loki

What do I want? The joy of destroying worlds, and spreading chaos ... Would you rather stare at a stone sitting by the side of a road, or watch it tumble down a cliffside? As it tumbles, it may, of course, crumble into dust... And yet.... affiliated with eidolonpath

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guard duty. // holypath.

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          {♣} —; Volunteering herself for guard duties, she picked out among the crowd who she believed would be the most fun to be around. By most fun though, of course she meant whoever looked like they couldn’t fend for themselves. This blond girl seemed simple enough. 

          {♣} —; With her staff in both hands, she approached the girl, smiling before putting a hand on her shoulder. Loki’s read on her was fairly right, but she felt....off in her judgement. Maybe there was more to her than meets the eye? She’ll just have to watch how it unfolds.

          {♣} —; “Hello there, I’m Loki, and I’ll be guarding you for the day. Just what shall we be doing today, hm? Bolstering defenses? Checking in on the cabins more towards the edge of the town? Perhaps foraging for more resources on the outskirts? Whatever it is, I’ll keep you safe.”

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hunting trip. // tempesse.

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          {♣} —; So it seems that these creatures were harmful, were they? How delectable. The perfect place for her then was on the frontline, watching up close exactly just how dangerous they were. From what she read in the bestiary, they had the power to stun people, and steal voices as well as their life from them. Quite the interesting concept. 

          {♣} —; She follows a crowd towards another place—Lelantos’ Grip. An armory of sorts. It has a fitting name. As she goes in, her eye gazes around the room for suitable weapons. Finally she reaches out towards one, grazing someone elses hand as they also reached for it. Oh?

          {♣} —; “Grabbing another just in case you get disarmed, hm?” she asks, noting the beautifully crafted weapon. “If you want it, you can take it, though I’m quite surprised to find so many young people march towards danger. Are you all so eager to face Hel herself already?”

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deck the halls. // endphones.

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          {♣} —; Oh, yes. The smells of baked bread and the sounds of mirth and laughter fill the air. Festivities, how perfect. There’s so much joy wandering around, she knows that this place is just bound for karmic retribution. Even if she has to give it just a little bit of a push.

          {♣} —; As others help around town set up, she does the opposite. She pretends to assist, putting up garlands of decor along with them but accidentally tearing here and there. Whoopsies, how clumsy of her. She’s amused with how it goes and—oh hello, a new target?

          {♣} —; She’s patient, waiting for everyone to quit looking. As soon as she knows the coast is clear, from up on a ladder she drops the net. As soon as she does, she hops from the ladder, staring at the person under the net.  

          {♣} —; “You know? I heard that fishing was one of the things we could do, but I hadn’t quite expected to land the catch of the day.” she chuckles. “Soooooooo sorry about that dear, I didn’t hurt you, did I?” please say yes.

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( ok....so like part 2 of the event dropped and im super excited and overhyped for it! if you’d like a starter for part 2 of the event please like this post! i’m gonna leave this uncapped for now because i love being a bit chaotic )

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( i believe those were all my replies, now then there’s a new event going around! if you’d like a starter then like this post please! dm me if you want to plan things out, and starter cap is at 5 ! )

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( kind girl )·:

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       kotone is torn between being utterly impressed and being absolutely concerned. this woman was striding about with utmost confidence, the younger had to rub her eyes to make sure she wasn’t a figment of imagination. after all, in this weather, who would so confidently walk atop the snow with so little as the clothes upon their backs?

    ❝ um… ❞ her scarf is held out, expression stupefied. “would you… like to borrow my scarf, miss?” she pauses, blinking. “i don’t think it’ll be much help, but…”

          {♣} —; Loki’s taken aback by the sudden offer, wondering how to approach. On one side, she could reject the offer and simply leave, making the girl wander struck. On the other, accepting and finding out more of the person’s nature would be fun...

          {♣} —; “Oh thank you—you’re too kind.” she says, wrapping it around her neck. “I was feeling a tad cold, the weather here reminds me of a place I visited once. Are you sure you won’t be needing it? I think it suits your pretty face far better.”

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( crow )·:

   “Yeah, I’m not so sure about all that.”

    Fuck. How did this happen?  Qrow’s fairly sure no one had been following- so is this coincidence? It doesn’t feel like it. Either way, her words confirm the worst case. This lady has seen him shift. Wonderful.

