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Post by loki on Mar 2, 2016 2:09:26 GMT -5
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Post by loki on Mar 2, 2016 3:10:36 GMT -5
Location: Unknown/Will be adjusted to accommodate other player locations.
Time: Night
“Mama, you promised us a story.” A child speaks loudly over the sound of clapping and chanting. Her fellow siblings were gathered around a late night fire at a lake shoreline, with a forest on the other side. Enclosing the pit is a circle of thirty some figures. Their ages and races ranged, but they all belonged to the Norse deity who currently had his back to them.
“Did I?” Loki perked with a bundle of logs in his arms for the fire. “I don’t recall,” he lied. The lanky god approached the group to throw the timber into the flames. It caused the fire to crack and light up just as brightly as his own fire hair swirling from his scalp.
The children all scream and whip their marshmallow sticks in frustration. “Story!” Shouted a young boy. “A story with scary monsters!” “Scary! Scary!” The group rejoiced in their agreement. Loki placed his hands on his hips and shook his head.
“The last time I told a story with scary monsters, you acted like beasts for a week. You burned down the treehouse and tried to wage war against each other. It was mutiny.” He paused, “but it was amusing. Alright, fine.” The deity leaped to his spot on the rock, crouching down and throwing up his hands in an animated manner. “There once was an icy realm called Jotunheim-“
The kiddies shriek once more, stomping their feet, and throwing food. “No! New story!” They demanded. Loki snorted, “tough crowd. Okay, okay…let me see what the runes have to say about this.” The deity leaned back to search the leather pouch attached to his belt. It lied under all his pelts, in which yes, he did dress very Viking-esque in modern times. The children matched with face paint, furs, horns, and homemade Scandinavian jewelry. The Liesmith revealed the rune stones carved out of the bone of Gugalanna, an ancient Sumerian deity. His children made ‘ooo’s and ‘aww’s at the sight. He held them in his palm for all of them to see before the runes lifted. The bone pieces twirled and danced over his hand, and he wiggled his long fingers to control them. His sunset eyes turn different shades before the runes drop to the ground.
The group kicked up sand to try and get a closer look. Loki gently pushed them aside to examine, lowering himself closer. His scarred-mouth smile faded quickly and he stared. He grabs for the rune stones to try again. When it displayed the same result he became concerned. “What does it say mama?” A toddler asks curiously. Loki didn’t respond at first. He was so hypnotized by the message he hadn’t heard the question right away. He forced away his troubled emotions and displayed a softer expression.
“The runes have spoken and told me to tell you the tale of Theseus and the minotaur…” He lied once more.
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Post by Sanguine on Mar 4, 2016 18:45:37 GMT -5
Location: Cheap hotel
It’s been a couple of years since Peter’s sister passed away, leaving him in possession of this beat up old hotel. He had a difficult time managing it, he had a difficult time managing anything. He only took up the reigns for his own life when his sister died. She had a very tight leash wrapped around his neck, the man never left the basement apartment she had set up for him. Nothing but a collection of three very small rooms, the rest being a storage unit, boiler room and the likes. The man now was in his late 20s, and too damn afraid to sit at the receptionist desk for too long.
‘’Peter? …Peter? Peter! For fuck’s sake! It’s early morning, what the fuck are you on?!’’ It was a girl’s voice, banging against the desk top to pull Peter out of the high he was experiencing. That was him, almost always high but you can never find drugs on him. He rarely even drank. ‘’Sarah, do you really need to be that loud? You could have pinched me or something.’’ The terribly skinny man ran a bony hand across his face and lifted his face towards the girl, she was a regular here.
‘’I’m afraid I’ll catch whatever you have if I touch you. Anyway, give me the usual room. ‘’ The young woman seemed anxious for the answer, and there’s a reason for that. ‘’It’s 20 bucks, the usual. Except you still owe me three nights.’’
‘’Dammit, Peter you know I don’t fucking have the cash right now. Just give me the goddamn keys and I’ll get out of your face. No one else is going to take it anyway.’’ And she was right. In this unsavory part of town, this particular hotel had had a terrible murder occur in one of the rooms and the blood stains on the wall make people too uncomfortable to take it. Peter surrendered and handed her the key that had a faded out ‘13’ etched on the medallion. Sarah seemed eager to get out of sight and hide in her room- god only knows what she had done, he might not either. Peter was eager to go back into his high, he keyed down a few buttons on his computer and played some music that fueled his transition to imagination land.
