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Who: Soma and OPEN!
When: After time fixes itself; night time.
Where: RANDOM ROOFTOP
Summary: Soma decides to get a hold of himself and his powers the only way he can think of. Feel free to have your character point out how ridiculously stupid it is.
Warnings: ...it looks like suicide? Otherwise depends on responses.

Soma set a foot on the edge of the roof, looking all the way down at the street below. The siren's had just fallen silent, signalling the start of the Darkness, and so far, he was as he always was. Still, he could feel his power, stirring in the back of his mind; a constant reminder of what he was.

He took a step away, taking a deep breath. This was crazy. This was crazy. But if he didn't do this, then he'd be living scared of his own damn shadow until the Core finally decided to send him back to his own world. He couldn't have that; Elaine was right, he needed to get a hold of himself.

...he just wished he could think of another way to force himself to accept it.

Soma closed his eyes, taking another deep breath. He counted off in his head... before he raced forward, leaping up onto the edge of the roof, and then springing forward, flinging his arms out as if he expected to fly off like Superman. Instead, he plummeted, the wind whistling through his ears as the ground came rushing toward him...

At what had to be the last possible second before Soma became a smear on the ground, his body shifted. His coat fanned out, reaching out to the sky, before coming down hard, becoming leathery white wings. A loud screech came from a fanged mouth, no longer human, but a bat. A massive bat.

The Great Bat's soul was still with him.

Soma's wings flapped hard, pushing himself up for a few feet, before he couldn't hold the transformation anymore. He tumbled to the ground as a human, laying stretched out on his back on the pavement. It wasn't until that moment that he opened his eyes, staring up at the sky high above him, an almost stupid grin on his face.

He did it.

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"If you know how they work, then you would not have to throw yourself off of buildings to activate them," He said, crossing his arms in amusement. "And what if a void had passed by for some reason or another? A long drop with a sudden stop."

Not that he was entirely serious, but this young man seemed wound a bit tight and Loki was the sort that tended to want to see what happened if one wound that person just a little...bit...tighter.

"And what do you mean how it feels here? Is this world and its atmosphere so unlike your own?" Now that he was truly curious about.

Soma let out an aggravated noise. "I said they had just returned, but I was having trouble using them."

Winding Soma tighter was never a good thing. Him loosing his cool usually let to people getting stabbed. Or bit. Neither of which was a good thing. Still, the second question at least drew a faint sigh out of him.

"I don't know... maybe? I'm from a few decades in the future, so maybe it's hard for my powers to respond because of that."

"I know what you said." And there was the faintest hint of amusement.

Loki would find the biting quite interesting, in his world, he'd been on loose acquaintance with Dracula himself. And by loose acquaintance, he meant someone that he manipulated for his own reasons while kicking them a small bone for their troubles.

"A few decades in the future of this place?" Now that was curious.

Oh Loki, you ass. Soma paused, considering how to answer that question for a moment.

"Well... there are similarities, but I don't think so," he finally replied after a moment. "I mean the future in general."

He is an ass. Even as a kid. Difficult to like, let alone love.

"In general? But are we not all from different and often distinct worlds? Perhaps we reckon time differently? Perhaps I am from your future," Loki raised a brow and canted his head. More than likely not, but he liked playing devil's advocate.

Soma gave the kid a look. "It's twenty-twelve. I was born in twenty-seventeen. That's what I'm going by, and that's good enough."

Loki has been given looks by the All Father before bound to a rock with his own son's intestines and venom from a serpent dripped in his eye. He is unimpressed.

"How boring, I'm from twenty-twenty," he's lying but he's so casual about it.

Soma sighed softly; not that this... kid was being particularly bratty, but something about him was straining his patience to its breaking point.

"Look, thanks for offering your help and all, but we should probably leave the street."

"Why?" He tips his head, expression curious.

Loki is one of those sorts, he pushes boundaries and this one seemed to have many boundaries to give a nice straight-armed shove at.

Soma looked at the kid like he was out of his freaking mind.

"Uh... the darkness monsters?" he answered, as if it were obvious. "It wouldn't be a good idea to run into them."

"You run from them? How mundane," Then tipped his head, "But if you are afraid," And gestured as though to let him take the first step.

Soma gave him another look. Of course he ran from those things. Who wouldn't run from those things? He shook his head, moving to get off the street, and half hoping the kid wouldn't follow him.

Loki found this one delightfully easy to irk and as the boy began to walk away, pale green light limned Loki's form, twisting it, reshaping it- all in the matter of a blink- to the form of a magpie. Wings beating against the air, he flew off with a mocking cry that sounded suspiciously like bird laughter.