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 Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 3:57 am
___05/05/06 In Which More Answers are Found
(( Roleplay; Demare, Loki, and Waya ))
Making sure his bandages were on tight, Loki stepped heavily towards the HQ. He hadn't been here in what seemed like... ages? Months? Who knew?
All that was running through his mind was the conversation that he had recently heard. What was he supposed to start, and how was he supposed to start it...? He didn't feel like he had accomplished anything, really, but... it made absolutely no sense to him whatsoever.
He needed someone to talk to - anyone, really.
Demare stepped quietly toward headquarters, unable to sleep after the argument he had with Clare. That angel... He was being stupid. All the research he was constantly doing when in control of the body, all of the questions he kept asking Neko... Why did he want to learn about human magic, anyway? Demian hated secrets. He especially hated them when someone close to him was keeping them.
As he walked, he began to rub his left arm a little bit, a slight burning sensation itching his flesh. The runes had been reacting to something lately, but he couldn't figure out what. Maybe it had something to do with Clare's rebellious state... who knew? Whatever it was, it was bothering him. Sometimes he wondered if removing the bandages would make it better, or make it worse...
Nearly to headquarters, the halfling noticed a figure in the distance. Stopping just before one of the steet lamps, he watched from the shadows to see who it was. Those firey wings on the figure's back... Hadn't he seen those somewhere before?
Waya however was exiting the HQ. He had gone in at some point in time hopeing to see a certain someone and was disappointed when the other was there. Oh well, there was always another day! Sandled feet lightly carried him out of the HQ, a hand raising to run through his hair. It was starting to get longer and into his eyes constantly. Snorting he made a mental note to get his mother to trim his bangs sometime.
As if something was speaking to him, Waya cocked his head to the side. He frowned and would look up to set his eyes directly at Loki. He seemed to size him up, glancing him over curiously. Though he'd gasp a bit, and make a small grimace. Neshoba, his companion of sorts, was sniffing at Loki's bottom. Waya was just glad he'd be the only one to see that. (( IE almost no one except Waya right now can see his wolf buddy. XD ... but you can sense him there and feel him, just not see him. ))
Wings fluttering in an agitated way, Loki glanced at Waya in a curious manner, raising an eyebrow at his look. Was he really that special...? Did others see what those previous guys did?
His curiosity overwhelmed him.
"... what do you see?"
Demare stayed where he was as another boy came into view, having come out of the HQ. This one also looked a little familiar, but only vaguely. He almost seemed to be of the same nature as Prana... His wings twitched a little bit as he felt a fourth presence, but he couldn't see anyone else. Something on another plane...?
He decided to watch a little longer before taking any action, trying to think of what to make of the two boys.
What did he see? He saw a wolf sniffing a strangers a**! But at the risk of sounding insane he kept that to himself, as well as the urge to scream at Neshoba to cut it out.
"Nothing special...." Waya muttered in reply. His eyes drifted just to the side of Loki as Neshoba moved to sit a foot away from the other boy. He gave a faint nod then and looked off into the direction where Demare was. He kept his eyes there, waiting to see if the other would come out. Either way Neshoba told him he was there.
"Nothing special." A snort from Loki, as he rubbed his left arm idly. "Maybe they lied." He turned away, just barely, though still had Waya in his vision. "Who are you? I haven't seen you before," He started, speaking in a gruff voice.
Demare's eyes turned to the wolf boy, feeling his stare. Could he see him? Or had whatever was around let him know he was there? Without his knowing, the two red eyes above his right eye opened slowly into little slits, gleaming in the darkness. The other boy was waiting... That's why he was staring.
He turned his eyes to the other child once more, curious of who he was speaking of. They? Somehow that reminded him of the way he talked about Clare's people... The tone in his voice...
Cautiously, he stepped into the light, appearing from the shadows that he called his sanctuary. That boy had goggles... No, this wasn't Seven. Someone else that had them. Why couldn't he remember?
Waya's interested peeked just a bit as Demare stepped into view. Loki's words were, for the moment, ignored while he watched Demare. These two, he didn't know them, and it put him in a bit of a nervous spot.
Finally taking his eyes from Demare he once more turned to Loki. "I'm sorry... I wasn't listening." Well at least he was honest. "What did you ask?"
"You answered, when I asked what you thought of me," Was his reply, as he turned to stare at Waya, before following his eyes.
His eyes were set upon Demare, now, and he cocked his head to the side, reaching up to toy with the end of his flame-scarf. Recognition flared in his eyes, but that was all; was he forgetting memories of the Legends he met, as well?
