Loki of Asgard, God of Stories. I've heard you're an authority on magic, as am I, and was wondering if you would like to have a discussion over dinner.
Actually, for a few months now I've been considering bringing together the greatest sorcerers in this hodge-podge of a realm. Nothing official, just a little club in case we need to rally together against something magical, it's more drinks as we get to know each other in a library than actual work. Have you met Doctor Stephen Strange?
He tends to do that, yes. Don't worry, this is far less formal than it sounds, more of a groupchat on our phones to alert whenever one of us is needed somewhere. Frankly, the amount of meatheads who require the finessed touch of a sorcerer is extremely high and it wouldn't hurt for us all to be aware of one another's abilities. Saves the wrong person trying to help during an emergency.
Less formal until it's required to be, in other words? [ but it's a thought she's harbored along similar lines since the events in sunset falls, especially seeing how quickly the magic there had been corrupted. ]
And is that a result of the stories you tell, Loki of Asgard?
He always has whiskey in his library, there is that consolation.
[ There was high regard there before for a fellow sorcerer but now there's a mote or two more of respect. It usually takes people being led from point A to point B until they realise how he warps reality from his words, his lies, so to have someone figure it out unprompted is ... attractive.
Which is a little weird when she has a mildly threatening air that reminds him of Amora. ]
Somehow he didn't make it around to offering the last time I was standing in it.
[ she has enough awareness to sound a little disappointed by that fact, but their conversation had been brief — mostly dedicated to taking the measure of one another — before she'd departed. ]
The real question is what can't I do. Chaos, by and large, is capable of quite a great deal of things, although some who harness dedicate themselves to a specific pursuit over others. Illusion magic, or healing and potions. I've never concentrated my strengths in any one area in particular.
I'm slightly more interested in what you would define as "curious," at the moment.
[ in other words: she doesn't align herself with just anyone sight unseen. jaskier is sort of by coincidence, and ciri... well, that's one of the sole cases in which she does believe destiny had a hand in bringing them together. ]
[ A green portal burns into being nearby, sparkling lime-bright around the edges. The room beyond looks normal by modern standards, lilac cushions on a broad brown couch, some Norse elements in the decor: it also gives off a powerful magical ward, through which there is an entrance just for her.
Loki, wearing a green hoodie and jeans, wanders into view to give a wave, hanging up the phone in his hand. ]
[ ... well, that's a more direct method of answering her than she expected, in part because typically only yennefer is the one who makes use of portals around here (at least that she knows of). fortunately, he hasn't interrupted her in a distinctly intimate state — there's every possibility she could have answered that call from the bathtub, after all, as a woman who herself is very fond of taking them.
instead, she looks over him with a distinct tilt of her head, glancing back once over her shoulder. the rest of the house is otherwise occupied; jaskier is in another room making some recording for his online channel, and ciri isn't likely getting into trouble now. ]
Leading with the portal would've made a bigger impression, you know.
Next time I'll blast in through a wall with a sword in tow, too. Dramatic effect and all that.
[ He really will.
Lips twitching up into a smile, he walks closer to the edge of the portal on his side to get a better look at her, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. The only thing about Loki that really stands out is the green in his eyes that faintly matches the glow of the magic. ]
[ that, and she's fairly certain jaskier would have a conniption if there was suddenly a god-shaped hole in the wall — not that it'd be any larger than a regular man-shaped hole, judging by the size of the person currently staring at her now with the portal opened between them.
her own style isn't necessarily as adapted to the world, but she has been forced to go shopping more than once since she arrived, and it shows — she's clad in a black wrap dress with her own choker around her neck, obsidian pendant at the hollow of her throat. ]
I suppose it depends on your definition of the word — but if by that you mean currently occupied, then no. [ she takes a step forward, in the general direction of the portal. ] Especially not if there's alcohol.
[ The property damage comment gets a wider grin, mischief alight there, before it smooths out again.
Finding himself comparing her appearance to that of the female Lokis he knows, it isn't an off-putting comparison. Intriguing, if anything. He summons a bottle of wine as he raises his hand, green sparks glittering to the floor. Loki reads the label and hums. ]
Not a terrible vintage for this realm. Ought I to summon our dinner table across the border of our neighbouring homes?
[ To an accomplished magic-user, Loki's home is saturated in magic. His apartment is a displaced pocket-dimension of his own, a place he carved out of Manhattan and keeps for himself wherever he goes. Crossing into it is certainly ... a choice. He's interested to see what she does, since she's got quite the reputation. ]
[ There is power she can perceive — but like Strange's, it's distinctly different from chaos. Meanwhile, Yennefer possesses confidence in her own abilities to determine she can handle herself should the conversation turn combative, but she doesn't anticipate Loki will want to alienate a potential ally when he can ensure the alternative for his possible club, as he'd called it.
So, without any further preamble, she steps forward, steeling herself for any potential disrupting feeling while coming through the portal itself. Sorcerer's portals, in her own sphere, are distinctly uncomfortable — so much so that Geralt insists on avoiding them whenever possible, even if it means extending his travel by days or weeks rather than what can be achieved in mere moments. ]
Anyone can be a neighbor if you're opening the door to them in this manner.
