13732/Whatever, SHIELD

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Whatever, SHIELD
Date of Scene: 03 January 2023
Location: New York, Streets
Synopsis: Loki contacts Fury via messenger about his rule.
Cast of Characters: Nick Fury, Loki




Nick Fury has posed:
With the New Year's passage, one would assume that things, that is, the holiday surge, would begin to settle down. For civilians, anywayy, that's the case. For those that keep watch and make sure the world is a better place in the morning, threre really is no such thing as 'holiday' beyond a numbered date on a calendar. For all the exuberant 'Happy Holiday' messages, sometimes it takes the recipient a moment before realizing that 1., it's a holiday, and 2., which holiday it actually is!

Travelling from here to there. Mostly there.

Director Nick Fury is behind the wheel of a black SUV, tinted windows, and one could bet dollar to donuts that the body is armored, and the glass is all bulletproof. The radio is on, and the man has his hands hanging at the top of the wheel as he's stuck in traffic as he and a thousand other travellers are waiting on the change of a light in the bustling city of New York. Gridlock is a thing.

The swearing that comes from the man is as legendary as he is; these are the people he's protecting?

Loki has posed:
No doubt the director of SHIELD has some items to give him warnings about certain things. Even magical ones -- talismans and the like, which can sense changes and energy of some kinds...

While it may be true that the God of Trickery could choose to not be sensed in some situations - in this situation, for whichever reason, Fury's sensors have been tripped. Something is here. In fact, proximity is close. And comes with a visual. On the hood of Fury's SUV a large bird lands with a relaxed, simple grace. Even a glance screams of Asgard, though the bird itself doesn't convey WHICH denizen of Asgard it might be related to. It lands, and surveys the virtual parking lot of traffic with a sort of thoughtful disinterest, before staring in through the windshield at Fury himself, promptingly.

Nick Fury has posed:
The horns have already started blaring for cars to take that inch or two bit of land, which has others rolling down their windows and yelling in true New York fashion. Fury is remaing silent, at least where the other drivers around him are concerned. That's not to say that the sidearm that sits in his shoulder holster isn't getting a little warm and just a touch heavier.

Nope, no shooting anyone today. The last thing he wants is-

The landing of the bird onto the hood of his SUV gains the Director's attention immediately. Leaning forward, he swears softly, "That ain't no fucking city pigeon." Anyone else might feel a little stupid talking to an animal and expect an answer. Nick? Heh...

Rolling his window down with the touch of a switch, he hangs his left arm out as he leans partially out the window. "Really?" he calls out. "Now? Son of a bitch.. you all have timing, you know that?"

Loki has posed:
The bird stares at Nick Fury very calmly, opening its wings sideways slowly in a bored stretch, before a voice is projected, no doubt magically. No need to actually speak; the beak doesn't move at all.

"Should I give the message that you are, in fact, very busy at this time?" asks the bird. It has a warm, deep feminine tone; some sort of messenger, it appears. "I will, though, report what you appear to be occupied by," warns the raven then, serenely. Saying no while sitting on ass in traffic may not look great, but she's giving him that chance to decide. She looks around again, with a very intelligent gleam through eyes that reflect silver half-moons.

Nick Fury has posed:
//I knew it.//

When the bird 'speaks', Nick stares at the beast for a long moment with that singular eye, fixing itin place. There's no answer for a couple of heartbeats before, "We don't have the befit of god-damned flying cars," he grouses. In the next moment, however, he's spinning the steering wheel, moving the front of his car into the right side of traffic, cutting off the out-of-state car. Horns blare again, and he's rolling down the passenger side window. Nick isn't about to be all that polite, and he gives the driver a long, dead stare as he repositions his car.

"Hold on." It's meant as both a warning and a suggestion that it may be a few minutes.

Loki has posed:
"Of course," the raven says. It doesn't linger there on the moving car - instead it moves to the other one that Nick glared at, which causes THAT driver to sit back in their seat. The raven is //really// large, and with that intellect in the gaze... it's eerie. The driver sits, frozen.

Once Fury has positioned, the raven glides back over; this time to the top of the SUV above the driver-side door, waiting there with a calm quality.

