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username: LOKI | ring ring ring! magic 911. |
Hello, Loki.
You told me once that you "always find a way if you want to be somewhere". [ Yes, she's actually quoting you, did you think she'd have forgotten? ] I may need to put that to the test.
You told me once that you "always find a way if you want to be somewhere". [ Yes, she's actually quoting you, did you think she'd have forgotten? ] I may need to put that to the test.
Loki, we've taken notice of you.
If you have an interest in bringing justice to Chantes, we welcome you to meet us in the woods on the evening of November 21st. Do not tell anyone.
The Order of the Chimera
[The letter is finished with a chimera symbol, nearly identical to the one burned into the ground that first day.]
If you have an interest in bringing justice to Chantes, we welcome you to meet us in the woods on the evening of November 21st. Do not tell anyone.
The Order of the Chimera
[The letter is finished with a chimera symbol, nearly identical to the one burned into the ground that first day.]
[Though not her first choice, he's the only one she knows of that might be able to learn more about the barrier inside the jail that Kida had spoken about.]
Loki, do you have a moment?
Loki, do you have a moment?
Hey, Loki? Are you there? I know this probably sounds odd coming from me, but I could really use a favor.
Hail, Loki! It is I, Sieglinde Sullivan!
[The Green Witch who has still not mastered the art of casual video calls.]
I would have it known that I am now twelve, and only a fiery storm prevented me from notifying you sooner. I judged it most impolite to make note of it during such a troubling time, that is all!
[But it was definitely before those twins on the network got it???]
Now that I am nearly of age, I have a boon to ask of you.
[The Green Witch who has still not mastered the art of casual video calls.]
I would have it known that I am now twelve, and only a fiery storm prevented me from notifying you sooner. I judged it most impolite to make note of it during such a troubling time, that is all!
[But it was definitely before those twins on the network got it???]
Now that I am nearly of age, I have a boon to ask of you.
[ It's her first time broadcasting her thoughts in text, and so she wastes it on Loki, who seemed to have answers (albeit of varying satisfaction) for all her questions. Khaleesi does voice-to-text technology, Take #1. ]
Were there many dragons in Chantes?
[ And then, so he knows who this is: ]
Someone has mistaken Drogon for one of them.
Were there many dragons in Chantes?
[ And then, so he knows who this is: ]
Someone has mistaken Drogon for one of them.
Edited (i swear i need to reread everything) 2016-03-31 00:44 (UTC)
quick question, super important:
who's on your hot list here
who's on your hot list here
Gretings, Loki. It is I, Sieglinde Sullivan.
[Who has still not mastered casual video calls, but.]
I hope you do not consider it a slight if I inquire as to your condition.
[Seeing as people's magic is beginning to dim... and she might be a little worried.]
[Who has still not mastered casual video calls, but.]
I hope you do not consider it a slight if I inquire as to your condition.
[Seeing as people's magic is beginning to dim... and she might be a little worried.]
Where are you?
[ Loki likely knows that Ahad could easily find out for himself, especially in a small space like Oska. However, he doesn't seem to be making the effort, when a text can do. ]
[ Loki likely knows that Ahad could easily find out for himself, especially in a small space like Oska. However, he doesn't seem to be making the effort, when a text can do. ]
[ Here's a handle he hasn't seen in a while. ]
Are the stars in every world only vast, burning purses of air?
[ Her disappointment is plain. Science is ruining everything. ]
Are the stars in every world only vast, burning purses of air?
[ Her disappointment is plain. Science is ruining everything. ]
[ the video that pops up is of his older-yet-more-recent protege shows him... sitting on the floor of his room, apparently, looking somewhere between having been hit by a bat (metaphorically) and terrified out of his mind (literally). ]
Uh... so, magical 911, right?
[ deep breaths, Stiles. deep breaths. ]
I woke up, and there was this. [ he holds up a scroll with the ALASTAIR seal on it — broken, so he's clearly read the contents. ]
And I don't know if I'm reading this right, because there's a lot of words about psychic interference and stuff, but- uh, it says they definitely gave me something, but Peter and Gwen are out and I can't work this out and did they seriously just slam-dunk some weird magic mojo into my head, how does that even work, shouldn't there be like, a written form of consent —
[ so... about those deep breaths. ]
Uh... so, magical 911, right?
[ deep breaths, Stiles. deep breaths. ]
I woke up, and there was this. [ he holds up a scroll with the ALASTAIR seal on it — broken, so he's clearly read the contents. ]
And I don't know if I'm reading this right, because there's a lot of words about psychic interference and stuff, but- uh, it says they definitely gave me something, but Peter and Gwen are out and I can't work this out and did they seriously just slam-dunk some weird magic mojo into my head, how does that even work, shouldn't there be like, a written form of consent —
[ so... about those deep breaths. ]
[ There are no Jorahs in this world, none who doubly sense her moods and know how to temper them quite as deftly as he had. But at least two here whom she cherishes are learning, and that must be enough.
