#loki 01

[dhawthxrne]

🌸 Starter call // @lowkeylying​  🌸

{🌸} “Mister! You golden tiara is really beautiful! Where did you buy it?”

[rockstarprosecutor]

@thcstoryends

Seeing people near the water’s edge isn’t unusual, but so far it’s mostly been humans. So when Klavier spots a distinctly non-human figure reading by the docks, he’s naturally curious. What could be the harm in approaching...?

Tail still beneath the water’s surface, he leans up on the dock, careful not to startle the boy.

“If you don’t mind my asking, what are you reading?”

[unwaveringradiance-blog]

@trckstrthokk !

For pretty much his entire life, making friends has always been something that comes naturally to Sora. Whenever he finds himself in new worlds, almost no matter what the circumstances are, his special gift of forming bonds with others always seems to help him get by. And he hopes this place he’s found himself in will be no different. While he already knows that Riku is here with him, finding new people to talk with is always something that he’s up for. He just hopes that that a lot of the...locals? Inhabitants maybe, are friendly enough.

Deciding to take a walk out into the cold, he immediately feels the bone chilling winds coursing all around him, his spiky hair blowing gently as he treks through the snowy tundra, finally running into a building he hasn’t seen before, apparently called The Crystal Tavern. The place does seem nice enough. Maybe there are some people in here who might be nice enough to tell me more about this place, he thinks to himself.

Stepping foot inside the tavern, he immediately feels much warmer, and something about the place just gives off a friendly vibe. Though many of the tables spread throughout the little tavern are empty, he immediately notices a woman sitting by herself, with pinkish purplish hair. Maybe she knows something about this place. And without even thinking it through, Sora approaches her at the table, mustering up a friendly smile.

“Hey there! What are you doing sitting here all by yourself? Is it okay if I join you for a bit?”

[bladecalling-blog]

When everything’s as lethal as can be in your homeland, a simple walk in the woods can lead to some interesting encounters. Whether it was the heavy crunch of a boot in the snow, the sound of birdsong quieting, or the scent of steel, something was closer to the vastayan than she was comfortable with.

“Everyone’s got something for the bird girl, huh. What, you want to start a feather collection or something?” Xayah turned around and punctuated her question with the brandish of a quilldart, leveling the tip towards the stranger who approached her. The hood of her cloak fell back, the thin dusting of snow from her walk drifting to its brethren on the ground. Her ears perked up, despite the cold, the fur twitching with anticipation.

Huh. Weird. That grin, eerily familiar. She’s reminded of her partner, Rakan, whose cocky smile and confident nature made it easy for her to blend in, sneak around. Another trickster-type then, just a pretty boy with a pretty smile and even prettier words - boring, really, no one was as good as Rakan. “Nice, uh, horns? Are you part cow or something?” 

@mischiefburned 

[antheiin]

@mischiefreagent || From Here

Admittedly, it takes her a moment to process what exactly she’s looking at. But, finding someone else who can change their own features pulls up a little bit of glee in here, and Miriam grins despite her earlier question. The trepidation seems long gone now. 

Granted, he isn’t the first strange thing she’s seen. “Well, it looks like shapeshifting, which you just confirmed. Fascinating, honestly. I’m almost jealous. I can’t quite go that far. At least for now.” A bit cryptic, but it offers a bit of sympathy.

“Nah. You’d have to do a lot more to scar me. I’ve seen worse. And hm,” she drums her fingers on her thigh, briefly shifting herself to match the appearance of a passerby. It’s an easy change, even fun, considering the person’s pink hair. “Give it time. I’m a little stronger than I used to be.” 

[blodaue]

@mischiefreagent

he’s not in the habit of doing much beyond his interests, the god of floral persuasion taking a moment from usually so quiet schedule for a little exploration of the world around him. from the waterside, the scent of salty sea catches the breeze and causes the grass to wave in greeting as gerwyn makes his way to the cliff side. it is not much like home. home, the waves were freezing, the wind a bitter thief who stole breath for amusement. the cliffs were not peaks for peaceful contemplation, but rather chilling, lonely icons of remorse and misery.

but not here. the sun is hot, gerwyn taking to fanning himself one of his hands, whilst the other twirls a few blooming chrysanthemum, the warm-coloured flowers unwinding their petals against the god’s skin. he does not mind spinning his magic around his form this way; it provides a great warning for the predators that may come, the flurry of flora an assertion of his own brand of terror ( albeit rose-scented and often rather dainty in presentation. )

still, he takes a seat upon the edge of the cliff, the island’s water lapping softly against the beach way down below. it’s still too hot. gerwyn closes his eyes, green eyes masked behind a flutter of lashes, before a small tree emerged from the earth behind him. he barely has much magic left for today, but this will suit him fine. the shade, although small, captures his pale form entirely, thus he re-opens his eyes to a much cooler existence. however, the sound of footsteps amongst the grass and twigs soon becomes the focus of his attention. without turning his head, gerwyn speaks to the stranger, soft voice affirmed with the proud and defiant volume of a god, of course, but still with that sing-song of spring woven into his welsh tones. 

“ if those are human footsteps i hear, then turn away. lest i cast your mangled corpse from the side of this cliff and paint the sands with your blood. “

very welcoming, as always. 

[arkhamknighttime-blog]

Royal Fortune || CA Closed

@magpiewhispers

“Hey, you.”

The garbled voice came from behind the crowned figure, as the Arkham Knight had been tailing him for a good long while down these city streets, keeping as out of sight as he could. He couldn’t help it -- he needed all the information he could, and now that he’d caught him alone...

“That crown on your head -- you some sort of royalty? Local king or something?”

[gotoxo]

@loki

Kasumi's favourite thing after coming to Kerria was to kick back and relax with a nice book and a cup of tea.

Where had she been for the past few weeks, you may ask? Well, the world's best thief had to keep up her reputation. Tricky things, reputations. They took a lifetime to build, but could come tumbling down in an instant. So it was best to enjoy their perks while they lasted.

Hence why the book she was reading was a signed copy of Frankenstein, original edition.

Just as she good to one one of the really juicy bits, she heard the door creak open behind her. Closing the cover and setting the book down with a small sigh, she swiveled in her chair and addressed the person standing in the doorway.

"Yes? Am I missing a class again? I'm not doing it on purpose, I swear."