Backdated to March 14th

It'd really just been a matter of time before Loke took up Remarque's advice, finally returning to Mirrorscape once more... but with a purpose this time. Not just hanging around and giving suspicious looks to even more abnormal than usual mirrors.

He'd gone up to the Black Citadel, and... well. There was another mirror, but it didn't strike him as one of the extra weird to dead things in space ones. Even if it was built into the floor. This still seemed like a normal, typical weird Mirrorspace mirror. Sorry, Mirrorscape mirror.

Ugh.

Legit who came up with that name?

Could he petition the Court to change it to something else? Not that he exactly had any excellent suggestions off the top of his head, but damn it, he could work on that. His motivation? To just be bale to say he was hanging out and spending free time in a place that sounded cooler than Mirrorscape...

Look. He didn't pick battles often. Virtually never. He allowed himself this petty thought. This useless, petty thought.

Standing over the mirror, he fell pretty easily through the surface, like he would for any mirror upon Mirrorwalking. The slow sensation of falling was offset by the general cooling sensation of the mirror, or whatever substance it was he passed through to get from one surface to the other. He was never super clear on how it worked, just that it did. He kinda stopped asking specifics about how magic stuff worked, though. Magic was just magic. Stop making it more difficult. Or perhaps it was just another aspect of him being... lazy. Something he wasn't too sure would ever actually change about him, to be fair.

The mirror dropped him out, but... huh. He was standing on another mirror. He didn't so much fall down as... fall up at the end? It was an intriguing consideration, but one for a later time. Pale eyes moved over the empty... white, space. That's all it was. White sand, or something akin to it. White... land?

It was weird, but... it was pretty big. He looked over the space, actually a bit impressed at how big it was. And he could do whatever he wanted here? Make it whatever he wanted..?

He brought out the strange crystal he'd gotten ages ago, watching the energy swirling within it freely. A second crystal was pulled out, one he'd found in Mirrorscape before, a wet-feeling one. Somehow, he didn't think those would be enough to really do anything here but...

"So what'll I do with you, huh?"

He spoke to the empty space, allowing himself to flop down onto the ground with a huff, legs splayed out as he looked over the island. His island. His space. His... Realm..?

"What does a Realm of Treachery look like?"

He said it with a laugh, a dry smile. Often, he wasn't sure what to make of his sphere, of anything about his powers. Treachery wasn't exactly a super friendly source of power, now was it? Nor was Loke, but...

He ran his fingers over the crystals absently, watching the space as his mind wandered. "...a beach could be nice. Water. Maybe like. A pond? Not sure if there's enough space for a lake. A house, too." The ideas followed easily, not exactly connected to Treachery, but... hey, fit the kinda... viking, pirate looking aspects of his uniform, right? Plus... a place he could just relax. Have a shelter. That sounded... pretty ideal right now.

He could work with that. Just would need... a lot more crystals...