   “Alright, you got me lady,” the huntsman responds deadpan, keeping his weapon at the ready, “I can turn into a bird, but sneaking up on somebody like that isn’t just being curious. Besides,” He straightens up out of a battle stance, hefting harbinger back to rest on his shoulder.

    “I’m not an expert on magic, period. Sure as hell can’t give it out to people.” A half laugh escapes his lips. The wizard she’s looking for probably doesn’t even know the gift he gave the bird is back in action, not yet. It shouldn’t be too hard to figure out, given how much he sticks out, but he hasn’t seen the guy face to face in ages. “So, I’m pretty sure you’d find me a boring conversation partner.”

    Honestly, even if he did know more about his transformation, Qrow’s not so sure sharing it with some stranger with a staff- who he’s pretty sure stalked him somehow- would be a good idea. Often people’s lust for magic power gets extremely out of hand, at least as far as he’s heard and seen. That and he’s no snitch, even if the wizard doesn’t exactly inspire loyalty anymore.

“Unless, you wanna talk about why you’re following birds around.”

          {♣} —; “Well, just as you’ve been caught so have I. Curiosity kills the cat but a raven would be an interesting twist to that story, wouldn’t it?” Loki eyes the weapon, impressed with the craftsmanship behind it. “Well, whether you’re boring or not is entirely up to my perception, though seeing as I’ve come all this way even if it was a boring conversation, at least it’s not a dull day like the rest of my time spent here.”

          {♣} —; She paces a few steps, thinking on how to approach. She’s sure that this man is more than he seems, and if it came down to it he’d just cut her down. Was murder tolerated here even? Probably not. Most people didn’t indulge in such primal urges like that. Only tyrants and barbarians.

          {♣} —; “My dear, if you flip a coin, the chance it lands on the side you desire if fifty, fifty, is it not? Now then what if you flip ten coins? The chance is still fifty, fifty. And a million? The same result. It’d be a miracle if you saw the end result you desired. Now if there’s nothing but billowing white winds, and creatures that have adapted to match the landscape, just what is the chance of a creature being born pitch black in the dead of night?” very low, that’s what.

          {♣} —; “Are you telling me, that were you to see a creature different from others here, you wouldn’t follow it either? I think not. I’m also willing to place a bet that you didn’t come here with those wings of yours, did you? I came here with my trusty staff, so I can only guess you came here with that lovely weapon of yours. Am I right?”

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( rude boy )·:

       HIS HIGHEST PRIORITY right now is information gathering; learning, listening, observing the new world around him in hopes of discovering the purpose of his sudden placement here. he’s asked ( in a not so polite way ) some villagers outright a few times how they got here, but they all say the same thing. they don’t know, they’re just as confused as he is, or the occasional remark on his… less than friendly demeanor. as if that matters in any way shape or form. it isn’t as if he’s here to make FRIENDS, after all. he doesn’t have friends to begin with, but if he did, surely it wouldn’t be with such useless people.

    one thing he has successfully garnered from his nearly pointless interactions is that there’s something strange, unexplainable about a particular statue that the locals call ‘diaidem.’ as he approaches the chateau where it stands, a feeling of unease grows inside of him. countless people sit inside the crystalline palace, offering prayers to the… almost familiar statue that sits in the center. it’s grotesque, the way she weeps and extends her arms out to those who face her. furthermore, it tells him nothing, and yet he can’t seem to stop leering at her tearful expression. 

    it’s only when someone comes to a stop beside him that he ( reluctantly ) pulls his gaze away.

    there’s nothing outstanding about the stranger at a glance. another face, almost certainly another useless local who knew nothing regarding her appearance here. even so, ( perhaps due the influence of an emotion he can’t quite place ) he decides to strike up conversation–she may know nothing, but she can at least tell him whether she’s experiencing the same off putting sensation he is in the presence of diaidem. it isn’t that he cares really, but… he’s curious.

    ❝ hey, old lady. ❞ ever the charmer. ❝ what do you make of this thing? does it.. make you feel weird? ❞

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          {♣} —; Old lady. Is that really how others have been seeing her? Or was this simply just how people of other worlds often referred to people they were afraid of? Tossing up insults and goads in such a crude manner...what an exciting way to talk. She’s humored, and nods her head in response to the boy, willing a less solemn appearance on her face.

