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Loki	There's .... some chaos out in front of the Avenger's mansion, on the street and sidewalk areas. And it's getting worse. The weather here is snowy; snowflakes tumble down, in waves of festive white, creating a very nice holiday display ... except that bundles of them, here and there, spark with flares of gold, and suddenly the snowflakes turn color, shape -- into flecks of gold nuggets. The golden flecks litter the ground now, like hail, amid the snow, in sparkling dots everywhere! Out in the street, along the sidewalks. The chaos is that people have realized what it is, and there are TWO fist-fights going on, as several groups fight over taking the piles of golden nuggets from each other, while others rush to try to pick up and gather all the other flecks. The crowd is perhaps fifteen people now, with others starting to look at the frenzy! On the Avengers lawn, Loki /is/ present, though he's dressed like he might be one of the Avenger bodyguard staff. Just in sleek dark clothes, ear radio. He's got a blue lawn chair out, and is enjoying the whole thing subtly from the side as if he were sitting out early for a street parade.
Natasha Romanova	How lovely. It appears that someone's made a fracas over on the front lawn. Logan's not here catching 'up' with the other of Doctor Banner, they're not being visited by any supervillains or hoodlum mercenaries, and there's no sign that they're having some of the rather more esoteric types trying to break in. And Natasha goes to head out along to the front, seeing the chaos going along and not quite letting out a sigh. She's debating whether to incapacitate the crowd one by one, but that would be unbecoming of the location. So she goes to glance over at Loki, calmly, in a 'this is your doing' expression.. Then she would take her fingers up to her lips to let out a loud, piercing whistle akin to a foghorn.
Greer Grant	Tigra had been inside the Mansion, spending some time doing some online research, and sipping occasionally from a cup of cider close to hand. The first sounds of chaos were mostly ignored because, hey, New York. But the sounds didn't go away, and out of curiosity, because hey, cat, she stepped over to a window to take a look. For a moment there was disbelieve, and then a mix of amusement, amazement, and more than a little worry. By the time she was downstairs and out the front door, Natasha was letting loose her whistle, causing the briefest of winces as the tiger woman dashes past, hurrying for the closest fist fight to try to separate the brawlers before someone gets seriously hurt. "Break it up, folks! It's not what it looks like!" She doesn't know what it -is- but it can't actually be gold falling from the sky.
Loki	The whistle gets a lot of attention, as does Tigra rushing out. She gets in the middle of one of the fights, which turns more into some accusing pointing at each other about who had claim to which part of the sidewalk for gathering the gold. Good distraction overall -- but also causes one of the men in the other fight to sucker-punch another since he looked away, and dropped his plastic bag of gold. That causes the fight to escalate, and a lot of the people to ... rather hurry up to quickly get what they can, as if sensing that the cops or something might be about to stop them. Quickly loot! Loki looks at Natasha serenely, with a two fingered little half-wave without moving his hand off of the armrest of the chair. "Season of giving," Loki says, full of holiday spirit, to Natasha. It's not sarcastic, but it is deadpan, and able to be taken many ways. Loki doesn't seem to be egging anyone on either way, the fighting isn't really a concern to him.
Natasha Romanova	The two of the Avengers present should hopefully calm things down. And as the melee does not seem to be slowing down, Natasha goes to simply end it. She goes to take out her SHIELD issue ICER, moves to set the dosage to as minimal as the weapon would let her.. And then move to fire over at each of the ones that were still fighting. Presuming that it would drop them and leave them incapacitated. "I see." Her weapon is then holstered, presuming she hits her targets and they do drop. "I would think that such things were of little value to yourself."
Greer Grant	"I don't care who saw it first, it's not yours to take!" Tigra grumbles between the two fighters, glaring at them to try to...encourage them to keep their distance before she turns towards the other fight, just in time to see things get worse over there. Well, if anyone wondered what would get New Yorker's attention more than a half-naked cat lady, the answer would be piles of gold. She could try...no, just no. Won't be doing that. She hears Natasha trying to tranq some of the civilians and an idea comes to her. "It's radioactive! It came from a reactor that blew, you need to leave it and get away before you get sick like these people!"