Disgust made his lips turn into a scowl, but it was over neither of the Legends that he stood near.
Demare couldn't help but smirk. They were both dogs, he realized, even if they were different kinds. There was a spiritual sense around the wolf, and... Well. This one was certainly different. It was a bit of a holy air with a hint of...
Wait. Something was coming to him...
"Loki..." he muttered under his breath, almost a faint whisper that could hardly carry itself. That name sounded awfully familiar. The fire... Such lovely fire.
"You seem to be troubled," Demare finally said aloud. Looking to the wolf, he continued, "If you are as well, it seems we'll all have at least one thing in common."
Waya just looked between the two. Well seemed like they knew eachother. He remained silent as in an all but stand off approach. After a bit he gave a faint smile. "Well it's been fun..." Well, not really. But what else was there to say before walking off?
"if you two will excuse me..." he muttered, walking between the two and in the directon of home. He waited till he was a few feet away to glance back and scowl.
"Neshoba! Come!" he really hated the fact he now looked like he was talking to himself.... But it had to be said! his eyes followed the air as th wolf ran up to his side and he'd mutter things to it as he walked off.
"I never caught your name...!" He cried out, but in vain. Sure, the wolf-boy might be crazy, but something told him that he needed more allies than neutrals or enemies at the moment.
Wincing at the still-ebbing pain in his arm, Loki now turned to Demare, eyes glancing over the other. He seemed familiar, but how...?
"Where do I know you from?" Idle fingers from his right hand itched to get under the bandages, to almost seek the heat coming from his arm.
Demare didn't respond as the wolf left.
"I think... we may have met a very long time ago," he stated, but the memory was still fuzzy. It must have been when he was a baby... Anything Clare knew at that time was lost to him, since he was still sealed in the back of his mind during most of that time. "It's hard to say, though. I might not have been... myself at the time."
Demare's eyes wandered to the bandage around the other's arm, somehow it reminding him of his own. Was he hiding something underneath them as well?
"A name came to mind, for some reason. Are you Loki?"
"I am." He murmured, straightening and seeming to relax. "Please... tell me you're Demare." His ears twitched at the mention of not being himself, but he didn't comment; if the other wished to go into it, there was no need to press for the issue.
Loki hoped this was in fact Demare, or else he'd be very unhappy with the prospect that other memories were being toyed with, as well.
His wings fidgetted a little bit.
"That I am," he told him. "You seem... relieved."
"In a way, I am." Loki replied truthfully, reaching up to scratch his face. Crimson eyes narrowed as they stared at Demare, before he opened his mouth again, his voice softer. As if he was speaking on another plane entirely, but in actuality Loki couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he was missing something, emmersed deep in his thoughts.
"Tell me... do you have problems with... gods...?" Yes, that was the word. That's what they were... Scandinavian gods. Yet, in all their meddling, what of the exorcism he had done? Surely he had a higher influence than ... chaos? Was that what Lue had mentioned?
He winced as a slight ringing buzz echoed in his mind. Perhaps he was thinking too much.
Demare's eyes narrowed at the question, his red eyes opening a little further. Gods... The heavens... Angels themselves. If it weren't for Clare, he'd have been disgusted by all of it. After all... Demian was a demon.
"Problems, no," he explained, his fingers twitching a little bit. His right arm, for only a slight moment, began to feel that burning sensation that was in his left. "I prefer to deal as little as possible with them, however. If not for my other half, I would have nothing to do with their kind..."
Come to think of it... Wasn't Loki the name of a God in one of those books Neko had? His black eye narrowed further into a slitted glare.
"Why do you ask...?"
"Apparantly... I have more than one past, it seems." The buzzing sensation stopped, and he let out a sharp breath, grimacing further as he reached up to rub his temples. The bandage material shifted as he raised his arm, revealing the lava-lamp glow that resided in his skin.
Loki seemed to not have noticed.
"Nothing to do with their kind... lucky for you..." He huffed, tousling his bangs that cascaded over his eyes, before adjusting his goggles. The flame-scarf he wore was comforting, its dancing threads-of-fire seeming to caress his sides in a soothing manner.
Demare was quiet for a moment. More than one past? Then... Loki was similar to himself in a way. Though he and Clare shared most of the same past, there were many years before that in which he knew nothing about. He wondered if the other boy knew of his past, of what he did...
