Post by Chris on Apr 25, 2008 17:13:07 GMT -5
Loki hit his head, hard. He'd never thought of this before, but it was so obvious. his hand shuttered as it made contact with the cold metal handle of the door. He sighed, hoping with all his might that it would work. Dressed in exactly what he had left in, he hoped to return exactly where he had left. He looked at the door with a calm, almost submissive glance. He prayed that its programing could discern intent and not follow things literally. he closed his eyes and thought hard on where he'd left; it came easy, he knew it like bunk aboard ship. Then he opened the door. The lights were bright, the crowd was cheering. His fight would soon begin. With a smile and a nod, he withdrew his sword. "Thank you Sol!" he screamed and charged on through.
Home at last.
Home at last.