As the redhead named Sarah raced up the stairs, a woman just barely evaded her while she climbed down. ‘’Ugh…’’ She rubbed her temple ‘’What’s /her/ hurry in this god forsaken early morning?’’ There was no use speaking to Peter, he was already back into his ‘High’ like a press of a button. No matter, she was hung over, and she was going to go to the kitchen in attempt to fix that, all while giving the one-night-stand upstairs in her bed the chance to regret last night and escape.
From downstairs, the basement level, came a boy. He was a fully grown man but he had a young and boyish face with his curly brown hair and big blue eyes. Right now he had machine oil on him and grime from working the downstairs boiler. A cross hung from his neck. Benjamin was his name and he carried a bucket of filth in one hand and toolbox in the other. ‘’Peter’’ He called out, but that fell onto deaf ears and he was not surprised. He only sighed and moved out to throw away the bucket and get himself cleaned up. He’ll discuss his payment later, after all; Peter looked far too cute with his glasses askew, smiling and humming absent mindedly to be disturbed for such petty things as money.
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Post by Xin on Mar 5, 2016 5:17:25 GMT -5
Soft, the squeaks of a Rat chirped as it scurried across the ground, stopped and stood on its hind legs, nose twitching as it sniffed the air. The smell of food lured it ever closer and it was off again, belly dragging along the sandy beach. Soon it would arrive at a small gathering of Children, and like an Omen of something more ominous lurking about in the shadows it made its presence known. Weaving through feet and those that had gathered there were a few murmurs of discontent and the rats presence was met with mixed reactions from the Children, the more brazen of whom attempted to capture the small creature while the others merely avoided it.
However that became increasingly difficult to do as more and more of the vermin scurried across the earth like a great black mass, writhing and squirming along the ground. They Scratched and bit anything that they came across. There was a sudden panic which overcame the children as they ran around in both confusion and an attempt at getting away from those rodents. The onslaught seemed like it would not come to an end. A high pitched squeak growing louder and louder until it covered all sound.
A single word lingered upon the air no more than a hushed whisper.'Rattenfänger'
Then there came a warning-- as if the rats themselves crying in unison. 'Beware the one in Pied. Beware the bringer of death.' Eerie, the warning was echoed several times almost as if a plea.. 'beware, beware, beware....' drawn voices turned into a low humm..and that tune carried on, and soon became a soft and warm melody produced by a flute.-- Yet that humming did not quiet. It pervaded as a low and constant murmur which only served to accompany the piece. A shrill cry filled the night air before those creatures dispersed like a rock being dropped onto the surface of water. Scattered every which way, until there was nothing left.
Nothing but the source of that soft melody standing near the edge of the camp. Pale lips pursed to the spout of a long and slender flute, The Zauberflote, ever faithful. The man was dressed in brightly colored robed, hues of red and green--- like a cape flowing behind him in the subtle breeze. A felt hat which sported a feather, and pointed shoes. Perhaps the most notable features, were not his features at all but rather three Children that stood behind him. Hear no Evil, See no Evil, Speak no Evil. The kids mimicked this expression and covered, their ears, eyes, and mouth respectively.
That tune carried long after the rats were gone, long after he pulled the flute from his lips, and would continue to ring for several moments more. Until the man lowered himself offering an elongated bow.
'At your service.'
