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[ open ] you are boundless in beauty, with fright in your face
who: Loki + You
what: TDM + Monthly Prompts
when: The month of February
where: All over Riverview
warnings: Will add if ratings change
[ i. Crystal caves ]
[ Of course, the minute Loki heard about the crystal caves, he was there. But he picked a time late at night when visitors had trickled down to nothing and he couldn’t be interrupted. With a small knapsack, Loki collects a few shards and geodes of crystals, turning them over in his hands with a secret grin. He holds one or two up, reaching out with his magic and watching them glow with the faintest traces of glee. After a while, he tidies them up and rests his back against a large oddly cut prism as he watches the lights cast threads of colour over the ceiling.
Loki would have go home eventually. Back to his empty apartment. Every time he thought about it, he hated it more and more. When did being alone become so hard? His eyes droop slightly, letting the strange light-magic of the caves wash over him. ]
[ ii. Dream-sharing ]
[ Loki’s dreams are chaotic things by nature. To reflect his own, obviously. He’s had happy, vainful dreams. Draped in royal colours, amidst the crowds calling his name. Bowing, reveling in his presence. The king. Other times, the dreams are dark and cold, covered in the dust of hollow moons and the strangeness of monsters, alien fingers brushing against his temple. Cold, always cold. Loki manufactures the sensation for his dreams. This time, the dream is simple. Straightforward. There is a crater on the ground and in the center, stands Mjolnir. Loki merely stands beside it, his hands clenched at his sides.
He does not reach for it. ]
[ iii. Clearing the Air ]
[ Once the mist made contact, Loki fled. He has always been a mass of seething resentments and bottled up anger issues and the mist had conflated them in his mind, making him see red everywhere. And Loki, who has quite the temper already could also foresee the danger of being in a city full of people when all he wanted to do was lash out at everyone closest to him. Minor infractions felt like grievous wounds and well . . . Loki generally treated those with a reverence that was probably bad for his mental health to begin with.
( they’re not all imagined slights, they’re not, they’re not, they’re not )
So he finds himself a fair distance away from Riverview, closer to the Abandoned City. Empty. Alone. And he sends out a jet of magic towards the trees, watching them crunch and collapse, splinters flying everywhere. This would be easier, better with someone to fight against, to expend that kind of energy, but the danger of losing control was too great. Pursing his lips, he sends another wave, watching it rip apart more of the forest when he hears approaching footsteps. The red haze fills his gaze. ]
You had best leave. Promptly.
[ v. Wildcard ]
[ Loki can be found at Gramarye, checking out the various stalls for the festival and even sitting down besides a bonfire, deep in thought. If you have a scenario in mind, you’re welcome to PM me or ping me at
captainkink ]
what: TDM + Monthly Prompts
when: The month of February
where: All over Riverview
warnings: Will add if ratings change
[ i. Crystal caves ]
[ Of course, the minute Loki heard about the crystal caves, he was there. But he picked a time late at night when visitors had trickled down to nothing and he couldn’t be interrupted. With a small knapsack, Loki collects a few shards and geodes of crystals, turning them over in his hands with a secret grin. He holds one or two up, reaching out with his magic and watching them glow with the faintest traces of glee. After a while, he tidies them up and rests his back against a large oddly cut prism as he watches the lights cast threads of colour over the ceiling.
Loki would have go home eventually. Back to his empty apartment. Every time he thought about it, he hated it more and more. When did being alone become so hard? His eyes droop slightly, letting the strange light-magic of the caves wash over him. ]
[ ii. Dream-sharing ]
[ Loki’s dreams are chaotic things by nature. To reflect his own, obviously. He’s had happy, vainful dreams. Draped in royal colours, amidst the crowds calling his name. Bowing, reveling in his presence. The king. Other times, the dreams are dark and cold, covered in the dust of hollow moons and the strangeness of monsters, alien fingers brushing against his temple. Cold, always cold. Loki manufactures the sensation for his dreams. This time, the dream is simple. Straightforward. There is a crater on the ground and in the center, stands Mjolnir. Loki merely stands beside it, his hands clenched at his sides.
