, but it wasn't with squibbling about now, "Is an associate of yours, apparently. Loki. You certainly went under ground after that little stunt on the Sullivan show. What are you doing here, now?" Peggy insists, her clipped British voice all cold business, even as she tries to play this off NOT as one of their offices, but just a random antique's shop.

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Serrure frowns. "Ahhh…this is not the first time that someone has called me that, but my name is Serrure and I own a bookshop, on the other side of Central Park. I came here for lunch." He wiggles the sad little sack of paper. And despite the words technically being accurate, there is /something/ dangerous lurking behind those verdant eyes, like an instinct, perhaps the same one responsible for stalking the translator.

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"_Is_ there something worse than knitting?" Doug asks. "Though the Incans had an interesting way of recording things with knots and…" but he fades out, as discussions of quipu aren't that interesting except to Doug. "I didn't know he was Loki." he tries to explain. "He seemed nice." and he frowns a bit, perhaps feeling betrayed?

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Skepticism lines Peggy's features, though her dark eyes narrow just a bit more on Serrure as he claims to be a book store owner. "…The whole world saw you on the Ed Sullivan show. Yeah, you might be a bit… I don't know…Better cleaned up now. Shaven… You… you look a touch different. But still you. Rumors were you were dead. WHat happened?" Yes, the woman is just going to half interrogate the man on the middle of the sidewalk, right here and now. Any danger that seems to be lurking in those eyes doesn't scare her, Peggy stiff and confident as ever. "As for you, Ramsey, don't you ever watch the telly? Next time you are in the office, grab the file on Loki. Learn a bit more about your supposed friend here."

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Loki clenches his jaw as Doug finishes up with 'he seemed nice'. His manner gets tighter as Peggy continues her interrogation. He drops his hands down near his sides and looks sharply from Doug to Peggy. He breathes slowly, controlled. "/Firstly/…if what you say is true, then I do not remember anything. Nothing." He crafts his voice whispery, hushed. "And I /am/ his friend, and I /am/…" he lifts his angled chin as he cuts his eyes back over to Doug, "nice."

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"Yes, ma'am." Doug agrees. "Television drive me mad, though. Rveryone's saying so many things even when they're not talking… and then there's the commercials. I prefer the radio." he admits, like it's perfectly normal to blather on while an important person is interrogating an Asgardian. He looks between them for a moment, trying to think of something to say.

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The woman looks between the two, skeptical, half torn between arresting Loki right here or going on with the actual work she had to do. SHe shakes her head quietly, "…Ramsey, I expect a full report about this all on my desk tomorrow. Loki… Just… Try not to get any more people killed, alright?" Peggy half huffs, and then she turns on the ball of her foot, heading around the corner and down the street. She'll have to use the back entrance.

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Loki waits until the woman has departed, then steps out of the way of the doorway. He lowers his chin and just seems to stare for a pretty long time, at Doug, his thoughts all mixed around in there and not exactly sure how to come out without being terrifying. "Doug. I'm not…what she's saying…I am. And…if I ever was, then it seems…" he tilts his head, "I wanted something different, for myself, away from that."

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Doug tries to take Loki's arm to lead him from the building. "They have terrible antiques here." He manages a smile. "What was she sasying you were? A god? An Asgardian? Something from a storybook? Something else?" he sighs. "I suppose it makes sense, though - those creatures trying to kill you to be free of something." He shrugs, though. "I guess I was right, that remembering would be a punishment."

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Serrure continues on with the agent a little ways down the street. He is definitely struggling with his thoughts. As they start to pass an alley, though, he suddenly moves and grabs for Doug's peacoat-covered arm to drag him into the shadowed space. If he can, he presses the other man's back to the wall, one hand near to his head. "And what does it mean, to you? Does it change anything? Have you suspected I may be horrible…is that why you did not meet me for coffee this morning? I /missed/ you."

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Doug doesn't fight, not yet. "Was I supposed to meet you?" he asks. "If I was I forgot, I'm sorry about that." He shrugs. "I told you that it didn't matter what you had done, didn't I? I suspected there might be something more to you than a bookstore when we fought those creatures."

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"I do not know." Loki whispers, his voice soft, soothing, restrained. "I have met a lot of people in the store. I…even will admit that I hinted at more than one of them to have coffee with me. But, you were the one who did." There's a shift of his intimidating posture. He takes a step closer, and he moves his hand from the wall to Doug's shoulder. The language of his expression, of his form, describe someone /fighting/ for something.

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"We all have our secrets, don't we?" Doug asks in response. "WHat do I tell them, though? Now I have to write a report and sit through endless meetings and…" he shrugs, though, smiling a touch. "I guess it's worth it." He looks at Loki. "DId you tell Odin that he was unmanly, that he knocked on doors in the guise of a seidr, like in the Lokasenna?"

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Loki seems to 'ease' in his expression when he catches that hint of a smile. "I have no idea. Your boss said I was dead. I suppose you can tell them whatever you want about me. Tell them…you'll get close, keep an eye on me. Then maybe they'll even pay for our lunches." There's still something restrained, and his eyes squint.

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