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Post by loki on Mar 7, 2016 3:06:55 GMT -5
In the middle of the story, Loki abruptly stopped. The children fell silent and watched their mother/father carefully with wide eyes. They knew better than to question. Something wasn’t right and they felt the ghastly energy in the air. It started with a rat and then another, but it wasn’t the source of the dreadful presence. The Norse god had his gaze locked on something in the shadows of the forest. He doesn’t blink. He doesn’t breathe. He only watched the darkness. The children on the other hand weren’t pleased with the flood of rats and their ominous message. They had tried to catch the gloomy rodents or stomp them to death with their bare feet. They did scream, but it wasn’t out of fear. It was a war cry and the children picked up their sticks to beat at the creatures for overtaking their bonfire. These weren’t just any children after all. They were little beasts of the ancient deity and Loki had taught them to protect themselves. The toddlers however were nervous and made their way to hide behind their mother, sneaking under his lush fur cloak. “I know that music…” Loki narrowed his sunset eyes. “I haven’t heard it in a very long time…but familiar none the less.” He rose his hand to stop the group of youngsters. They stopped fighting and allowed the Liesmith to approach the being of old folklore by parting and creating a path. “Raffenfanger von Hameln, indeed. The Pied Piper of Hamelin, the Rat-Catcher, the Pan Piper…the harbinger of disease and death. I remember you from Germany in the 12th century. There was a lot of controversy on whether you were the one who led the rats out of town or brought the plague with you. Are you planning to drown my children? Are you gifting me with illness? Or do you simply plan to play me music with that pipe of yours?” He pursed his scarred mouth, giving a suspicious expression. “So what is it, hm? Why do you grace my family and I with your company?” The god never cared much for the folklore creatures. He was old and being as ancient as he is, he has met many. Though he did prefer most of them over the gods, especially the Aztec ones.
  Unbeknownst to Sarah, the girl was being watched over for all the right and wrong reason. She was a regular to the hotel next door, to an equally shady bar named “Bad Charlie’s”. It was own and operated by a man with no surprise, named Charlie. The place was a hole in the wall in a dangerous part of town. It was specifically remembered for the neon red signs and devil logo. The secret of the devil figure used on the sign was that it was an old friend of Charlie’s from New Orleans named Billie…but that is a story for another time. Charlie had taken a great deal of interest in the young red head. She almost always arrived to the cheap hotel alone. He wasn’t certain if she was a drug addict or prostitute, but an alcoholic was ruled out early on as she never entered his bar. She was too young to be alone in the city. This is why Charlie kept an eye on her, especially when he smoked his cigarettes outside the iron barred windows. Tonight was like any other when he watched her enter toward the lobby. However, it was another figure that was tagging along that really stood out. Charlie straightened himself against the side of the building to watch. When the unknown man stepped into the light, he appeared to be a lanky, goth, shifty-looking individual. The bar owner slowly walked across the parking lot, not making himself noticed as he followed. The devious madman was named Ashley and he slipped in through the side door of the hotel. Charlie approached seconds later, trying the door out that was broken and unlocked. He slipped inside and silently moved with Ashley as the lunatic was heading for Sarah. As she was using the key to enter her room, he rushed up behind her. Before he could lay his outstretched hand on the girl, Ashley didn’t know what hit him. Suddenly it went black and Charlie had swung his fist so hard at the man’s head that it knocked him unconscious instantly. Ashley thumped loudly against the wall and slid down against the hall floor. Charlie’s knuckles were red with blood and he lifted his gaze to Sarah. “Is he with you?” |
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Post by Sanguine on Mar 7, 2016 4:24:27 GMT -5
![]() ![]()  Although Amara practically lived in Peter’s hotel, having a room she’s been in for months to the point she’s even bought furniture for it. All of that, and you’d still find her at Charlie’s far more than the hotel. On some weeks, she doesn’t go further than this block since it has everything she needs; Sex, a bed for sex, booze. The redhead was a fidgety young woman, always glancing back her shoulder. Lip chewing anxious habits give her chipped and busted red lips. Her overall appearance is that of someone who just came out of a fight-all the time. Ripped and ragged sweaters and coats with damaged boots. Her skin was damaged too, pale, battered, bruised, and scarred. For someone who could kill without getting her hands dirty, she sure enjoyed a fist fight and getting bloodied. Not an alcoholic but a chronic smoker, always smelling like blood and cheap cigarettes. ‘’God damn it! Damn it all!’’ Sarah shoved her keys into the wood below the keyhole and slammed her other hand onto the door which opened as it was never locked. She wasn’t high, simply too sleep deprived to find the keyhole. Sunset colored eyes peered out of the dark caves that were her sockets, catching glimpse of a shadow. Her hand was wrapped around a pitch black knife that moments ago didn’t exist, her eyes shifting from the knocked out Ashley to Charlie. Not a clue to what had just happened and which one meant harm; The sleeping goth with a bleeding head or the man with blood on his fist that towered above her 5’10 self. Her breath was hasty and mind rushing with escape plans. Why? Because it wouldn’t surprise her that someone wants her dead. ‘’I don’t think he’s with anyone anymore…. You’re Charlie…the bar owner. What do you want? Why are you here? Who’s he and why did you do that?’’ She took a step back in order to keep a safe distance between them.The hotel room door opened further, showing off the terribly cluttered and messy room that is hers. A careful side step and momentary glance towards Ashley, as if she was facing a dangerous beast but really she was feeling like a cornered prey. She recognized that face, those pale exotic features of the lanky pile of unconscious limbs. A few people want him dead, did he found out she was going to come after him? Doesn't matter, now that he's hand delivered to her, her job will be much easier. The girl had become an expert at bullshitting pulling things out of her pockets like some sort of reverse magician, when in truth she was creating them. Like just now where she pulled out black, matte handcuffs from her jacket pocket and then proceeded to cuff Ashley's hands behind his back. |
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Post by Xin on Mar 7, 2016 21:35:24 GMT -5
If Loki knew that melody as he claimed then he would know the power it possessed to tug on the hearts of men and beasts alike, he would know the potential risks of letting it be played unhindered. The deep secret behind those melodious notes. Something dark, Something hidden behind those tones, an archaic spirit which remained dormant as if under the Piper's spell. Though in this case it was without intent -- if only to drive away the creatures that had previously been there. Head remained dipped forward allowing white locks of hair to drip towards the ground.