His eyes drifted to the bandage once more, noticing the soft glow his arm was emitting. So he was hiding something. What signifigance did that hold, though? Or was the child being eaten away by the fire he seemed to control?
"Lucky my a**," he growled, not particularlly at him, but at the thought. "It's because of their damn judgement that I'm even here. Thankfully, I haven't had to see any Gods or the like in this world... but I take it you have. Tell me; why should I consider myself lucky?"
"Do you ever lose any memories?" Loki asked, eyes narrowing. "Do tell me, what judgement has been passed on you?" He was curious, now, and now was the time where he wasn't pushing the other for answers.
Merely curiousity, he convinced himself. Perhaps some dirt, as well...?
"Lose memories...?" He almost couldn't contain his laughter. "My other side is still trying to remember his other life. I was CURSED... My punishment was to remember!"
Demare tried hard not to grip at his arms, both of them beginning to burn. The runes were reacting... He needed to calm down. Surpress the anger... surpress the insanity it was causing.
"My judgement... Those bastards forced me to live again. I wanted DEATH! I wanted my final REST! But no... As punishment for my 'sins' I had to live one more life with whom I, at the time, felt was my only friend. To remember my past and his. I didn't think they'd only give us one body."
His wings flexed and stretched themselves out. "Look at me. Don't tell me you can't see it."
Well, that certainly hadn't gone as expected.
"What is it that I'm supposed to see? You'll have to spell it out, as I clearly don't see the point you're trying to make," The hyena-boy murmured, crossing his arms in a leisurely manner.
"The devil's blood runs through my veins," he explained, holding up his right hand. Holding up his left, he continued, "As does the angels'. I belong neither in what is referred to here as Hell, nor do I belong in the Heavens."
Able to live in darkness and in the light. He hated it. Demian hated it all.
"Judgement has a cruel way of putting people where they don't want to be. If I ever find a way back there... I swear I'll kill them for what they did to me."
Loki, being a natural trickster as he was, felt something tweak in his mind. He couldn't place exactly what it was, but... it was there. And it wanted to come out.
"If you scratch my back... I'll scratch yours," He found himself saying, his crimson eyes glowing with mischief. "But, tell me... what is wrong with being mortal?"
Demare raised a brow at him. Dropping his arms back to his sides, he could feel the burning start to subside as a part of him relaxed.
"When did I ever say I was Immortal?" he questioned. "Just because people saw us as 'higher powers', didn't mean we couldn't die just like they could. The only difference that I could see between myself and a human was that we had natural 'powers', if you will, and lived longer."
Ahh, now Loki was getting somewhere. He had to know SOMETHING about gods, and just blacking out random places to hear random conversations didn't really work out for his schedule.
"I... see." The curious expression in Loki's eyes grew, and he couldn't keep a smile from gracing his face.
"How very... fitting."
Fitting...? Demare lifted his arms to cross them over his chest. This one was a curious one.
"How so...?"
"Able to perish. So if..." He trailed off, glancing sharply at Demare before he smirked. "Well, perhaps you'll find out later... if I'm guessing right." Staring up at the sky, Loki stood there for a moment before waving his hand, waggling all of his fingers before turning to walk into the HQ.
"I need to think. Thanks for the info."
Demare narrowed his eyes a little bit as Loki walked off, wondering what he was up to. The thought of the Gods returned to him, and he was almost surprised by the next question he asked himself. That guy wasn't planning to kill a God, was he? He would have to remember this; if the boy succeeds, he may want to inquire about the details. ...If that is indeed what he planned.
Gripping his arms a little bit, he walked onward back into the darkness. Loki may be useful in the future, so he decided not to tread on uneasy waters. Maybe he'd go to the lake to think... or he would just let his feet take him somewhere. Just as long as Clare didn't decide to wake up any time soon, he didn't really care where he went.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 2:46 pm
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 1:01 am
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 1:05 am
___05/07/06 In Which Lue Returns
Chilly down with the fire gang
Think small with the fire gang
Bad hep with the fire gang
Chilly down...
Lue, of course, hadn't been punished as severely as he thought he would have been. The norse gods had been displeased, that much was true, but the punishment that had been set upon him was not what he had expected.
He was to stay with Loki.
Being a fire spirit, this was a tremendous opportunity; a flame spirit to stay with a flame keeper? It seemed almost unreal.
Which brought him to the present; the matter of finding Loki again, as Lue traveled on his given feet, padding on all fours in the flame-body the gods had chosen for him.