Loki	"Am I doing it just because of the season? No, you got me there. I have ulterior motives for my generocity today," Loki says, willing to roll with Natasha on that one, but also doing zero things to get involved in whatever the fights are, or are about. None of the people seemed to see or care about Loki there at all. "Wow, though, really. Knocking innocent poor people out, and lying to them. Have you ever looked in the mirror and seriously wondered if /you/ might be the villain?" Loki asks, with what sounds like dismay or disgust. "It's /favor/ from a god on his birthday. I'm honestly ... very insulted. Let them enjoy the gifts," Loki says, his voice tightening a little bit, but still cheery. "Unless you think they'd enjoy something else raining down."
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanova would glance over at Loki, "Oh, I see. In that case, happy birthday. I wasn't aware that you shared the Romanic calendar." She would go to watch the remaining civilians drpo or get out of there, not wanting to get bitten by radioactive gold pieces. She would holster the weapon and then turn her attention to Loki. "I did however get you a gift sometime if you would care for it. I don't have it with me but I'll be sure and retrieve it upon our next meeting." Wait, she had gotten a gift for the Trickster God?
Greer Grant	Seeing people drop, and the threats of radiation are certainly encourage some to reconsider and start backing away. Others, not so much, and Tigra's doing all she can to keep more fights from breaking out. She'd retort to Loki, but not until the crowd's controlled and/or dispersed, which she's making headway on now, after which she'll be able to gather up the gold, fully expecting it to turn back into snow soon. "Villaines. esses. es. Villainesses, thank you," she finally tosses over Loki's way, not much bothered by his apparent dismay or disgust. "How long before it disappears anyway?"
Loki	"You weren't aware? That's all right," Loki generously answers. "The thing /is/, I get to have a birthday in all the calendars. That's just a /thing/ I get to do." Because he decided that's the case, and so, that is the case. "It wasn't like I came here all upset that you didn't know about when it was and poured lava off your walls. I gave presents to the poor, unwashed and needy, with no credit wanted. It's up to YOU if you want pictures of you shooting them here out front." Loki likes choice. And chaos. For his birthday, he brought a little mess. Though the mess isn't as severe as any number of other choices; this is a mellow mess. "A gift, but you dont have it? Elusive of you," Loki praises Natasha. "I can appreciate a good manipulation." Praise again, if she's trying to distract or soothe him. Tigra, though, gives a good question. It makes Loki happy, and he asks her, VERY loudly: "How long? How about I leave that up to your choice. How long should the gold remain, Miss Villainess?"
Natasha Romanova	Well, at the very least Loki had adopted something in the current calendar. He probbly was still upset that Thor had a day of the week named after him. "Well, I wasn't expecting you to be here, so I didn't have the opportunity to take it with me. If you'd given a heads up I could have retrieved it." A simple enough correction. Was Natasha in a mood or was Loki? "And why the bother with gold? It's hardly portable, it's heavy, it breaks easily and isn't particularly simple to move around. There are far easier things if you're looking to reward those around you wtih your favor and grandiosity."
Greer Grant	By now Tigra has a nice, slushy pile of gold and, well, other debris from the street. It's not a pretty picture, and she's looking a touch bedraggled herself. "Hey, everyone should have a birthday," she decides, kicking a bit of snow over the pile to conceal it somewhat from passers by. No need to get another riot brewing here. "Is it real gold?" she has to ask, looking down at it. "If it's real and won't go away, then that's good, and we'll get it to charity. If it's like fairy gold, go ahead and get rid of it, please," she asks,hand on hip and tail twitching. Hey, Miss Villainess can be polite.