'I do not come to cause grief, M'lord, but rather spare you from it. I do not come to take but to give. Do not believe the lies spun from the lips of vermin. But..' he paused. 'Do not abandon them entirely.' For behind every myth there was truth, however elusive and fragile that may be. The male's voice was smooth and warm like silk as one expected from any minstrel and he spoke in an almost sing song manner which seemed to mask whatever intentions he may have had. Though despite the tales it seemed that the deity was giving the male a chance to speak for himself.
Slowly, he rose to his full height and though he was not incredibly tall -- he was thin, and those robes seemed baggy in compared to his lithe frame. The soft jingling of bells resounds with each subtle movement. Silver hues slowly scanned over those that had gathered there. Lips curling slightly hinting the faintest of smiles, though it was a sad and lonely smile. 'Will you not invite me to share in the warmth of your fire... will you not be entertained? Payment enough for ridding you of your pests.'
Loki was correct in being wary for they possessed great and terribly power. Though like most creatures of lore they were bound to their own set of rules that seemed unique from one to the other. The being stood at the edge of the circle as if there was something holding him back.
He turned then to -his- children who then lowered their hands revealing that their eyes and mouth had been sewn shut respectively. They seemed to almost glow under the pale moonlight and were strangely pale. A long and slender hand comes to rest upon the head of the nearest child. 'Run along now.' While ruffling the boys hair, and in another instant they were gone. Wayward souls.
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Post by Hatter on Mar 9, 2016 20:09:04 GMT -5
Charlie was surprised when Sarah knew him, not just visually but by name. Then again, being that his establishment was a few yards away probably brought up conversations in the hotel. Such as the obscene drunks that stumble over looking for a room. “Yes,” He glanced down at the unconscious man. “I was smoking when I saw him follow you in here…” He wasn’t sure if that would come across as portraying a knight in shining armor or a stalker. “I don’t know who he is, I just had a really bad feeling with the way he came up on you like that. I’ve been in a number of bar fights in my day, as you can imagine. A man has a look about him when he is about to do something he’ll later regret.”
The bar owner moved to pull out his cell phone, but he wasn’t quick to dial 911. He thought about his jail time and the crimes he committed; such as bank robberies and theft in his early years. The police in this town never cared much for Charlie and he never cared for them. He lowered the phone, exhaling deeply. Maybe there was a different way to handle this. After all, Charlie was somewhat curious as to what the man was doing in the first place.
His gaze quickly lifted to the open room. Clearly Sarah was living here and he rose his brow in curiosity. Obviously there was a backstory here, but he said nothing. None of that was as important as the handcuffs Sarah was attempting to put on Ashley. “Is that to restrain him until the cops get here? Hey-“ Charlie saw Ashley move when she pulled his arms back.
Abruptly there is strength in his limbs and he quickly yanked his grip away. Ashley jumped to his feet, dizzy but determined to run. He didn’t run down the hallway like one might expect. Instead he felt cornered and rushed inside the hotel room. He ran to the window to open it, but found it nailed shut. The only alternative was to find another which he assumed would be in the bathroom and he assumed poorly. He shut and locked the door just before Charlie or Sarah could grab him and he waited inside. He wasn’t sure what to do, but he was never really a guy with a plan. He just knew he was trapped and bleeding from his skull.