[ Chaos in Yennefer's dimension may feel different to the brand Loki is made of, but a familiar prickle starts under her palms from the moment she crosses over. Like touching the surface of a fathomless well of water. ]
I would never do it if you hadn't picked up the call, rest assured.
[ The table he summons with a wave of his hand looks like it was set at a restaurant; he swipes the menu, arching a brow as he identifies the two meals freshly set down. Has he stolen an entire dinner? Maybe, but it smells incredible and wouldn't have been cheap to buy. Tossing the menu aside, he takes out Yennefer's chair. ]
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Are you seeking a certain perspective, or is it merely an attempt to be aware of whomever the latest Confluence has brought?
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[ but she can't claim she isn't slightly interested, and maybe her tone indicates as much. ]
We've crossed paths. He's already acquired himself something of a reputation, hasn't he?
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For example, my speciality is reality-warping.
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And is that a result of the stories you tell, Loki of Asgard?
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[ There was high regard there before for a fellow sorcerer but now there's a mote or two more of respect. It usually takes people being led from point A to point B until they realise how he warps reality from his words, his lies, so to have someone figure it out unprompted is ... attractive.
Which is a little weird when she has a mildly threatening air that reminds him of Amora. ]
Yes, actually. What is it you can do, Yennefer?
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[ she has enough awareness to sound a little disappointed by that fact, but their conversation had been brief — mostly dedicated to taking the measure of one another — before she'd departed. ]
The real question is what can't I do. Chaos, by and large, is capable of quite a great deal of things, although some who harness dedicate themselves to a specific pursuit over others. Illusion magic, or healing and potions. I've never concentrated my strengths in any one area in particular.
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Chaos is one of my purviews. I think we could do rather a lot of curious things together, you and I.
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[ in other words: she doesn't align herself with just anyone sight unseen. jaskier is sort of by coincidence, and ciri... well, that's one of the sole cases in which she does believe destiny had a hand in bringing them together. ]
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I'm sure you've noticed certain places aren't entirely too friendly towards us these days.
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Loki, wearing a green hoodie and jeans, wanders into view to give a wave, hanging up the phone in his hand. ]
Helloooo.
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instead, she looks over him with a distinct tilt of her head, glancing back once over her shoulder. the rest of the house is otherwise occupied; jaskier is in another room making some recording for his online channel, and ciri isn't likely getting into trouble now. ]
Leading with the portal would've made a bigger impression, you know.
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[ He really will.
Lips twitching up into a smile, he walks closer to the edge of the portal on his side to get a better look at her, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. The only thing about Loki that really stands out is the green in his eyes that faintly matches the glow of the magic. ]
Busy?
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[ that, and she's fairly certain jaskier would have a conniption if there was suddenly a god-shaped hole in the wall — not that it'd be any larger than a regular man-shaped hole, judging by the size of the person currently staring at her now with the portal opened between them.
her own style isn't necessarily as adapted to the world, but she has been forced to go shopping more than once since she arrived, and it shows — she's clad in a black wrap dress with her own choker around her neck, obsidian pendant at the hollow of her throat. ]
I suppose it depends on your definition of the word — but if by that you mean currently occupied, then no. [ she takes a step forward, in the general direction of the portal. ] Especially not if there's alcohol.
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Finding himself comparing her appearance to that of the female Lokis he knows, it isn't an off-putting comparison. Intriguing, if anything. He summons a bottle of wine as he raises his hand, green sparks glittering to the floor. Loki reads the label and hums. ]
Not a terrible vintage for this realm. Ought I to summon our dinner table across the border of our neighbouring homes?
[ To an accomplished magic-user, Loki's home is saturated in magic. His apartment is a displaced pocket-dimension of his own, a place he carved out of Manhattan and keeps for himself wherever he goes. Crossing into it is certainly ... a choice. He's interested to see what she does, since she's got quite the reputation. ]
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[ There is power she can perceive — but like Strange's, it's distinctly different from chaos. Meanwhile, Yennefer possesses confidence in her own abilities to determine she can handle herself should the conversation turn combative, but she doesn't anticipate Loki will want to alienate a potential ally when he can ensure the alternative for his possible club, as he'd called it.
So, without any further preamble, she steps forward, steeling herself for any potential disrupting feeling while coming through the portal itself. Sorcerer's portals, in her own sphere, are distinctly uncomfortable — so much so that Geralt insists on avoiding them whenever possible, even if it means extending his travel by days or weeks rather than what can be achieved in mere moments. ]
Anyone can be a neighbor if you're opening the door to them in this manner.
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I would never do it if you hadn't picked up the call, rest assured.
[ The table he summons with a wave of his hand looks like it was set at a restaurant; he swipes the menu, arching a brow as he identifies the two meals freshly set down. Has he stolen an entire dinner? Maybe, but it smells incredible and wouldn't have been cheap to buy. Tossing the menu aside, he takes out Yennefer's chair. ]
After you.