A mother's letter to ... someone. [He'll check with Clarke on that. It hadn't been clear who it was to.] Unfortunately for our purposes, Morla hopes to keep it a secret, and it's been hidden again.
All Clarke had that was left of it was a note about the Void. The Void's potential corporeality, and how it may not have had anything more than a fuzzy face.
[The pointed look he's giving Loki is ... meaningful for a reason.]
it's getting more and more difficult for him to take news with any semblance of grace. while Morla's trapped she's also very Morla, so he couldn't hope for anything more than that. for a moment he watches him, Jason's expression, the movement of his lips as the words are shaped, and then the inevitable sound that follows it. Loki leans against the wall, shoulders first, and then his head rolls back to look at the ceiling.
he's not sure if it's bitterness or relief that rolls his head back, green eyes back on Jason. this time it's with something harsh and more dangerous. his lips hook up at the end and he snorts out as if he were standing right before him: ] Martin Maskmaker.
You were following the lead anyway, right? [They may have missed the obvious, but the answer is there and very present.]
We were just careful. Not such a bad thing all in all. Now we have our missing peace. The letter talked about whether he had a face at all, or whether she knew his face once. Very tricky.
[He cants his head to the side.]
Given that we know the identity of our letter writer, and that prayer is necessary, perhaps we should see what she has to say.
A place to start. I've means of looking into that Damrtin fellow, the one mentioned in link.
[ it seems that many of his goals lately have begun and ended with "invoke such and such god." it's laughable to an extent, that a god finds himself summoning other gods for information. he's done worse and better, and he's found himself in scenarios where he's needed to be more than convincing. he'd just have to be extra convincing in this one. ]
So they're familiar. [ he rubs the side of his neck. ] I suppose if I were the very first shardbearer ever, that I'd make a few contacts of my own, including that of certain mother goddesses.
That's not really the angle I was taking on it. I don't necessarily read that line as being in association with one another, so much as knowledge of what is and what will be. [Jason has always wanted to be careful. He didn't want to assume the nature of the cycle. He doesn't want to assume this, either. The connection is there, but it may just be knowledge of one another.
He wants to use caution, more than anything. Caution is important.]
Either way. [ he was getting anxious. they were both running out of time and on the heels of something. it was obvious in the little ways he'd shift, even though he managed to keep himself looking more as if it were a normal part of how he generally holds himself. the details were there to anyone who knew him well enough. ]
Something should be put into play. Has Ariadne made the prayer?
[ there's a pause as the conversation ends, and for a moment Loki stops, as if there's something mulling over in his head. it's an odd look to his face, one that's not conniving or scheming or downright smug, instead he looks like he's having a difficult time expressing something. ]
...
Thank you.
[ a little out of place, but how does anyone lead up to that? ]
I'm ... not used to anyone standing with me. Perhaps I'm just ... terrible at it, but ... my memories are messed up. I can't tell if ...
[The words catch Jason off-guard. It's not as if it's the first time he's heard these words in recent history, but his handling of them never gets any easier. He brings a hand up to rub over his cheek awkwardly, the stubble under his hand a reminder of the stupid crap Loki said around when they first met. It's always a reminder.
He drops his hand after a moment, stuffing it into his pocket.]
We're all fucked if we screw this up, right? [That's not a dismissal at all. Jason breathes out.] Just you a little more than the rest of us, probably.
But we're in it together, and all that cheesy garbage. So, uh, you're welcome.
[ Loki's expression softens. it doesn't suit him, and looks like something private, something no one's really meant to see. his emotions always come in waves, strike him hard, complex and overflowing, and explanations for why get mixed up when they spill over. it's strange, really, being felt like he's worth something. this me that he's made. ]
I will take all your garbage in all of its cheesy glory, Mister Todd. [ said in the fondest way possible. ] And even if I'm screwed, there's no place that I'd rather be.
[ he steps away from the wall and heads toward the door. ]
Don't wear yourself too thin, I'm planning a victory party.
[The mention of a victory party hits Jason hard, because he doesn't think there will be any victory party. They have the pieces, but none of the means. That much has been clear for a while. Will Loki find Martin Maskmaker? That may be possible. Will he be able to do anything about him? Will Jason win, or will they all die trying, going out in a blaze of something far from glory?
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[ that bit definitely has his attention now. ]
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All Clarke had that was left of it was a note about the Void. The Void's potential corporeality, and how it may not have had anything more than a fuzzy face.
[The pointed look he's giving Loki is ... meaningful for a reason.]
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it's getting more and more difficult for him to take news with any semblance of grace. while Morla's trapped she's also very Morla, so he couldn't hope for anything more than that. for a moment he watches him, Jason's expression, the movement of his lips as the words are shaped, and then the inevitable sound that follows it. Loki leans against the wall, shoulders first, and then his head rolls back to look at the ceiling.
he's not sure if it's bitterness or relief that rolls his head back, green eyes back on Jason. this time it's with something harsh and more dangerous. his lips hook up at the end and he snorts out as if he were standing right before him: ] Martin Maskmaker.
We missed the obvious.
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We were just careful. Not such a bad thing all in all. Now we have our missing peace. The letter talked about whether he had a face at all, or whether she knew his face once. Very tricky.
[He cants his head to the side.]
Given that we know the identity of our letter writer, and that prayer is necessary, perhaps we should see what she has to say.
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[ it seems that many of his goals lately have begun and ended with "invoke such and such god." it's laughable to an extent, that a god finds himself summoning other gods for information. he's done worse and better, and he's found himself in scenarios where he's needed to be more than convincing. he'd just have to be extra convincing in this one. ]
So they're familiar. [ he rubs the side of his neck. ] I suppose if I were the very first shardbearer ever, that I'd make a few contacts of my own, including that of certain mother goddesses.
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He wants to use caution, more than anything. Caution is important.]
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Something should be put into play. Has Ariadne made the prayer?
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I'll be seeing her soon. I'll ask her.
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[ he ruffles his hair and then promptly fixes it, tossing it to the side. ]
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...
Thank you.
[ a little out of place, but how does anyone lead up to that? ]
I'm ... not used to anyone standing with me. Perhaps I'm just ... terrible at it, but ... my memories are messed up. I can't tell if ...
Ah, regardless ...
I wouldn't have gotten this far without you.
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He drops his hand after a moment, stuffing it into his pocket.]
We're all fucked if we screw this up, right? [That's not a dismissal at all. Jason breathes out.] Just you a little more than the rest of us, probably.
But we're in it together, and all that cheesy garbage. So, uh, you're welcome.
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I will take all your garbage in all of its cheesy glory, Mister Todd. [ said in the fondest way possible. ] And even if I'm screwed, there's no place that I'd rather be.
[ he steps away from the wall and heads toward the door. ]
Don't wear yourself too thin, I'm planning a victory party.
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He grants Loki a stiff nod.]
I'll see what I can do.
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