Loki was uncertain at first, but then the Piper made him laugh. It wasn’t uncommon for the deity to have such mood swings. It showed when his expression of distrust shifted to a humored smile unexpectedly. He couldn’t help it though. The man was terribly funny! Unintentionally funny. “You’ve entertained me already! You warn me of lies! That is so sweet of you! I would know nothing of the manner.” Loki approached, “Though I wonder if you caught the memo? I am no longer a god of lies but a god of fertility. As you can see, I am doing alright for myself. Look at my doll-faced children. Aren’t they lovely? I breed rather well, I know. The hard part is shedding my old persona to become something new. I might be the first god to try and I’m ready for that challenge. God of lies? Thing of the past. So yesterday, what a bore. Though I’ll always be a god of fire.” He waved his index finger. “No one can take that away from me. Now-now, what was it? You asked if you can join us.” He shook his head, clasping his bony hands together. “…That would be a no, I’m sorry dear. But before I get your feathers ruffled, know that I plan to join you instead. You see, I am a very protective mother and I might have some apprehension letting you around my children. You bring rats to interrupt my peaceful bonfire and upset my family with ominous warnings, a history of death, and children who you may or may not have stitched up. Mm.”
The Trickster steps out of his own circle to stand in front of Pan. Loki was also very thin, but much taller than the folk lore piper. He did hunch over often, bringing his size down slightly and less intimidating. His thin lips were still stuck in their scarred smile and his eyes burned like embers. At times he might seem like a wise, old man with his slow mannerisms and crow’s feet. Other times he seems young and full of energy, almost as if it simply depended on the lighting or angle. All the while his hair would flap against the wind as it was fire and it always waved from his scalp. “Come now, tell me more about what you wish to give me and what service you are offering.” Loki planned to lead the piper away from his children and into the forest so they can head out safety. He wasn’t overly concerned for himself. Not that he didn’t anticipate the piper to be weak, but because he felt that if Pan was delaying a fight it was for a good reason. Loki didn’t mind. He likes chats. He’s a chatty guy and such. Not to mention he enjoys the wilderness, especially at night. “The stars aren’t as visibly lovely as they once were,” He pointed out, “The mortals pollute the air, as you know. I am not all that concerned however, they’ll fix it in time. It will be then that the galaxy returns to being just as bright as it was from here, if not more. Maybe like it was in Asgard. I know they will fix it because the mortals do learn from their mistakes. They’re children, hm? Figuring out right from wrong…slowly but surely.”
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Post by Sanguine on Mar 10, 2016 1:44:15 GMT -5
‘’If you saw him while you were smoking…’’ Suspicion in her voice, she was always suspicious of every single thing and right now, she felt like he was hiding something. ‘’Then you must have only seen him on this street. How did you know he was following me and not just here for the hotel?’’ By now she had pulled out the handcuffs but standing in front of Charlie making intense eye contact, like she was looking for something. The knife she had had earlier had vanished. When he made his comment about the cops, she shrugged the answer and continued on speaking ‘’The only way you could have known that he was following me specifically was that to follow him into the hotel and see him pass reception by and go up the stairs after me. Is it all really just because he has a look about him? You asked me if he was with me, you had no way to be certain but you still went to the extreme measure of punching his skull in.’’ Her question was ‘What are you not telling?’ but she wasn’t going to ask it, she would let him do with it as he pleased.
As she tried to slip the cuffs around Ashley’s bony wrists, he made his escape which came so sudden to her that it threw her to the wall where he was laying moments ago. The woman scurried to her feet quickly, and followed the goth inside the bedroom. Her plan involved killing Ashley and that meant witnesses are a hindrance; Charlie needs to go away. Her lousy backpack was dropped in the hallway when she made her way inside the room and slammed the door shut after herself so Charlie wouldn’t follow. Except the door did not click shut, it was broken and so as soon as she released her grip on it, it swung open again.
