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Loki is doing weird stuff. There's just no other way to describe it. The zombies are not near to him at the moment, like they recognize someone they just shouldn't fuck with and…are just leaving him alone, possibly. He is standing nearby a tree, glances left and right, then he gives his hands a complicated wave. What happens is that there is a small hole in space, that brims with freezing cold. He starts working on some sort of other spell…
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Loki might actually be forgiven for not recognising Brynhildr right away. She has not been spotted on Midgard for well over ah undred years, after all. The last thime he might have seen her she was drinking away her time on Asgard, too strong to spar with ordinary warriors and too jaded to seek a challenge among those available to her. Valhalla's doors have been closed to mortal men for some time.
Bryn is exceptionally tall, especially for a woman. Slender but extremely fit, muscular without being bulky… Sleek, like a stalking cat. She's dressed right now in mortal clothes that don't really help her fit in. Dark leather pants, a black short-sleeved t-shirt that shows off her defined biceps. Mid-calf height boots, because some things don't change.
This grim-faced, dark-skinned spectre of Loki's time in Asgard is stalking right toward the trickster God and his hole in space, lips pressed into a thin line. The fact she isn't armed means nothing. For those who can see the astral plane Brynhildr is always armed. And she doesn't look happy.
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This Loki actually doesn't remember anything recent at all, so…the retreat and dimming of the Valkeries…he doesn't recall that. His memories of her are fairly fresh, only a few years old, perhaps. He can see the shape of a tall person moving through the area, though until the shape is headed for him, clearly, he does not alter what he is doing. Finally though, he holds his hands still and turns his face to the side, "Whoever you are, " he calls, "I am busy…"
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"The All-Father sends his regards." For a second that mask of raw fury contorts to vague confusion. Then she shakes her head in brief disgust. "Your tricks will not work on me today, Loki! You've been hiding on Midgard long enough." She doesn't even slow down. Of course, Bryn does not "hurry". She takes long, purposeful strides that somehow carry her across the ground far faster than she would seem to go. No, it is with steadfast power that she walks right up to the spellcaster and lifts a gloved fist- only to stop just before swinging a punch at Loki's face.
"…What spell is this you are casting?" The Valkyrie remembers to examine the spell to try to glean its meaning. She is no enchantress but she's always had a but of a way with understanding mystical forces.
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Loki seemed to have been using his knowledge of how to slip between realms to peek into Jotunheim. When he sees who it is though, he makes a sudden snap of his hands and the hole closes. Then he raises the other, first with fingers splayed, then curls all but the first into a pointing gesture, "Now you wait! If this is about my asking Heimdal for help, it is a matter of Asgard business. The horn of the Hunt has been blown…and there is an elf missing. I am doing /good work/ here, no thanks to the rest of Asgard." That silvertongue works overtime as he tries to stave off the warrior without having to resort to anything else besides his sly lips.
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"…An Alfheimian? What are they doing on Midgard?" Appealing to Brynhildr's heroic nature. She drops her hands to her sides then and takes a deep, slow breath. "I just arrived on Midgard. You can't mean that they've called the Wild Hunt again *now*?" Red lips are pursed for a second while the Valkyrie considers this statement from Loki carefully. "It isn't about Heimdall. Heimdall makes his own decisions, and quite convincly," the woman notes absently. "I always wanted to punch you in the face," she continues.
"I held back. Because the Allfather asked, and because even if you were an annoying little git you were like a brother. I don't know what you are anymore." A pause follows and then Brynn asks. "I will no doubt regret giving you the chance to speak but what of the elf? If I can be of assistance you have my spear. For now."