Her tone is distant, but that is only because her thoughts are incomplete. ]
I have grown complacent, Loki.
Her tone is distant, but that is only because her thoughts are incomplete. ]
I have grown complacent, Loki.
[First thing in the morning, Loki may hear a soft knock on his door. Whenever he opens it, he'll find one knitted pouch waiting for him. It's clearly handmade, with the ALASTAIR emblem patterned on the bottom of it, and comes with a tag which reads:
To: Our Local Loki
From: Olivia and Haise
Happy Holidays!
The pouch is stuffed with individually wrapped cookies of assorted varieties. It's obvious that effort and care went into each recipe, and the cookies are flavorful regardless of which type he may sample]
To: Our Local Loki
From: Olivia and Haise
Happy Holidays!
The pouch is stuffed with individually wrapped cookies of assorted varieties. It's obvious that effort and care went into each recipe, and the cookies are flavorful regardless of which type he may sample]
Edited 2016-12-24 11:55 (UTC)
The people are rioting. Many of the city buildings are left ungarrisoned.
I am not alone. If you are in our apartments, do not allow Drogon to leave.
I am not alone. If you are in our apartments, do not allow Drogon to leave.
[Around when the team is readying to go after Dr. Percy while the rest administer cures and vaccines, a message comes in:]
I know the plan was for me to use your sword, but I'm sitting this one out. It's not that I don't care about what he has to say. But we're here for a reason. That's all I wanted to talk to him about anyway.
I know the plan was for me to use your sword, but I'm sitting this one out. It's not that I don't care about what he has to say. But we're here for a reason. That's all I wanted to talk to him about anyway.
guess I'm not going to need your help on the cover front anymore.
( since he sort of #blewit big time in front of everyone, you know
also hey there Loki )
( since he sort of #blewit big time in front of everyone, you know
also hey there Loki )
Hail, Loki. It is I, Sieglinde Sullivan.
[A very exhausted but finally resting Green Witch. Though this mission, she feels more like the Green Scientist. Once she had seen to the worst cases, (Sonia, Peter, Daenerys, Urahara, so many more-) and distributed more of the medicines, the desperation that had kept her awake and working had finally faded, and she'd crashed, exhausted.
It has been two days since she's been able to look at her magitech, but she can't rest forever. There are still things to attend to.]
I wonder if I might speak with you regarding a serious matter.
[A very exhausted but finally resting Green Witch. Though this mission, she feels more like the Green Scientist. Once she had seen to the worst cases, (Sonia, Peter, Daenerys, Urahara, so many more-) and distributed more of the medicines, the desperation that had kept her awake and working had finally faded, and she'd crashed, exhausted.
It has been two days since she's been able to look at her magitech, but she can't rest forever. There are still things to attend to.]
I wonder if I might speak with you regarding a serious matter.
Edited 2017-04-04 02:29 (UTC)
[When Asher touches down on Terra Felis, he looks sharper than ever.
Clad in a white suit and golden tie, not a gelled hair on his head looks to be out of place. Such is the appearance one must keep up in a courtroom, as little things like manner and posture and pizazz are all a part of playing the game. He hasn't played to win like that in a long time, and while he can't say it was the easiest thing to do, it felt natural, normal even...
That is, until the end.]
God-
[Asher sniffles, rubbing a reddened nose petulantly with two fingers. A dog-lover at heart, it turns out that he's terribly allergic to felines.]
What's a guy gotta do to get some air around here, aah? Jesus. It feels like somebody just stuck a jalapeño up my schnoz.
[Across the way, he spots a the familiar face of a trickster who always seems to be wearing green.
Oh boy, there's a lot to be said here, isn't it? Play it cool, do this naturally, thank him for the truth sword BS first-]
'Suuuup broseph. How's it hangin'?
Clad in a white suit and golden tie, not a gelled hair on his head looks to be out of place. Such is the appearance one must keep up in a courtroom, as little things like manner and posture and pizazz are all a part of playing the game. He hasn't played to win like that in a long time, and while he can't say it was the easiest thing to do, it felt natural, normal even...
That is, until the end.]
God-
[Asher sniffles, rubbing a reddened nose petulantly with two fingers. A dog-lover at heart, it turns out that he's terribly allergic to felines.]
What's a guy gotta do to get some air around here, aah? Jesus. It feels like somebody just stuck a jalapeño up my schnoz.
[Across the way, he spots a the familiar face of a trickster who always seems to be wearing green.
Oh boy, there's a lot to be said here, isn't it? Play it cool, do this naturally, thank him for the truth sword BS first-]
'Suuuup broseph. How's it hangin'?
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