By now Ashley had locked himself up inside the bathroom. It had a yellow tub that was once upon a year white, no shower curtain and a bunch of clothes hung to dry. The window had been nailed shut to prevent teenagers from snooping around in the ‘Haunted murder room’ but also to prevent the sun from reaching Sarah who has an odd sleeping schedule. The room had plenty books but no bookshelf, a garbage can filled with burned papers and cigarette butts, dirty clothes laying around and take out remains. The most distinct feature was a blood spatter stain on a wall that she made no effort to conceal.
‘’Ashley… Calm down, please. You’re hurt, you slipped against the steps and banged your head to the stairs pretty hard. I was just trying to help you. I’m going to open the door now so stay calm so I can help you, alright?’’ The cuffs of course had vanished and so there was no evidence that she was actually trying to cuff him. Sarah gripped the door handle of the bathroom, there was the low sound of clicks as the lock came undone and shifted back. ‘’1…’’ The handle shifted just enough to give him warning ‘’2…’’ the door opened but she didn’t swing it open, not until she said ‘’3.’’ The door slowly swung open and she peered inside, her hands visible. ‘’Are you okay?’’
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Post by Xin on Mar 10, 2016 21:11:03 GMT -5
Loki was met with discerning eyes as the deity slowly approached the edge of the circle, those bright silver orbs seeming to glow in the darkness. The faces of those children reflected upon them, as he looked over each of their faces once the male mentioned their 'doll-like features.' The piper did not comment on this however merely allowing the other to finish his monologue before stepping past his own circle to join him.
Those eyes seemed to flash faintly-- displeased -- by Loki's suggestion, though his face remained stoic and expressionless and his attention was once more brought to the man before him. Chin tipping upward slightly and their eyes met and though the other individual hunched he appeared taller still. There were no signs of wear or age on his own face, almost as if it had been made of glass almost as if he lived outside the boundaries of time. Slowly, the Piper stepped aside allowing the male to lead him off into the denseness of the surrounding woods. He knew the others intent-- and it was not without reasons.
One-hundred-and-Thirty were number of lives lost that day... All children. Regardless of weather of not it Pan was the cause of it. Misfortune was known to linger by his side. Like the elongated shadow that followed in his steps.
After a while, and that small encampment was far removed from the effects of that dreaded music. The piper finally came to a halt, standing at the center of a clearing. The moon loomed high overhead-- silently gazing over them. He looked up at the stars, which were indeed not as crisp as they once were though, the Piper did not come to talk about the trivialities of men. 'Sometimes, they just need to be shown the way.' Lips curl upward, smiling at the dark allusion, though his expression was quick to change as he turned to face Loki once more.
"Worry not fair King, for when you find yourself adrift the River Styx it will be my music that guides you, but that will not be this day. For all things born must one day return to soil, even death will parish. When the cosmos ends and the last living entity known to existence breaths their final, Death will soon follow."
It was not a threat or even a promise-- just a statement of what is and what is to be. Zauberflote pressed to lips once more. Toot, he breathed a soft note which seemed to carry on into distance, though it was hallow and unsatisfied.
'I'm afraid I have not much to offer -- save for song and dance for you and your children that you have so graciously declined .-- But a warning to you I offer. And a tale for you I share. One rat spared , River Wesser. Ratten Konig. That creature the very same.' He paused a moment as if collecting his thoughts allowing that tune -- to continue to fill the air.
'You have Something it wants, Something that will tip the scales in his favor and free him from his cage. It will return -- unless you allow me to drive it from these lands-- you have already been marked with the sign of the rat return to your Children and see if to be true.' He paused, searching the others face for a clue-- as to what this mythical something could be or even if it existed in the first place.
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Post by Hatter on Mar 12, 2016 3:08:36 GMT -5
Loki frowned deeply. His luminous gaze fell from the sky to the piper once more. He wasn’t thrilled with his grim position on the universe. The deity didn’t believe in what Pan warned and he was quick to voice his own views of the cosmos. “You tell me not to worry and yet you attempt to worry me. I have been to the River Styx and to the depths of Hell, but I do not belong to that underworld or any for that matter. So it wouldn’t be this day and it never will be any day, for you see I simply reincarnate over and over again. That is because when there is death there is also life. It’s an infinite circle with no end. I know this personally because I had destroyed the tree of life as I was destined to. Once the Ragnarok was completed, it didn’t end. I came back and the destruction created many new realms, such as this one. I am freed of any fate now and I will create my own destiny." He snorted, "I don’t believe in anything final. I think you’ve been hanging around the four horsemen too long with that kind of talk.” The god waved his hand dismissively.