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"If I have your spear, then I need my things. My things from my room on Asgard, if they still exist. 800 years ago, they were there." Loki tilts his head. "THere is a /basin/. This basin will allow me to find the elf…and perhaps /stop/ the Wild Hunt. I am Loki. I am Loki from…before. I know nothing of the Loki that caused so much trouble last year. I am a protector of my brother, Thor, and quiet servant of Asgard, regardless of whether Asgard wants me or not. All that said, if you want to punch me…then punch me, because I would rather have YOU be the last to have done so, than some Kree Avenger." He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, but even an idiot could tell he's suffering from a lack of sleep.
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Kai has partially disconnected.
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"One thing you never understood, Loki. I never wanted to punch you because I hated you. It's what we did. What we all did. We fought and rough housed and formed bonds to last a thousand years and more. A thousand, thousand years. You were never a fighter, but…" There's a pause as Brynhildr considers Loki's request a long moment and then shakes her head. Slowly. "I cannot. The Allfather would know of this and while you might not be last year's Loki-" That draws a raised brow. Bryn doesn't feel the need to voice her suspicions, "-I doubt Odin would want me to bring you anything of Asgard until we've sorted it. I'll hold off on punching you for now. But whil I will fight if it means saving our little cousin from the Hunt I can't do that for you. Not now."
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Loki makes a hissing sound at the Valkyrie, "You can leave your hands on it the entire time! I care nothing for the trinket, only that it can help me find him!" He reaches out to try to grab a bit of Brynn's arm. "We can discuss the past…yes, if you understood my view, too…but…not now. Now, I only need to focus on finding the missing. Surely, this is a threat to Asgard…"
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"What can I do for you here?" Brynn asks of Loki, tilting her head slightly as she does."I will think on this basin of yours. Perhaps consult the Allfather. But right here and now. What can I do that will help if you cannot have your trinket?" There's a pause as the Valkyrie straightens her head and takes a slow, deep breath. Loki would remember that gaze for it is as old as mankind. The deeply penetrating, almost haunting stare that Bryn sometimes has when she is judging a person. Then she states simply, "This Alfheimian. You care for him," she notes in a tone that is utterly nonjudgmental. "What is he to you? It isn't like you to be so frantic." Now Bryn is all business. Which… Actually means progress, really. She's never been one to waste time.
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Loki gives her a brief shake before he lets go of her. "NOTHING, there is nothing you can do until I can /find/ where he is. Though…you would know, certainly, if he is dead, would you not? He would go to Valhalla. There is no man so…ugh…almost frightfully /good/ as he is." Then he conjures up an image of Kai, in miniature, in his own palm. "Like this?"
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"No such elf has passed through the gates to the hallowed halls of the dead, Loki. This much I can swear to you," Brynhildr responds in a rather matter-of-fact but still fairly gentle tone, almost a whisper. "And if he were near to death I would probably knwo that as well." She takes a deep breath, pauses, and then nods slowly. "There are a few options I can think of. If you can't locate him any other way perhaps we could beseech Amora? From what I understand the Enchantress is still on Midgard. Or whomever passes for Sorcerer Supreme in this time? I will go and ask Odin what he thinks of bringing your basin here but I would not count upon a positive answer." Brynn inclines her head in acknowldgment.
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Loki wets his lips. "Now? You could go now." Innocent Loki doesn't look at all like he's up to anything. "You know as well as I do that asking /favors/ of Amora, comes at a price, but I know where she is and I will rely on her if I must."
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Too innocent, really. "You've got sme plan or trick and want me to leave," Brynhildr responds to this, scowling as she does. She shakes her head once. "No, we should rely on what we have here. What if the Allfather tells me not to return to you? Or worse, that I am to apprehend you for crimes against Asgard and bring you back under warlock's chains and lock and key?" She plants her feet and shrugs her shoulders slightly. "Amora may well be the best of the options you have available."
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"Amora…well, then, come with me to see her. That should be amusing. The only reason she does not hate every other woman is because they are not blonde. I would like to see the look on her face…seeing YOU. " Loki fakes a sly grin, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Yes I care for him, and if I /lose him/…" his eyebrows loft, "I pity the world…"
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