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If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks...
It's customary to have a Wake after the subject thereof dies. Even Loki knows that. But this is a special occasion. Ego-death is coming to his alternate, and the idea of letting him go off to perish alone, uncertain he will even be mourned, is too dark a proposition even for a flawed and callous person to contemplate.
That, and this Loki has been in a melancholy mood since speaking to the spirit of Frigga. He anticipates a dark choice of his own, sooner or later, and where the fates will send him after that, he can't know. Maybe oblivion, although even at that rate there may be worse places.
What's important right now is that no one dies unremembered. And honestly, any excuse formischief a party. The first text rolls out to Harley, an innocent enough invitation to join them for milkshakes. Cricket is next, because it occurs to him that Cricket has plenty of liquor, which is good for a reckless celebration.
Things snowball from there.
As long as they don't destroy too much property, they'll call the night a success.
That, and this Loki has been in a melancholy mood since speaking to the spirit of Frigga. He anticipates a dark choice of his own, sooner or later, and where the fates will send him after that, he can't know. Maybe oblivion, although even at that rate there may be worse places.
What's important right now is that no one dies unremembered. And honestly, any excuse for
Things snowball from there.
As long as they don't destroy too much property, they'll call the night a success.
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Don't answer that.
"Certainly," Azwel replies. "What's the question?"
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"We're wondering how many Nexus-goers can tie a cherry stem into a knot using only their mouths?"
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He reaches out and picks up another cherry (Is that a golden gauntlet he's wearing? Well, yes, but it matches the one on his other hand and neither are nearly so... jewel-festooned) and pops it in his mouth.
There's a moment or two of chewing and a thoughtful expression. Then he spits out the tied stem with a raised eyebrow.
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Loki settles back to watch the man work, gaze noting the gauntlets, wondering if they were just armor or something more, but then he was displaying his success, earning a laugh and polite applause from the trickster.
"Yes, well done!"
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"Thank you, thank you," Azwel grins. "So what have your data shown thus far?"
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"Mostly that so far it's only my poor twin who has been having trouble with the faulty stems. Truly a shame, hard to live up to the Silvertongue title like that, hm?" He teases from a place of love!
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