          {♣} —; “It does, and no matter what it is, I always seem to feel the exact same way when I come near it.” she takes a step closer to the statue, almost tempted to see what kind of reaction she would get if she did it harm. “It’s not just her either, the other statues in here...there’s a saying that the walls have ears, but it seems these statues have eyes.” 

          {♣} —; “This kind of thing isn’t entirely unprecedented, you know.” she turns her gaze to the man. “I’ve been to other places, sought out certain....idols, as some would say. In my journeys I’ve seen several revered artifacts that hold unique things within them. I’ve seen statues of a dark dragon, which made me shiver in anticipation and anxiousness. What you see here is not unlike that.” she pauses to look over at some worshipers, rolling her eyes in the process.

          {♣} —; “Diaidem. Goddess of Snow and the Sea, as people say here.” she leans closer to Mercury. “I hope they know gods aren’t ever what they hope they are.”

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( kid )·:

Every now and then, Touya would check the bulletin board outside of Eidolon Hall, just in case any of the requests caught his interest. They both seemed simple enough to him, yet he really only wanted to do one, so he decided to think on it and come back later instead.

Just as he began to walk off, someone approached, the comment she made was enough for him to stop, turning to face her. Honestly, whether or not he carried his katana with him wasn’t her concern, he was just about to say as such, yet he stops. He tries not to react to what she was saying, instead trying to stay calm.

“I’m guessing you haven’t heard the phrase ‘mind your own business’ before, have you, old lady?” While he seemed calm, his tone of voice said otherwise, he was actually quite mad.

          {♣} —; Ooh, what a sharp tongue. And at such a young age. Someone really ought to teach this child some manners. She feigns shock, followed by a brief apologetic face.

          {♣} —; “Old, am I? Why I didn’t think that I’d be considered old, though perhaps to someone as little as you I would be. How scary that such a young man with such a crude attitude is running around with a sword like that.”

          {♣} —; “Do you even know how to use that thing? Come now, you’ll cut your toe off by accident. Where are your parents young man? Or...perhaps you’re just like me?” she leaves her answer vague, cryptic to watch what sort of answer this one would come to.

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( adventurer )·:

“Of course I know the dangers out there. I go through stuff like this about once every five years. Bears and ice and cold? No big deal. It’s the things I don’t know I’m a little worried about. Alchemy and all that.” He rubs his hands together. “But the best way to learn is by the seat of your pants! If I run into anything terrible and magical do you know how to deal with it or do we just hit it with your staff and run?”

He’s already unfolding a map (hand drawn and remarkably accurate, probably half-copied, half observed because the detail gets sparser farther from the settlement) to show to her. “Where do you think the best stuff is, ma’am? If you know. I’ll let you pick our destination.”

          {♣} —; “Ah, so your forte is not in the arts of magic then, is that right? Luckily for you, before I came here I knew all sorts of magic.” she waves her staff, flashing a grin briefly. Showing off was another one of her fortes. “Hit and Run is probably the best tactic for now, but I assure you that questing is the surefire way for me to get it back and I’ll be ever the more valuable.”

          {♣} —; She looks over the map, meticulously polished nails inching the surface of it. Finally she points towards the outskirts. “You know, the most mysterious place here is Rubrum Hole. There’s a source of light in there that refracts off of the pale red crystals that surround the inner mouth of the cave. No one’s seen its source yet. Sounds priceless, don’t you think?”

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( lupin )·:

Lupin’s shoulders snap up to attention and he wheels around on his heels on the ice… and keeps spinning in that direction because of the momentum. He decides to let himself spin until he stops rather than try to pull himself out of it because he knows. He swears. He will fall.

“Oh? Oh? I haven’t gotten any offers until now.” He smiles, so wide, so bright and his eyes shine with mirth and… craftiness. But really? He’s listening to her voice. He can’t pick up any accents she knows so quickly gives up. That woman’s probably not from Earth. “You know, I can’t just turn down an offer from a pretty lady like you but I’m real curious. You’re not gonna just kill me out in the snow or something are you? Leave me stranded tied to an icicle while you make off with the moss?”