Loki was to stay an exorcist, that much was clear; the gods had a plan, and they had been displeased with his outburst, but they also gave him something that he had not known before, something that had made him absolutely ashamed, and back down completely.
But, as he had become ashamed, they had taken that memory away from him, stripped it for the time being. It had not been lost, just... kept away. And all Lue wanted to do was find Loki.
...but he did not expect to run into Lola.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 12:42 am
___05/09/06 In Which Loki Experiences Another Dream
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
These dreams in which I'm dying, Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take...
He woke up to kids poking his sides; wide, surprised looks were shown on their faces as they conversed with one another. "Is he dead?"
"He's got wings, too!" Poke, poke.
"Quit." Came his gruff voice, and a hand reached up to stifle the fingers poking him, grasping weakly. Nevertheless, that brought a shriek out of the kids, making them turn a pale white.
"He is alive!" They spoke aloud, and Loki let out a low groan as he managed to sit up. A hard thud made him turn his head in a quick snap, and he watched his lantern roll away a few feet.
"Oops, sorry..." One of the smaller kids muttered, a bit sheepishly. Snarling softly, Loki reached his hand out and grabbed the lantern, standing up and swaying as he tried to regain his balance. The last blackout... had nearly taken all of his energy, and it had never come so quick before; the exorcism, and then the blackout.
"Where you going, mister?"
"Away."
Walking down the stairs past the kids, the hyena-boy ignored anything further they had to say, and succumbed to his thoughts. Just what was he trying to remember? He was searching for his past, but... was it true that he found out a little bit of it?
And then, suddenly, another thought.
Perhaps he had another life he had lived. And that was what his mind was yearning to remember...
Stepping out the door, Loki ignored the stares he received, and kept walking. Towards the mansion. Towards his former home.
Time to say goodbye to Vavalion... and go forth in search of Lue.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 1:09 am
The dreams only worsen.
Every recurrance is a dream of death; I fall, fall, and fall only more, and from whence they came the memories only seem to fade again.
I do not understand; on one side, I'm changing, and realize this, though still have the yearning to be with Lola - to care. On the other, in certain moments... I'm absolutely notorious and exist only to fool others with my charades. It is in this that I cannot control myself, and often times afterwards wonder what has become of me.
Who am I to realize this; am I Loki, the exorcist, or am I something else entirely? Io said something akin to my name fitting me... or that she should have guessed it. With the memories still evading me...
I'm sick of these dreams, and of these voices that keep plaguing my mind. I want to get to the bottom of this.
I've been told that I was supposed to die. Chandra did not mention to me, or seem the least bit surprised that I was still alive - does that explain that they were lying... or merely leading me along as if I were a mere toy?
I'll show who's who the toy. This one shall not be made a mockery of...
[huff]
I'll prove who I am, just watch... I may be a kid, but I'll be one that gets under the skin, and unable to disappear, no matter how hard one tries. My secrets are kept to myself, and no one else.
... save for Lola, and only her.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 1:24 am
Being an exorcist... the scars keep hurting, though have changed color completely ever since Lue messed with my arm. I have no newfound prowess or anything of the like, so I wonder if my arm acts as a beacon of sorts, in order to seek me out easier.
I've kept it covered as best I could.
The only scars I've kept are the ones on my face from overconfidence, and the exorcist scars, which cannot ever go away, for only two reasons. I will keep those to myself, and only Lola will ever know. Only she will ever know...
It's a mad life, mine. It feels short... almost too short, as if I was supposed to attain something else, as if it was just within my grasp.
... I hate this feeling. Just who the hell am I?! Why do the dreams never cease?! It's like sand slipping through my fingers just as I'm grasping...!
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 2:16 pm
___05/15/06 In Which the Last Dream Ensnares Loki
The last dream he had had was that of him as a fish. He had woken up with those kids around him, still feeling as if that fishing net was still caught around him, the threads pressing into his skin...
The feeling had seemed to evaporate as he stood up and walked around, leaving the house. There had been no further eerie feelings in the attic, nor anywhere else for the matter; he had completely and successfully exorcised the demon-woman, and with the help of Lue, would put her wandering spirit to rest.
Idly, he wondered. He wondered why it was that all of the spirits he had encountered were based around flames, when he thought about every single one of them; the woman, who's soul was on fire... Lue, who was a fire spirit himself, and a companion who wanted to help him... become what? The hyena-boy shook his head.
His thoughts then drifted away as he found himself in front of the mansion, lantern hanging uselessly by his side. His staff had long ago been lost, and he did not miss it.
Fingers clenched the handle tightly, making his knuckles turn white.
