(open) i made a sucker's prayer

[scholiast]

who: lucretia & you
what: tdm prompt + catch-all
when: late march/early april
where: oot n aboot
warnings: warnings for violence re: monster fights

01 everybody was monster fightin' (ota)

(Lucretia has always fought better in pairs than alone.

Its to do with her defensive capabilities; she's extraordinarily good at buff magic, at covering those with more destructive power, keeping them safe as they dive in head first. She can at least hold her own when she needs to but it's trickier. It isn't as fun, either! She likes being in a team.

Regardless, she's grouping creatures together with lightning spells and the odd fireball, trying to keep an eye out for other fighters or innocents about to be caught in the line of fire, anybody who needs a hand or a quick shield. Her elemental magic isn't at the same level as her abjuration work; eventually she falls back, starts to conserve her higher level spell slots.

Anybody who has just found themselves in a sticky situation or just looks like they need an extra hand will suddenly find a neat shield of faith being cast about them.)

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[alldenim]

[ He sort of shrugs as he looks down at the data, topping it off with a shake of his head. ]

Maybe that's just it. Each person has their max power based on maybe their race or somethin'? Loki's a fuckin' god so. But they kept him here...

[ And that is the scariest thing. It seemed like The Raven Queen, Pan, any of 'em could do whatever they wanted and no one could stop 'em. And here's one of their kind stuck in Riverview like the rest of 'em.

He finally sets it to the side. ]

What else you been up to around here, anyway? Besides flirtin' with girls.

[scholiast]

Maybe...

(An unsatisfying answer. She'd ask Loki about it if she weren't so sure he'd be evasive and irritating about giving direct answers. Either that, or he'd answer her plainly and that wouldn't satisfy her either. Knowledge is a hard thing to want to collect.)

Sometimes I forget, that he's a god, (she admits, shrugging a shoulder.) It's strange, being able to talk with him so openly. It skews perspective.

(Anyway. Barry is looking at her expectantly, and Lucretia smiles, even as she rolls her eyes.) Working. Painting. I haven't painted so consistently in a long time, actually. It's... nice. It's really nice.