It’s clear he’s joking around, but there’s something there–it’s not even wariness it’s amusement akin to hearing the same joke for the fifth time– that suggests these things HAVE absolutely happened to him before.

          {♣} —; She watches him spin on the spot, settling into a more comfortable demeanor as he does so. Most people would have stopped themselves, but he had not. If her hunch wasn’t right before, it certainly was now—for this wasn’t a man cut from the cloth of the common mass. It seems like she has her work cut out for her.

          {♣} —; “Oh, pretty? Me? I’m flattered, darling—I’ll be sure to bring more than just beauty to the table though with my accompaniment.” she grips her staff , bowing a little bit before stifling a small laugh. Oh, what a thing to say. There’s no accusation in his voice—merely jest. Just what sort of uncouth women has he been dealing with?

          {♣} —; “Why I’d never do anything like that! I love being a big help to people, especially dashing adventurers such as yourself. You’re aware of the dangers though, right? You wouldn’t want to be mauled by a bear would you? I do promise however, I will neither kill you in cold blood or leave you strapped to an icicle—not my style.” 

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odd beginnings. // illusixnry

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          {♣} —; Though it was fun to watch adults play around and have dramatic relationships, it grew stale—fast. Some people were just too forgiving, and even her anonymous whispers and rumors were weeded out too quickly. Quite the welcoming community. Maybe its time to mess with a...younger audience.

          {♣} —; “Oh—are you sure you should be carrying that around?” she asks, approaching.

          {♣} —; “Children shouldn’t play with weapons—even if to some here it’s a rite of passage. Unless of course—you’re not what you seem? I certainly know a thing or two about people like that, and you don’t look it.”

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your (not so) helpful guide. // blessingsuntoyou.

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          {♣} —; Fresh people meant fresh interactions. Which meant new people to play with. Just what sort of person were she to encounter today? Was it another eccentric? A bookworm maybe? A rough and tough burly person? A serial killer perhaps? Oh so many images in her head, and yet she’d only find out when she talks. How exciting.

          {♣} —; Loki watched the snowy-haired man stumble in and out of his new abode, and it was time for her to play the village idiot. And by idiot, she means the friendliest person in the world, ever. An insistent annoyance ought to get him to reveal his true colors in a snap. So she’s hoping for anyways.

          {♣} —; “Oh, yoohoo!” she calls, running up to him. “You’re new here, aren’t you?” she asks, her staff tucked in the crease of her arm. “I can just tell! I’ve been here forever, and I can recognize almost every face at this point.” a lie. “A stranger shouldn’t be off by themselves now, you should be welcomed and shown the ropes around here! Come now, won’t you let me give you a tour? It’ll be all worth it in the end, I promise!” and she won’t take no for an answer.

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in need of aid. // adriftingdoctor

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          {♣} —; So it wasn’t the classiest thing for Loki to do. That didn’t mean it wasn’t any less fun to watch people scramble about in the tavern. She thought to herself how this was probably the liveliest she’d made a mundane place without using any sort of special ability. Just a simple ruse. Perhaps start from the beginning.

          {♣} —; It was just another dull, mindless day in the village. Loki was in the forest, watching people come and go. No misery or malice in sight—so she’d make some. Roll a ball down the icy caps of a mountain and watch it roll into an avalanche so to speak. The cornerstore had everything she needed. So with a dexterous hand she applied some very realistic make up all over her arm. Her finishing touch? Annoying one of those strange cats til it scratched her arm up to trail crimson.

          {♣} —; While it was fun to watch people stress to and fro about her, and how she’s suffering a curse and disease from animal, she didn’t expect for someone to actually rise to the occasion. Better make this interesting then.

          {♣} —; “Ooh, I don’t feel so good.” she feigns, stumbling her steps. “I-I can’t see right—th-there’s too many people here and my visions blurring out so. C-can you take me to the Warmhouse please?” she begs, tightly gripping the mans coat.

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( interesting man )·:

He’s loud. He makes no effort to disguise his small talk and plans and really having no natural enemy (yet) worthy of his wariness he’s gotten cocky. Lately he’s been getting as much information on the valuable things that can be gathered around the settlement, what they do and how exactly to do it… and how rare they are–

–how hard they are to get–

–how dangerous they are to acquire.