He kept moving through the forest, searching about. Once in a while he would crouch down to gather plant leaves in his palm. He’d smell them, inspect, and then stuff them into the leather pouch at his side. Loki would even dig at the dirt, plucking up stones and gems he found value in. “Mm…” The Liesmith made a sound in response. “I am not certain my family would have wanted your song and dance. It doesn’t sound very joyous.” Loki found a suitable walking stick, checking it over. When he found himself satisfied with it, he used it to lean against. He kept smiling toward the piper, even with his warnings. He had no idea what he was carrying on about. At this point he found the creature completely mad. Well, sometimes crazy was better company as they were more entertaining. “Do you enjoy stew?” Loki changed the subject. Her didn’t like the way the creature brought up his children so much. The Norse god led him to a wooden shack that seemed to appear out of nowhere and yet it was so overgrown with plants that it must have been here a long time.
Loki pushed open the wooden door and placed his new walking stick beside the other ones against the inner wall. He goes over to the warm fire and there hung an iron kettle above it. He starts throwing herbs and vegetables into the pot. “I suppose I didn’t fully decline your song and dance, now that I think about it. Not completely. I wouldn’t mind a show, if you’d still like to perform and such.” He gestured for the piper to do his ‘thing’ if he wanted. He was sure that whatever he did would be just as unusual as the man himself.
Charlie shifted when the intense gaze was on him. He lowered his head, trying to choose his next words carefully. “You’re a young, pretty girl in a very dirty, ugly town. You’ve been by yourself and living next door to me. I’ve been keeping an eye on you because I was concerned.” He grunted, unable to make eye contact now. There was a hidden reason behind his motives and it wasn’t exactly what Sarah might have thought. “I had a daughter once. She would have been your age by now...” Charlie said no more. It was clear that she reminded him of his late child and he was compelled to watch over her.
He was surprised by Sarah’s behavior. Not only was she trying to calmly coax the madman out of the bathroom, but she knew his name. Charlie was abruptly embarrassed. He realized that the man must have been a boyfriend or ex that she hadn’t mentioned before. She knew him somehow and it showed in the way she tried to help Ashley, rather than call the police or go to the front desk for assistance. Charlie knew when he was no longer needed. He reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet and leave her a few twenties on the dresser. Then he’d quietly head down the hallway.
Ashley went through several stages during the count down. “One” he pushed his body weight against the door to keep it closed. “Two” he held up his knife, ready to stab her when she entered. “Three” Ashley was hiding in the bathtub, using the curtain to blanket him…as if Sarah wouldn’t find him. “You don’t think I don’t know who you are?” He muttered in his very deep sounding voice. Maybe he was after her because Sarah was hunting him down. He peeked out from under the curtain. “You are the one from my dreams…” If she got any closer, Ashley pulled back and tensed. He stared suspiciously.
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Post by Sanguine on Mar 12, 2016 15:23:15 GMT -5
‘’Do you know what makes this a dirty, ugly town?’’ The words hung in the air, drifting along the smell of blood that came from her. Something she gave up on washing off. Finally, her voice lost its sharp edge and she dropped her gaze from his eyes, which was hard to keep with his height and all. ‘’Look, people look alike. I really have enough on my plate already without having to worry about being watched. So let me worry about me. ‘’
Her whole body language changed, from the slumped shoulders, careful footings and stooped head one would use to approach a frightened cat, to a straight back and alert position of a hunter. So that’s why he was here; Lunch on them before they dine on you. But when she opened the door and saw the ridiculous way he chose to hide himself from her, she relaxed once more. That and the fact he said he had dreamt of her…
‘’And what did I do in your dreams?’’ A softly carried out voice, she didn’t want him panicking any more than he already was. Sarah dealt with her kills as conveniently as possible. Employer wants to send a message, she’ll send a message, employer wants it done peacefully, quietly or violently and she would have it done. She would have been a rich assassin if she wasn’t so rebellious, what’s convenient to her wasn’t always convenient to the employers.
Amara was up the stairs, she was headed to her room to get properly cleaned up and head over to Charlie’s. ‘’Charlie? What are you doing here?’’ It was a pleasant welcome, of course she would like Charlie. That until she noticed Sarah’s door open and him being the only one around it, that’s when her expression changed. What did he want with someone like her? ‘’What are you doing here?’’ The question was far less pleasant and more curious.