He does not reach for it. ]
[ iii. Clearing the Air ]
[ Once the mist made contact, Loki fled. He has always been a mass of seething resentments and bottled up anger issues and the mist had conflated them in his mind, making him see red everywhere. And Loki, who has quite the temper already could also foresee the danger of being in a city full of people when all he wanted to do was lash out at everyone closest to him. Minor infractions felt like grievous wounds and well . . . Loki generally treated those with a reverence that was probably bad for his mental health to begin with.
( they’re not all imagined slights, they’re not, they’re not, they’re not )
So he finds himself a fair distance away from Riverview, closer to the Abandoned City. Empty. Alone. And he sends out a jet of magic towards the trees, watching them crunch and collapse, splinters flying everywhere. This would be easier, better with someone to fight against, to expend that kind of energy, but the danger of losing control was too great. Pursing his lips, he sends another wave, watching it rip apart more of the forest when he hears approaching footsteps. The red haze fills his gaze. ]
You had best leave. Promptly.
[ v. Wildcard ]
[ Loki can be found at Gramarye, checking out the various stalls for the festival and even sitting down besides a bonfire, deep in thought. If you have a scenario in mind, you’re welcome to PM me or ping me at
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Perhaps it's a trait of the magic used...?
(It was muttered under his breath, more to himself than to anyone else present.)
What... (finally he looked to Loki again.) What equations go into a casting like this?
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[ Loki demonstrates by waving his hand through a leaf. ]
However the senses remain fooled.
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(He nodded. Self-taught meant self-disciplined, after all.)
But you don't actually manifest anything, simply a trick of the mind?
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Not on this level. I can conjure minor objects if I like, but nothing on the scale of my illusions.
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And this conjuring, where do the items come from?
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Honestly? Things don't simply burst into being.
(He shook his head.)
I realize you identify as a god. Be that as it may, I find it highly unlikely if you are capable of the divine providence of spontaneous creation you would allow yourself to remain here.
(He pauses.)
That is, of course, unless you prefer the quarantine to being recognized and worshiped as a god.
(And he finds this highly unlikely.)
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Not sentient creation, no. But I can draw from ambient matter and stray energies to create what I need.
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(Now they were getting somewhere.)
So it isn't spontaneous creation, but a willful assembly of an item from its baser parts.
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Spontaneous creation is not my purview. Though it would be a useful power to have.
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[He frowns slightly.]
Some power is not meant to be wielded by anyone.
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Power is power. All of them can have terrible and beautiful applications. Why blame the skill?
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You are a god, you've claimed as much.
[He makes a motion, as though indicating his point.]
But did you create the universe?
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[ Loki lacks the ability and the interest. ]
Why would a God do such a thing?
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[He pauses for a moment.]
Out of loneliness, I assume...or boredom. Possibly both.
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[ At least, that much he knew from the newer religions on Midgard. ]
At least no gods that I know of.
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Perhaps, though it is the belief of Andrastians in my own world that the Maker created all from nothing, but turned away from us when our arrogance proved too great.
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I suppose that makes sense for other realities. Gods may have a hand in those. I cannot say it did in mine.
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[And he's genuinely curious.]
Is it not possible some all-dominating force in the universe set everything in motion and then, disgusted with the lot of you, vacated the premises eons ago? How would you know? From whence did you come? And for what purpose? Have you never wondered?
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We were there at the beginning. And we have our own stories to that. Though how many of those are true or not is difficult to say when you are one of the first.
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[ Look, Loki. It's hard for him to fathom just talking to an immortal god, okay? Maybe a demi-god? Sure. ]
What was the beginning like, before there was light in the void?
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[ Loki has touched the fringes of the void. Had fallen into it. He had lost meaning in time and space. He had been immutable. He had been insubstantial. It left a scar across his mind. ]
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[ It's not accusatory, the question. He's simply curious. ]
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My father was never big on sharing.
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