Without some kind of challenge he knew his little heart would go septic in his chest and kill him on the spot, more or less. There’s no rough voice to talk him down for stupid ideas, not that he would have listened to that voice anyway but the lack of familiar resistance or even familiar goading gnaws at him in a way he can’t say he likes. “It’s just like the castle that first time again, huh?” He speaks to himself as he readies his meager supplies outside the bunkhouse. “No one watching my back, I have no idea where I’m going. It’s perfect.” Lupin is only vaguely aware of the volume of his self-direction, mentally noting tasks out loud, checking a small list of things he’s searching for. The moss. The little crystals… and anything that looks like a useful material he can use to replicate valuable things by looks alone.

He can’t let forgery go stale after all.

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          {♣} —; Cold, lifeless, dull. All these words were the sort to describe the generic atmosphere in Eidolon. It was just like the rock, sitting by the side of the road. Nothing exciting, sitting still even with people passing by here and there. She was bored. Biding time was her specially but this? Ridiculous.

          {♣} —; She’d almost gotten up to leave before there was a bit of a ruckus. She scanned the room for the noise, watching as others dismissed his antics as drunken drivel and the babbling of a foolhardy man. Though she knew what this was. A diamond in the rough. Treasure—adventure—possible mauling in the wild? Oh she couldn’t miss this.

          {♠} —; “Really—no one watching your back? Sounds to me like you could use some company, traveler.” she says, strutting over confidently. “I haven’t seen someone get so worked up here in a while, you know. You said something about a castle? Care if I come along with you—I just have to see what a person such as yourself is capable of. Maybe I can even be of some assistance, what do you say?”

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( spring is here! come along, don’t be shy to interact—here’s another starter call capped at 3 again, im really enjoying writing for loki! you can come to me for plotting if you want something specific as always, i don’t bite )

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( lil birdie )·:

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There’s nothing quite like flying.

Unfortunately, the huntsman can’t do it for too long, even with his crow form back. Something about this place is too cold; Qrow always ends up exhausted afterwards too, but that’s fine. Better to be bushed than alert and very aware of his cravings and situation. It helps.

Of course, he doesn’t do it all willy-nilly either. Even if they’re not in remnant, Qrow would still rather keep this little trick of his to himself. ‘Play it close to the chest’, as it were. Though it’s a little harder to do when he’s noticeably the only black(non-flightless) bird inhabiting this place. Still, he makes fairly sure he’s alone when changing forms, waiting until he’s a small walk away from the village. It’s gone pretty smoothly so far.

But his luck never lasts for too long.

The older man’s just shifted back, stretching out his limbs a little and going to walk back towards the bunkhouses- when he hears it. A small branch snaps. Harbinger is out in a flash as he readies the blade on instinct.

          {♣} —; The village grows curious and more curious with each passing day. From people of a technological age without magic, to those who know nothing of it. There was just an assortment of colorful characters here, now weren't there? Loki made sure not to draw more attention than was necessary here, after all it's the fool holding their cards the longest who have the upper hand. While she didn't have anything aside from her trusty staff Thokk, she still had her brains, and it seemed they'd serve her well.

         {♣} —;The local fauna she read about here were all interesting. Beasts of a pure white sheen, blending in to adapt to their surroundings. Whether prey or predator, this was what nature blessed these with. It seemed however, that there was some other kind of creature here. Dark as night, flitting about here and there. Perhaps this was just considered as a surprising mutation or miracle to the local Eidolon people, but Loki knew better. She could recognize with her keen eye when something was misplaced, and so when no one was watching she made sure to take off after it.

         {♣} —;She kept her own pace, making sure to follow behind enough to not draw its attention. Interesting how it seemed so...cunning. A sentinel crow, how funny. Snap. Ah, so she had gotten a bit too lost in her thoughts. No point in trying to keep herself secret now, it was far too late for that. She reveals herself, staff in both hands held defensively as she saw the man before her. Cute.

         {♣} —;"Oh, now, now, there's no need to be so...aggressive. I know transformation  magic when I see it, and what you did there was nothing short of it. Come now, won't you entertain a curious woman who's just trying to attain some information? I want to be free as a bird--just like you are dear. What do you say, willing to have a talk with me?"