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twelveheart2013-04-17 05:14 pm
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[Day 2, Night - A House South of Town]
[Written into the ground alongside one of the houses to the south of town tonight are a series of strange letters, forming a rough circle near the wall. A figure of approximately Loki's build, not there during the day's exploration, leans against the wall at the corner. The door to the house is open.]
[Some hours after the sudden switch from day to night, Loki stands in front of the door, a candle before him, a kitchen knife in one hand and a spoon in the other. He checks the mirror set carefully in the darkness, nothing yet visible in its surface. Then he strikes the knife with the spoon's handle, and he holds his breath - and he waits.]
[Some hours after the sudden switch from day to night, Loki stands in front of the door, a candle before him, a kitchen knife in one hand and a spoon in the other. He checks the mirror set carefully in the darkness, nothing yet visible in its surface. Then he strikes the knife with the spoon's handle, and he holds his breath - and he waits.]
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TERRIBLY, she's not even looking at your puffing.]
So, we've got a summoner.
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[Wandering over to pick up the ammo box again.]
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You can't talk, Mr. I'll Stroll Right Into The Circle.
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Which means some of it was! What if it was meant for destruction?
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It's fine-- That hurts, you know!
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[Letting go and pulling off her remaining glove. She uses that to smudge a bit more of the circle... juuust in case.]
I just wonder why this didn't hold it.
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[Rubbing his ear irritably]
I'm more interested in what it was. I've never felt anything like that before.
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"Something"?
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They looked drained.
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... You go ahead. There's something I want to check really fast.
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I'll meet you by the inn.
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He crouches down, running his hand over the markings--feeling for its Astral or searching for any traces of its source. Where was it even calling out to? Where did a thing like that come from?]
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Something slithers back up to meet you, surging through your own energy. It sifts through you, tasting your memories, faces of people, times around a cafeteria table, watching the officers, watching the children play trying to...
They flare up with such intensity that you could be living them, those idyllic days, and leaves you choked in its passing.
You distantly feel your knees hit the ground, outside of that deafening lack of energy. Whatever it was is gone now, leaving something terrible and empty in your chest. Something GONE and you can't quite place what it was, or why it was important.]
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He reels back as if burned, simply kneeling for a moment with his hand over his chest.
... And then opts to stay right there for the time being and review his choices, because going back seems like a terrible idea right at this moment.]
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Literally not ever.
After a few more steps, he drops his hand and stands, without turning. Ttttotally casual, nothing to see here.]
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That was fast. I'm guessing everyone was cooperative for once?
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What happened?
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Nothing.
I couldn't figure out where that thing came from.
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