Loki	"So you don't like the gold. Mmm. Sometimes... it's just what's easier for me to /cast/, isn't it," Loki grants, of the gold bits in the sky. "This was easy on ME. So I wouldn't be terribly put out if your Captain came out and blamed me because some baby choked on a piece of it and my generosity got twisted up. If I'd spent days on a special presentation, I might be more frustrated by that." It's still lightly raining gold now and then, but it's small little patters, little 'tink!' of sound when it hits a car or part of a streetlamp. The amount has reduced, possibly due to Loki not giving it much attention, or some other reason. "I converted it. I have powerful magic, if you recall," Loki says, a little snippy when questioned: which may suggest it's actually the truth, since he didn't like the question about fairy gold. "I can turn it into slugs if you REALLY insist. Again... I did say I'd let you choose, and it is well within my power to curse it to change into something when your timer ends." The language suggests it's real gold: he didn't say it'd 'change back' from gold, but speaks as if gold is the main state.
Natasha Romanova	Now that was interesting. Certain elements were easier for Loki to transmute? That was something that would be added over to his file when Natasha was going to work on adding it to his data. "So what made you decide that you wished to spend your birthday with us to some degree? I'm glad that you've come to join us in your celebration." She says this with a completely straight face. It's really hard to read her. Transmutation. Useful ability. "So you don't need the Philosopher's Stone?" SOmething of less legend and probably more teaching tool for students by greater mages.
Greer Grant	Tigra would have to admit, if asked, that the tinking of gold on streetlights, cars, or sidewalk is a pretty sound. Gold is like that. She can definitely appreciate why people would fight over it, however much Natasha would think it's too heavy, or not strong enough. She picks up another bit that falls, adding it to her pile which she begins to bring onto the mansion grounds, trying to get it fully out of view. "My apologies," she says with a graceful bow to Loki. "I meant no disrespect, and I would never forget your puissance with sorcery." Okay, maybe she shouldn't use puissance. "I assumed it was like gold from tawdry stories, where the greedy find it turns to lead, or ash, or worse. If it's proper gold, not taken from anyone with a legitimate claim on it, then let it stay, please. We'll give it to a deserving charity." She pauses a moment and then a little less formally says, "Also, happy birthday."
Loki	"I didn't cause fights. That's their choice. No mind control involved," Loki observes of the street. It's not /cleared/, there's new people coming since there's bits of shiny stuff everywhere, but people don't immediately assume little bits of golden stuff are 'real' gold anyway. Looks more like sand or glitter... "I wouldn't bring one of my Philospher's Stones out here," Loki teases Natasha. "Yes, I can tell you're very glad." Loki can straight face right back at Natasha. Maybe it's fun to him, and part of the reason he did it at all. He likes sparring. But then Tigra actually turns to him and really bows. He sits up a little in his chair, and gives her a pleased, though entirely arrogant, smile in answer. If he catches the 'suggestion' undertone of puissance, he doesn't react to it. Or maybe that's the sharpness in green eyes. "Mmmmm. A charity. I'm seeing ... a FUN game, then-----" Loki says, snapping his fingers. New ideas, new dangers. Games. "Whatever you gather from here for your charity, I'll quadruple it before you give it to them. That's a /proper/ gift. But... I don't want to sit here ages, so let's say that is.... an hour from now, whatever you have gathered and taken away from the poor fellows out on this street that think it's radioactive." Loki watches Tigra alertly.
Natasha Romanova	A nod of appreciation is given to Greer. Natasha would give a nod once more to Loki, "And I'll get you your.. Gift and leave it out for you, since I'm not sure when we'll have the time to encounter one another again. The duties of rule don't leave you many, I would fear." There's an actual smile there on Natasha's normally steely face for just a moment. A final polite nod given to Loki before she departs. And whenever Loki deigns to pick up his 'present' however long later.. It's a series of animated cells of 'What's Opera Doc?' of Bugs as Lady Brunnhilde.
Greer Grant	If asked, Tigra would swear it was because it sounded silly coming from her, and that there was no undertone implied. If asked. She goes back to the street to gather up more of the glittery bits as best she can, fur starting to get a little glittery itself from particles that have stuck in it. Her tail twitches with unease at how he lights up at the mention of charity, and talk of a new game. This may not end well. She tenses a bit, waiting for the other shoe to drop. "You'll make a tradition of giving to others instead of getting gifts on birthdays." She then turns to move more quickly. She's no speedster, but she is fast, and she'll work as quickly as she can go gather up the gold, get it packed and dashing off for a drug rehabilitation charity.