[ 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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[ 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.