Jean-Luc: You know, it was this... white field thingie around her. Like... like an angel, which is a very outdated example. *He blinks as something clicks.* Jean-Luc: Not to say I think she's an angel or anything! Just, that's what it sorta looked like... *He sighs.* Jean-Luc: And I'm acting like a dork again.
Teen, smiing, trying to cover up his mistake: No, no, I didn't mean it like that. I meant what as in 'What did you call me?' *He seems to shrink down, losing confidence because he was already failing to be cool with this girl.*
Teen, confused, yet weirdly positive: You, you don't need my name, Doc. I'm f-fine. You go help someone who, who actually needs it... *He smiles tiredly, then catches sight of Clara again.* Teen, muttering: Huh, she's kinda hot...
*Persi walks around the new colony, the first of several being founded by his people. He smiles and nods at people, acknowledging them and asking how they're doing. He gets to the edge of the colony, at the harbor that leads out onto the sea and watches the boats sail around, catching fish.* Persi: Ah... nothing soothes…
*He tilts his head and gives an exhausted smile, not knowing half of what was going on. His eyes alight on Tara A and they go wide.* Teen: Too... bright... *He blinks, as if looking into a brigh light.*
OOC: Loki's dead. It was his last wish to spread the energy around, maybe someone will set up a Twilight powered guard or something. But yeah, Loki's dead as a doorknob.