It was really time... to say goodbye.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 12:29 pm
___05/15/06 In Which Loki is Kidnapped
He never had a chance to say goodbye.
The moment he had entered the household, all he remembered was a flurry of black feathers, before his body was ensnared in a net, and his mouth was covered by something that smelled strange...
His fingers fumbled, attempting to use the lantern, but they lost their grip, and it was soon out of reach...
Strong arms held him, but he never found out whose.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 1:01 pm
___05/16/06 In Which Loki's Memories are Lost
"Thank you, Muninn." Whispered a man harshly, staring at the hyena-boy with ferocity. He leaned on his staff, his long white beard falling over his arms. It was not long ago that his raven-turned-into-a-man had arrived, carrying the unconscious boy in his arms, holding the clorophorm rag well away as if it were deadly poison. "Continue."
The tall raven set Loki down before leaning over him, feathers cascading slowly from his arms, looking to be like rudimentary wings. His form was lanky, and it seemed he was still getting used to it, as his former was a mere animal - a raven.
A solitary oil-black feather fell across Loki's cheek, settling just beside his ear as he lay on the floor. Pressing his cold fingers to Loki's foreheaad, Muninn closed his eyes as he concentrated, holding out his other hand.
"Odin..." Murmured another voice, sounding skeptical.
"Hush, Thor. It is being done." From his robes, the white-bearded man produced a sphere of sorts, pressing it into Muninn's free hand. "Loki is not a god in this life, nor will he become one... as long as I have a say about it." A pause. "And no one will interfere."
Fingers curled around the sphere as Muninn concentrated, seeming to perspire as sweat rolled down his forehead. A slight pink color appeared in the orb, among other things, certainly all a part of Loki's memories.
Sakura Petals.
White silk, swaying in the wind.
Fire, haphazard and unpredicted.
Herbs, still connected with roots to the ground.
It was only a moment before all those things dissipated, replaced by others; a fish, caught in a net. A mare, running from a stallion. A holly leaf, a spear, hammer...
Muninn pitched forward, the orb rolling onto the ground as he fell, trying to catch his breath. A second raven-man, similar in appearance to Muninn, rushed over and knelt by him. "Brother," He spoke, reaching up to feel his forehead.
"I am fine, Huginn."
"You have both done well." Odin murmured, stroking his white beard as he leaned down to snatch the orb, handing it to Thor.
"Freya will return him." Odin then spoke, signalling to both of his ravens. "Come. It is done."
Swinging an arm under his brother, Huginn lifted him up and helped him to walk, his eyes narrowed as his mind was overcome with thoughts. Such observation he had witnessed... and he did not agree with his master's orders, though had no choice but to obey them.
It was not long before the area was devoid of life (save for Loki), and a beautiful woman came into view, reaching over to caress Loki's cheek. Her attire was just that; meant to make men lust, to fight over one as beautiful as her, to do things men would normally not do...
"How unfair... whoever said gods were just?" Murmured her, who closed her eyes and flicked her hand away, making three cats come into view, all of different color and origin.
"Take him... somewhere where he feels home." Freya stood and turned away, her long straw hair swaying like a rope as she left, the braid looking like it was becoming unraveled.
The cats, whom adored their mistress, walked around in a circle around the boy, slowly before becoming faster and faster, and soon looked to be nothing but flames.
Everything disappeared, and the cats ceased in what they were doing, curling around one another and offering purrs as well as tongue-baths.
Their job was done.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 1:10 pm
___05/17/06 In Which Loki Awakens in a Haunted House
Something brushed against his arm. It took a moment for Loki to realize that something actually was, and he jerked awake, glancing around in the darkness.
Illuminated beside him was the flame-spirit Lue, who grinned from ear to ear, obviously happy to see the exorcist.
"I've never had such a good sleep before..." The hyena-boy murmured softly, rubbing his forehead and adjusting his goggles. "But where's my lantern...?" Loki was calmer than usual, not knowing what had happened at all; he remembered Lola, and he remembered Lue, the fire spirit he had achieved before, but none of the dreams haunted him anymore.
"That's the least of our worries," Lue murmured softly, turning to point out a very dark aura which was at the corner of the room.
"A ghost...?"
"There's more than just 'a', Loki." Lue bristled, climbing on Loki's lap and curling there, keeping guard.
It wasn't long before they were surrounded completely, the dark aura spread around them, and threatening to snuff out the living.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 1:40 pm
___05/17/06 In Which Loki Finds Something New
"The book, Loki, the book!" Hissed Lue, claws digging into Loki's legs, certainly finding the most tender spots.