Nick Fury has posed:
The bird comes in in a clinch! The driver of the other car is motionless, staring agape at the bird on his hood. It's as if very little time passes, but Nick does get his SUV over to the right lane, thus being able to shoot down a sideroad and doublepark in front of a yellow-marked loading zone.

As the black car rolls to a stop, Nick is emerging from the car; the bird will have to figure out if it's going to ride the door or fly.. but he's not stopping unless he physically cannot open it. He's dressed in his 'usual', that is, the long black leather coat, boots, and a black knit hat sits atop his head.

"Right. Tell me that you were sent from Thor, because any other message is not going to fill me with the proper amount of holiday cheer."

Loki has posed:
The bird shimmers a little bit, but that may just be the magic of its construction. It half flies, half 'reappears'. "No, Prince Thor did not send me. However, I hope to bring you cheer of another kind."

No doubt THAT suggests where this is going... and the raven itself is being entirely professional. This is not a joke to the messenger...

"Prince Regent Loki, acting sovereign of Asgard, is drafting and extending many diplomatic offerings to other worlds and civiliations," the raven explains, in a well-practiced way. It will, absolutely, feel like it has probably done a lot of these speeches already.

"It is known by the Regent that your group has multiple grievances," the bird primly continues. "Should you wish to be considered an ally of Asgard, those grievances must be stricken from your record. No apology is required, as the Regent is very generous and tolerant, though if you choose to make one, it could bring a positive outlook to future conversations." The raven isn't being sarcastic or snarky: it is more like it is just a messenger, doing a job here today.

"While you may have previously had difficulty with the Regent himself, you now interact with the grace of the sovereign, and as such, diplomacy is most ideal for all. I ...recommend any animosity be set aside, and it is my honor to relay that the Regent intends positive cooperation with you going forward, and sees no reason for war or a continuation of any past problems."

Nick Fury has posed:
'Prince Regent Loki'. That means everything that Nick had been told is true; Thor isn't around, who knows where Odin is, and there... though he has to give grudging respect for Loki's restraint.

'Prince Regent'.

Nick lifts his arms to cross his chest, and he stares for a long moment at the deep, dark feathered messenger. Finally he speaks, and he agrees, "Numerous grievances," is echoed in acknowledgment. "But, I'll accept this," for the moment. After all, they all have problems with outworlders, and those Earth 'home grown' organizations. "For now."

Dropping his hands into his pockets, Nick's voice is low but certain, "You tell Prince Regent Loki that I won't try and throw his sorry ass in jail the moment I see him. In fact, I might actually let him talk. Hell, I might even agree with him." There's a long pause before he adds, "Maybe."

Nick reaches for the doorhandle of his SUV to pull it open, "Tell him that the ball's in his court now."

Loki has posed:
"I am merely a messenger, but I would advise anyone against any attempt to jail the ruler of Asgard, as well as negative words of that kind going forward," suggests the raven. It's diplomatic, but giving an honest thought. The raven may feel as intelligent as any other dignitary: and in fact, may not be a raven at all, really. Magic is a funny thing.

"I was instructed to say, if you accepted, that you may send three ambassadors to the Asgardian embassy. One or two may be selected for a visit, to discuss anything else you may have questions about," the raven says. She then gives a little dipping bob of her body, though she doesn't fly off right away: she does give him a chance to answer.

Nick Fury has posed:
Nick stares at the messenger 'pigeon' for a long moment, and deadpans, "Yeah, thanks for the advice." It's pretty obvious that it's taken and summarily dismissed.

Once he speaks, he's leaning in and getting back into the car, closing the door, though the window is down. "Three ambassadors, one or two selected. Right. Thank you. I'll give this the proper amount of consideration that it deserves." Nick being diplomatic? Don't bet on it.

"Oh, and thanks for your help in traffic. I was getting annoyed."

Loki has posed:
"You are welcome," chuckles the raven. There's a pause, and then ripples of teal magic, threads of blue and green, flutter over the car. ..."You have seven minutes of flight," says the messenger serenely. "I am empowered to grant thoughtful assistance in the name of the Regent," she clarifies.

"I appreciate your time." With that, she spreads her wings ... folds into the air, and disappears entirely.