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lokithefallengod = fallengodoflies
DO NOT GIVE MCLAGGEN YOUR CHILDREN. JUST DO NOT.
Loki raised his eyebrows in question. A few things ran through his mind, mostly along the lines of ‘so this is how her powers truly work’.”Enjoying yourself?” He asked casually. He’d come from a very violent world, torture and death were nothing new, especially to him. “Because I’ll have you know I’m not cleaning this up. Blood spatters are where I draw the line, do you know how hard it is to get those stains out?” Though his voice was heavily animated, his face was nearly unreadable as he spoke.
"Ugh, I know what you mean, it is, like, superhar--" Hel almost gave into changing the topic and yet, still she was somewhat worried. With Loki she could never guess what he was really thinking, probably mostly because she didn't want to guess in the first place. "I must admit, I enjoy doing this, yes. Problem?" She so hoped it wouldn't be.
"I like the view" (Lokiiii)
Put “I like the view” in my ask and my character will react to yours saying that after accidentally catching mine naked.
Hel gasped and jumped up a bit, she really didn’t like it when people snuck up behind her when she didn’t expect it, she even tried to cover herself instinctively at first. “Pffff, of course you do,” she chuckled. “But you really shouldn’t creep on me like that, I might throw a vase at your head or something.”
✄ (from Loki~!)
send me a ✄ for my character’s reaction to yours walking in on them in the middle of killing someone.
Helena Hughes really hated not achieving what she planned to achieve. “Well, then you are useless to me,” she hissed and with a wave of her hand she lifted the man she had been questioning from the ground and soon the room was filled with the sound of his screaming in agony as his skin was breaking, his blood vessels bursting, his whole organic being slowly being torn apart— All of sudden she saw Loki walk in on her… but he wasn’t supposed to see this.Even the most horrible person and murderer turned away from her and left after witnessing her do this. Her concentration broke and the man or what was left of him, fell on the ground. Helena looked from Loki to the corpse, obviously worried.
✩ From Loki!
My character has died and is now a Reaper. They must escort a certain number of souls over to the other side before they may rest in peace themselves. Send me a ✩ and my character will react to yours being the last soul they have to take.
Of all the things in the world, Helena didn't expect to be doing this after her death. A Reaper. A Reaper of all things! After all the T.V. series she enjoyed that carried this plot and idea and after all the stories she wrote which had this similar 'become a reaper after death' core to them... it was fantastic how she ended up escorting souls. Other Reapers, the ones that were also employed after they died, loathed their job. Not Helen. For her it was a dream job... right until the day when she had to collect her last soul.
It was sad as it was from the beginning: she'd finally move on, no more violent deaths to witness, no more scaring freshly dead people... eh. However what she didn't know was that it'd become enormously dreadful. "No," she mouthed out when she saw her next target. "Not him... am I even supposed to take him? Don't we have a special team for that or something, no..." the blonde even lost control enough to let out a sob-like moan at the end. How long has it been anyway? Wasn't it too early for him to die? She stared at the note she had with the time of death written on it, his death. No name though, that's why they gave her a paper without the name, that's why! Because it was him she was supposed to take.
Hel gazed at the clock, she had some time left before she had to reap his soul out, right before he'd die. Slowly she came up to him, knowing she'd probably freak him out by her staring - the blonde looked nothing like she used to, to people that used to know her. Every Reaper got new Avatar to cover their ass up. But she didn't care, he was about to die anyway. She gazed at the clock one last time, inhaled sharply and asked: "S'up, mage?" then placed her hand on his shoulder, daringly, brusquely, and reaped his soul out of his body, ready to lecture him on the topic of 'how the heck did he manage to get himself killed'.
◊ (I'm totally imagining something like "stop sorting my shoes" or something but I'm prolly totally wrong. XD)
Put a "◊" in my ask for a sticky note left on your fridge in the morning by my muse.
ooc; I actually thought it'd be different, she surprises me...
Sticky note 1. IF A MAN COMES OVER AND SAYS HE'S MY HUSBAND...
Sticky note 2. SAYS HE'S LOOKING FOR ME...
Sticky note 3. HE IS LYING! Obviously...
Sticky note 4. I SWEAR, ALL MY HUSBANDS ARE DEAD!
Sticky note 5. SO JUST IGNORE THE DUDE.
Sticky note 6. Better not to kill him though. (ooc; notice how this one is in small letters)
Sticky note 7. Also, I threw out all your instant noodles stashes.
Sticky note 8. And I left you some lasagne.
Sticky note 9. And don't look for your belt, I took it. Don't ask why ;)
Ø Eheheheh yes please Loki monologue. :D
Send me a Ø for an inner monologue my character has had about yours.
Silly mage, did he clean up my house again? Can't find my shirt. Yeah, he probably picked it up from the floor and put it into the closet... again. Should I even get mad? Can I even get mad? I don't think I can-- if I try it'll look like terrible acting. Did I-- oh dear Lord. I did get used to it, didn't I... What's worse, I think he got used to it as well, got used to me... us? What are we even doing? No good will come of this, whatever we are doing--
Wait. He arranged my shoes by colour and size by the door! Oh, there are limits to everything and that's just-- I loved my mountain of shoes! He just wanted to piss me off, didn't he. I'm so going to get back at him for everything, who does he think I am, a kind person? Pfff. Oh, you're gonna get it, mage, you're gonna get it-- Is that hot chocolate I smell?
Wait, I was going to do something... what was I-- Mmm. That smell. Want.