Growling mostly to himself, Loki flipped through the book with vigor, not finding a single thing to aid him. "Nothing... there's nothing here, Lue!" Loki threw the book aside with anger, and froze when his head was jerked up, clawlike fingers arched under his chin, nails threatening to dig in. The darkness came close, revealing black lips that parted to breathe on him.
His ears flattened against his skull, and his crimson eyes narrowed.
And then came the cry. It was a moment before Loki realized it was his; the fingers had broken the skin, a hot liquid now dripping down his neck freely...
It was blood. His blood.
The fingers ripped away as soon as Loki had breathed in, ceasing his screaming, only to grab him by his long hair and yank him up to eye level. Lue tumbled to the floor, growling in retaliation as he drew himself up, and headbutting the spirit.
It did no good. He, who was merely a fire spirit, did nothing against the darkness. He had very little light, and no body to posess... and Loki could not be posessed by anyone but Lola.
Glaring at the spirit whom did nothing to him, but everything to Loki, the fire spirit floated up and bit Loki on the ear, seeming to wake him.
"Lue...?" Loki croaked, his head lolling to the side. Something snapped to in his mind, and his hand whipped out to grab the dark spirit's hand, forcing it back.
"Invader," It hissed, lips parting to reveal long, silver teeth.
"I don't even know how I got here...!" The hyena-boy coughed now, his other hand reaching to quell the blood.
"Exorcise it!" Lue hissed.
"Invader..." The spirit pressed, now slamming him against the wall.
"EXORCISE IT!!"
"SHUT UP!" Yelled the voice of Loki, and his left arm snapped out to catch the spirit offguard, his arm glowing lava-red, with the symbols on it swirling and creating a white glow as the darkness seemed to dissipate into mere particles.
Everything in the room froze.
And then... everything exploded.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 2:29 pm
___05/17/06 In Which Lue Gains a 'Body'
"What the hell happened?" Loki muttered, a lizard dangling precariously from his fingers as he watched flames dance over its skin.
"You tell me," Lue muttered, obviously not happy with his new body. "You're the one that sealed everything."
"But I didn't have my lantern," The hyena-boy replied crossly, his face setting in a small scowl.
"An exorcist does not always use his main item. If you ask me, that lantern was stupid anyway." A claw raised, pointing to the fallen book. "You might want to take care of that."
"Why should I?" Muttered Loki, who scowled at that, as well.
"It does not appreciate being tossed around. It is as sentient as you or I."
"... you know more than you're letting on."
"I know." Swinging himself up, Lue scrambled up Loki's arm as the hyena-boy sighed, scrambling into the neckline of his scarf. Once there and now not the main concern of Loki, Lue glanced up to eye the wounds upon Loki's neck.
Nothing was there. So they've healed, Lue thought to himself, black eyes staring down, unknowingly at the book. He wasn't at all happy with being sealed inside a body, but a... lizard of all things?! It was almost degrading!
At least he still had his fire ability. Tch. Arching his claws into the scarf, Lue nestled there away from prying eyes, his form seeming to blend with the fire-scarf rather nicely.
"... right." Loki muttered disapprovingly, bending over to retrieve the book, curling his lip at it. Well, it had helped him in the past, and Kanth would have maimed him severely if she knew he had thrown such an article. That woman and her books...
"Home?" Murmured Lue's voice.
"... yeah. I guess." Sliding the book into the straps around his waist, Loki turned to leave.
Though, he felt not the dark eyes upon him as he stepped out the door.
He had sealed the wrong spirit.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 2:30 pm
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 2:31 pm
___05/30/06 In Which Loki Tends to His Hair
Groaning as he woke up, Loki noticed that he was, ultimately, the only one at home. And in his own room, without doubt.
Well, the only one... save for Kefka, who didn't really count as anyone. The alien was staring over the bed, his eyes grinning with madness.
"Go away, Kefka."
"You look like a girl." The other stated, giving a 'uwee hee hee' sort of laugh, before scampering out the door, dancing madly all the way. Rising from his bed, Loki growled and stood in front of the mirror, rubbing the mark Demare had given him. Reaching up to fix his shorter hair, the hyena boy sighed at the length and grabbed a clip that was lying on his desk, now manouvering it so that it was a short upside-down ponytail.
"I do not look like a girl," He huffed, cheeks flushing as he turned and exited right behind Kefka.
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