Post #2440786 in Marvel's: The Order, a roleplay on RPG

Loki's smirk faltered until it fell off completely as Astrid began to rhyme off 'facts' and assumptions about things, which almost made Loki disappointed that he had told her. He was hoping for something more explosive, more emotional: instead, he got logically assumed thesis with little supporting pieces to boot. Yet that was Astrid for him, which made the smirk slowly return - the fact that she had kept her cool - while made things much less interesting - was one of the reasons she intrigued him so much. How could a mortal be so indignant and calm, yet not at the same time? Loki enjoyed fitting the pieces of that puzzle together, no matter how slowly.

She returned to her meal as Loki remained silent, musing over what words would be the best to say before finally looking back up at her. Loki's green eyes seemingly pierced the darkness, his smug grin illuminating his face. "My my, you are making quite the presumptions Miss Fury. These ideas of your mother being in Asgard are truly a stretch indeed, but to go as far to say you are related to Thor? Preposterous." Loki's voice was purposely layered with irony and satire, and he knew that it wouldn't take much of Astrid's brain power to figure out he was playing with her. "While I am not at liberty to tell you anything, it is also clear that this matter won't just disappear on its own like it is with your twin. "Though I must ask you this after such a powerful speech: you already have made your assumptions on who knows of this 'secret'. So who would have enough influence over so many powerful people to keep such a large 'secret' under wraps?" Loki was purposely leading Astrid on, since he was bound by Odin's breath that he was unable to directly speak of the Fury twins' heritage, or face imminent exile to some asteroid. But that wasn't stopping him from helping the process along, now was it?

You know how hard it is to focus on a murder accusation when a gorgeous woman keeps texting you extremely interesting conversations? Very, and Azzy knew that for a fact. He had been hired by 15 families - roughly 60 people in total - to accuse one Mr. Camide of 15 counts of rape, 13 counts of 1st degree murder and 2 counts of 2nd degree murder. This was probably the largest case that Azzy had ever had to deal with; even the judge was somewhat sympathetic with him, with Judge Martin extending the trial to 3 weeks longer when it became apparent that Azzy was, on some days, running himself ragged with raw information. Even his superhuman abilities could barely keep up with his schedule, let alone his other commitments. Azzy still had to check up on his sister every now and then, making sure that Loki wasn't being a prick or something.

So Azzy was constantly being texted by a friend that he had known for most of his life, the eccentric Orfelina, and their conversations rarely stopped. He finally got around to checking the time, realizing that it was around lunchtime, and gave up for food; literally. He was knee deep in papers, the assistant that he had hired when the case started was probably buried under one of those stacks of evidence, and Azzy was sick of seeing words on white paper. So after he called up Orfy to grab some food, Azzy found his assistant - buried as expected, trying to sort things - grabbed his blazer and cane before heading out. He caught up with Orfelina at a local diner, and finally the past had caught up to the present.

Azzy was trying hard not to laugh hysterically at Orfelina's story of her new 'intern', her exctatic personality rubbing off on him as she continued talking in her unusually fast paced, scrambled way. Just another thing he found adorable about her, he guessed. For a while now, Azzy was noticing that he was observing Orfy more often than normal. She was undeniably beautiful, with her red locks and the body of a lady barely older than Asbjorn. It also certainly helped that she had a hyperactive personality. However, she asked him a question he was expecting: “So, how's your case going? He gave out a sigh of playful annoyance, stretching his arms quickly before he grabbed his own drink of tea and taking a drink.

"Let's just say that my assistant may quit if this keeps up. I don't think I've ever seen that many papers on one desk in my life." He gave another sigh, before a smile crept onto his lips. "But we are getting there - I guess the fact that there is so much evidence is just helping me. Still, it would be nice to have a break from paper for at least a day." He took another sip of his tea before setting himself to relax once more. This was definitely a step towards a refreshing break that he knew he needed, but couldn't grasp. Good thing that he was closing in on finalizing his case, or else he would be stressing more.

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