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Loki	By this time, the magical alerts are probably well beyond annoying, and into obnoxious. Why? Because the magical tiki bar that Loki set up in the backyard keeps releasing little critters that set off the magical alarms. Every.     Single.         Time. As of this moment, two coconuts have wandered off out of the bar with magical legs, and are paddling around in the edge of the pool. Another is suntanning nearby on a napkin. Otherwise, the Tiki bar itself has been harmless to all scans - maybe another source of annoyance, as it seems to be exactly what it appears to be. Magical, sure. And expertly woven. But it's not demonic or a hellgate to madness. It's just really irritating to the sensors and wards. It's ... itchy.
Clea	Clea's definitely been on the receiving end of the magical alarms being tripped. Though she is more concerned about some of the others in the mansion, so it is outside she goes finally to see what one of the Princes of Asgard is doing. Or what he would like really. The woman floats per her usual, feet not touching the grass as she goes. The coconut that's suntanning gets a quirk of an eybbrow and then the the two in the pool get the same quizzical look. "Hopefully they can't drown." she murmurs to herself. She then turns to the Tiki Bar itself and gives a look over it, seeing that it isn't dangerous. Though the one who created it might be in that category. "Loki?" she asks. She didn't know if there was a special phrase to summon the God of Mischief. Maybe his name would suffice.
Loki	At first, there's no actual response from anything. The bar, though, begins to react on approach. So, more than asking, the proximity could be what is causing some response. It is very clearly sending a small little signal out... as if Clea's presence provoked a magical alarm of a sort. More like a message. After a minute or so, though, an illusory raven materializes, perched on one of the barstools neatly. It's big, glossy... and certainly illusion, to magical senses. But to other senses, entirely convincing. "The bar is self-serve," the raven comments evenly.
Clea	Clea clasps her hands gently in front of her as she awaits to see if the Asgardian is going to show. Or to see if something else is going to pop up. The raven illusion doesn't cause a lot of alarm given they are on the grounds of the mansion. But she does give it a curious look for a few quiet seconds. Its statement making her smile a bit, "Thank you for that information." she tells it. "I was just coming to see if anyone had gotten back to his Highness about his wanting to join the Avengers. Given the bar is still here I am going to take a calculated guess that the answer is no." she comments as she looks over the bar. "No built in teleports that I can see. Maybe I'm not going to end up in Asgard...or Hell if I try to get a water." she muses to that. "Also, I'm not anyone that can grant him leave to join the team, so if he's waiting for one of the higher ups then he doesn't have to show." she grins to that.
Loki	There's a little pause, while the raven seems to ... wait for something. In reality, though, the simple servant sent to answer simple questions is adapting, magically, to be used instead as an avatar, or illusory proxy, for the Asgardian mage. There is a clear beat where the shift occurs - it isn't like Loki is trying to hide it, anyway. This is a fairly common thing he does... send a scry servant and if it finds something, he'll put his attention there or talk to someone. "Ah, yes. I did decide to become an Avenger," Loki's raven says, smoothly. "Your Widow let me know that the next step ahead is... to wait for your leadership. An interesting test of patience I am passing quite well." There's amusement there, not annoyance, in particular. The mercurial mage seems to not be angry about it -- yet.
Clea	Clea's aware of the shift given Loki isn't trying to hide things. She's not miffed about him not being there in person either. She does give a soft laugh at his words though, "Were you bored and just decided to join a hero group?" she asks him seriously. "And before there's any barbs, I'm just asking as a curiosity, not a jab." she points out to Loki-Bird. "I'll remind the Captain and a few others that you are still awaiting a response though." she states after that. "I guess when you live as long as we do that trying new things might be healthy though." she muses to that softly.
Loki	The raven sits up a little bit more, with a flick of tail downwards, wings still neatly folded. It is emoting some correct body language - even as an illusory thing. It feels very natural, and most people entirely miss the illusion, or forget about it over time. Loki does quality illusions ... which can be both good, and bad, in terms of the trust department. But so far, despite illusion use being very heavy, he seems to deliberately be using it in a way that reveals that it is illusion. Which may grant him a greater layer of trust, compared to it being unclear. "I /do/ save the world on occasion," Loki says, in a prim, regal tone. "It would be easier for all parties to share information to keep the true enemies out of Midgard or sister realms, I think." Loki-raven settles, but instead of relaxing, hops up onto the tiki bar and strolls along it. "/Anyone/ can grow and change if they make that choice," Loki then decides. "I'm happy to help others do just that. To see possibility."
Clea	Clea listens to him, not interrupting him as he explains his reasoning. Though there is a bit of a look to the raven, "You have saved the world on occasion, that is a fact." she nods in agreement. "Then there was that one incident in New York some years ago as well." she points out. "People are going to look at the bad, more than the good. People remember the bad more at least." she frowns to that. She watches him stroll across the tiki bar though and there is a bit of a smile, "I heard that you did well in your stead as King of Asgard. That might be a good thing to point out to the Captain if he has a laundry list of things to talk on. Point out there were no casualties or wars." she tells him. "Is there information you are seeking though?" she asks him truthfully.
Loki	"There are a number on this team that have done various things I might bring up as well," Loki says serenely. "The Widow is an example. Or an even easier example as the Hulk." Loki's relaxed in tone, conversational. He gives Clea a very direct look, but doesn't suggest she may be an example either way. He lets that sit. "But yes, I am aware this city is still unhappy about the incident you brought up. There has been far worse since. Still worse to come, I think," Loki observes. It isn't in a threatening tone. It wasn't a threat this time. "I think... it would have been better to share information in the time where Thor was gone. To have found him sooner." Loki seems to shift in emotion there... something deeper. Because he pivots, fast, as if he thought he may have showed weakness, in caring about his brother. "/Do/ tell the Captain to hurry up. It is rude to make a god wait." Loki flips tail again. "Help yourself to the bar, though." With a churn of magic, the illusion surges, and disappears... just like that.
Clea	Clea does give the man a nod of agreement. Spilled blood is spilled blood. Though when he brings up Bruce she squints at him a little, "Bruce and the Hulk are very different beings." she tells him. There is most assuredly a protective undertone there. "We've all made mistakes, Loki. Everyone deserves to have second...maybe even third and fourth chances, but biting or stabbing people too much can take a toll." she states. "Mmm. There might be. Are you a Seer on top of other things, Odinson?" she asks him curiously. She purses her lips a little, about to comment on Thor, but she is distracted by his flipping. "I shall tell the Captain and others that they are being rude, yes." she gives a little nod of her head to him. Though once he's gone the woman places her hands on her hips and sighs, "Maybe that could have gone better." Then she turns to look over the coconuts, "If you guys drown I'm going to make you into one of those fruity drinks Wong makes on Tuesdays." she tells them before she floats back towards the entrance to the mansion.