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Note: Loki DM's
As Amora lets slip the unprocessed wool through her hands, it shimmers and tugs at bits of magic. He disappeared at the bifrost. Whatever spell he cast..it has trails leading to all the nine realms, with a lot of its effect in Asgard, but he was obviously trying to affect things in other areas too. She finds bits of 'restoration' magic…his attempts to fix things he had broken, like lives, in any way that he could, which is why some remember and some don't, some are awake, and some are not yet. The end of the spell involved destruction, memory loss, some sort of contingency magic and pain, and there is little doubt that he did obliterate his physical form, either on purpose or on accident.
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The Enchantress frowned as she paused in spinning the golden fleece, (yes it was partly from the Greeks, sue her the Norns were really the Fates when all was said and done), the drop spindle of crystal and gold veins hung from the twisted strand of roving just before her gaze. The magic swelled and she closed her eyes briefly to try to sort through the tangled webs of Loki's spellwork.
The fact that he'd reached so far? It had Amora itching with the need to see if he had impacted her in some way shape or form too. A tug on more of the fantastical wool had her rising from her seat as she walked in a circle to let the drop spindle twirl from a higher elevation. Her pacing taking her in a slow and patient circle round the otherwise simplistic looking chair in the center of her apartment.
"Why would you try so hard to fix what you'd wrought, Trickster?" She breathed, head tilted to the side and her brow furrowed.
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ROLL: Loki +rolls 1d20 for a result of: 3
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ROLL: Amora +rolls 1d20 for a result of: 1
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The magic residue is definitely a puzzle, and the spell is incredibly complex, with lots of working bits. Its really no wonder that the Norns are pissed, he may have altered MANY fates, ACROSS the realms, pulling people from death that he had killed and basically setting everything back before he messed with it. This is because he had Gungnir at the time. However, one thing does stand out.
Some of the magic isn't finished yet. It is winding in and out of the bifrost, which makes it very difficult to tell where its going. After staring at it…no, she's absolutely sure…its going to Muspelheim.
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As far as on herself, yes, there's a little something, little magic residue, that isn't from her, on her.
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Irritation flashed to life in her illuminated green eyed gaze, "Of course it's Muspelheim. Of course it is." Never mind that she'd been kidnapped there and forced to try to be some magical gate way for whatever the fire demons had had planned at the time they'd tried to overthrow Surtur. It was not high on her to do list to visit that realm.
A gust of a breath, sent golden hair tumbling around her shoulder and she squinted, following the strands of fiber up and down what she'd just spun, inspecting it as if for a flaw.
"Oh," Her voice dropped into a favorite curse that was closer to Old Norse than anything else on Midgard. "Meyla krafla mikli thur syr." (You child born of a long dead sow). She snarled under her breath, exhaling as she pulled that particular strand of roving from the spun material.
"What did you try to do to me."
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ROLL: Amora +rolls 1d20 for a result of: 17
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Amora can tell that the spell is not exactly active. It is waiting for some action of Amora's and then it will activate, and it is very small. It is very unlikely that this sort of spell is affecting anything she does, and when it goes off, its effect also will be very small. Its just waiting.
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A dry look crossed her features as Amora tugged the piece of wool free, and looped it between her thumb and forefinger to form a tiny circle. "What in Hela's realms did you do? I swear if this is a curse to make my hair fall out, or make me speak only your name for a year and a day, I shall find your soul and hand it to the Norns myself." She muttered, wrinkling up her nose and speaking as if the Trickster was present and able to hear her.
Old friends and habit die hard. Especially considering she was shying from the thought that said Trickster Prince was dead. Likely very dead. Or something like it.
With the odd circle made of golden fleece, Amora peered over her personage, trying to see through the astral plane to try to gain a hint as to the general feel of the spell. A prank she'd take.. to a certain extent.
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ROLL: Amora +rolls 1d20 for a result of: 11
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She has seen something like this before, from Hela, who makes deals like 'I'll release the soul if you can find five trees together in one'. Its some sort of bargain, or deal…a contingency. If Amora is connected to the spell, then she must be involved in whatever…the magical deal is.
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Amora scowled, and dropped the circle of fleece with a scowl. She spat, and then dragged her foot through the weave of the golden fleece, destroying the link to the spell that allowed her to see the ties that Loki had put there. No one else would at least be able to see whatever it was that Loki had done. Contingency plan indeed! Another string of long forgotten swears and foul words fall from her ruby lips as she casts a glance around the Penthouse apartment.
She'd have to get a few things together, find a few hard to get ingredients, but she knew a potion that would let her trace back to whomever it was that Loki had made a bargain with.
If there was one constant in her life, it was that Loki was untrustworthy. It was as true and constant as the sun rising and falling. One did not make deals with the Trickster. So the question that niggled her incessantly was now.. Who in their right mind would make such a deal?
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Dun Dun DUNNNNNNNN!!!