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A dark wisp of smoke starts to fall from the ceiling to a booth nearby taking on the form of Loki sitting hunched over a steaming cup of bluish-green liquid. Loki looks as if he hadn't slept in nearly a few thousand years, his eyes are almost hidden in shadow and he is skinny as a twig and slightly twitchy as well. Upon closer inspection it appears he is muttering to himself then in a roaring yell.

"LEAVE ME ALONE YOU PESTULENT LITTLE SON OF BEWITCHED IMPISH PIXY!"

He swats at his shoulder as if trying to fling something from it before just letting his head fall forward to hit the table hard. He hits his head against the table a couple more times before taking a sip from his steaming cup shaking all the while.

"YES YES I KNOW I HAVE TO FINISH WHAT I HAVE STARTED JUST LEAVE ME BE WOULD YOU!"

"God I wish he would miss But the little p***k never shuts up just keeps on hissing in my ear till I bloody well die or drink the last of the Elixir of the Damned...SHUT IT YOU FILTHY PIPSQUEAK!"

Loki yells this last part at what appears to be nothing sitting on his shoulder before he takes another sip from his cup his body seeming to cringe and shrivle up even more as a result of the drink.

As she takes the glass the smell of the liquid inside it seems to almost thrill her senses as it wafts near her nose. The man nearly jumps with rigid fright holding his hand out.

"Now now miss no harm was meant just hand over the glass before ye hurt yerself... come on just hand over the glass."

"Well Hmm...I...I...I don't remember...Oh no I can't remember....Oh dear me was it a tortured soul of a tortured being or was it blood of the unliviing oh dear....And I didn't write it down....all I know i sI have to finish it and that after that glass there are three hundred and sixty five more to extend the life of one who is tortured and being tortured beyond recolection...now please miss hand over the glass before you hurt yourself its not fit fer drinkin by the living I know that much..."

Loki opens and closes his feeble looking hand in a beckoning way trying to get the nice looking girl before him to hand him back the glass.

"But I must finish it I must finish it so I may live to....what was it I was sposed to live for...."

The man seems visibly become crushed as he can't remember why it was that he must live. This combined with his present appearance seems to just make him look as if he is completely beaten and dying. Then as if lightning had struck him he straightens and looks at Ritska finally reckognizing her.

"I must live to look after the pretty fox child you...HA! I remembered.....Riksat? no no that's not it what was it....oh come come help a old man out?..."

Loki seems almost ecstatic at having remembered something and for a brief second there is a glimmer of his old self in those sunken eyes of his before it is wisked away by the side affects of the potion.

"Wrong with me?....the potion I must finish it but something else I...I crave something something familiar to me yet I can't tell what it is....I smell it coming from you but I know you are not it....wait...no...hmmm...."

Loki shivers suddenly his whole body seemingly moving at once as he hunches down to all fours his eyes becoming cold, distant, and a blazing red.

"Blood....."

He leaps with astonishing agility behind the counter and begins flinging bottles of various drinks everywhere in search of something hidden from the casual eye. Finally after what seems almost like minutes he plops up onto the bar lying down and biting the top off of a glass bottle full of a glowing silver liquid which begins to run thickly into his mouth as he drains the bottle. The affect of this new liquid on him is startling his body rapidly begins to revert back to its normal youthful form his hair once again becoming like strands of silver his skin regaining its luster and glow as well as its woodsy scent. His eyes rise back up into their sockets and yet still remain slightly sunken as if he hadn't slept in a long time.

Loki drops the now empty bottle and looks at Ritska his eyes once again full of that firey passion and yet firosity.

"I never left I have always been here just never been able to remember how to regain a physical form till today... But if it is to be that you leave that is a decision you are more than capable of making and I will respect it. I just wish you to know that no matter how far you run or flee or wander you will always have a room so long as I exist just as you will always be loved..."

Loki bows his head and waits patiently for Ritska's answer.

Loki merely nods his head understanding and takes the glass that had had the potion in it looking at it distastefully before making the liquid vanish in a blue wisp of smoke. He looks at the mess he has made and with sadness looming over his heart he waves his hand muttering something making the glasses and bottles seems to repair themselves floating back to their spots. All save the bottle of distilled blood he had drunk from. All but his blood of old times. Loki yells thrusting his fist forward a black silvery energy swirling wildly about it then shooting off into the distance a bit hitting a wall and disipating. Loki sits down at a booth remembering now why he had made the potion in the first place and letting the familiat pain settle into his heart as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a stunningly designed ring of white gold. He lets this ring settle between his thumb and forefinger rubbing it gently. He lays his head on his arms staring through this ring at Ritska leaving a silent tear of silver blood falling from his his eye to the table as now he would never be able to forget again this pain he knew all too well.