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Post by Xin on Mar 12, 2016 17:12:58 GMT -5
"I have stood at the precipices of the abyss gazed into the void and was blinded by it. My breath stolen in awe and left mute. A vast and empty ocean of deafening silence, there was no sound there was no Joy. . . I stand there now as we speak-- drawn -- as were the rats drawn to my music before they drowned. As was the universe born so too will it end. Eternity is a myth-- at least in the realm of Men-- The only true eternity is the eternal suffering of the damned. It's not something that can be avoided simply because you believe it to be so. When the planets are destroyed what then? Will you reincarnate in the vacuum of space? Will you float for the rest of your existence where no song or sound can reach you? Nothing remaining for you to gaze upon not even stars? Forced to live a lonely existence with nothing but your memories." What then was the reason for him being here, why did he offer to help Loki if he believed in the path of their futile pointless existence? His face was Grim as he seemed to contemplate his own destiny, as if attempting to place the reason for his being.
He sighed finally, revealing a hint of emotions, that were not previously there. A nameless man of Lore. There was something dark within that stare-- a presence that was not entirely his own-- but rather something that crept just below the surface, an awakening of some kind as the being continued to speak those dark thoughts. And Loki would be able to feel it an Archaic Beast which threatened, which begged to be released. Though just before it was about to burst, it fell quiet once more. And those silver hues glimmered softly in the pale of the moon, coming to rest upon Loki once more at the mention of song and while he preferred to play for an audience-- it was an offer that he could not refused, and it seemed to quell the creature with a certain calmness. They watched Loki as he went about nature, seeming not as some deity of destruction but rather it's protector. Head tipped an acute angle causing those fibers to slant across his porcelain face, and he drew in a deep breath attempting to contain the darkness within.
'Forgive me for I speak out of turn...' he sighed softly, biting his lower lip looking as if he wanted to say more, and lowered his gaze to now quivering hands.. What was that? 'I did not come for talks of doom and gloom. And would be honored to play for you.' -clap- he smacked his own cheek causing unusually pale skin to redden. 'I will play for you if you will still have me.. I will dine with you if you do not tire of my presences. ' And with that he followed the Smith of Lies, proclaimed the Deity of Fertility, to the humble shack until he was led inside.
And the man no doubt put on a show unlike before ever seen. lips pursing against the spout of that flute breathing a slightly more uplifting tune. Flames sparked from the end of the pipe and they danced upon the air, painting an image of a town and the Piper recanted his tale, a story that Loki was well aware of, though it was spun and woven immaculately by the Piper his words soothing, accented by that soft melody. Flames danced and twirled painting the scene of the town and its people. He offered a different rendition however, one in which he was the savior of the town and one in which he led the children to Koppelberg Hill and devoured their souls. Though the spirit of these stories were vastly different from his previous verse. Meant to entertain, meant to teach a lesson as was common with Folklore.
The truth for the listeners to decide[or in this case the one]. The Pied Piper was often viewed in two different lights, one as an image of life and the other of death -- and for all the tales that pointed to destruction-- there was only one in which he was viewed positively. Once he had finished his tale the flute was lowered; seeming as if somehow rejuvenated, eyes peeped open appearing more bright more clear and he gazed upon his audience.
'Perhaps you are in need more time to ponder my words..' Slowly he approached and offered The Zauberflote, though the long and slender flute was not its true form, it was incomplete. It's true form took the shape of the Bladder Pipe, the instrument of Death, which The Piper kept within, the sources of that consistent drum that was present when Rattenfanger first appeared. The song that guides lost souls to the underworld.
'Take this, for Ratten-König will return. Play it and I will heed the call. Or perhaps you will simply subdue the beast yourself.' That was a possibility.
The Rat-King would return. This he was sure. Asgardian's always had Their Hammers, Their Staves, and Their Forks.. Surely there was something that Loki kept.. Something the Rate coveted.
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Post by Hatter on Mar 22, 2016 0:00:10 GMT -5
Charlie was bitter. It was harder than he thought to have Sarah deny him. It was played out in his mind much differently. What made it worse was that her attitude and mannerisms reflected his late daughter so well that it was like an echo of her former self. Charlie wanted to linger, but it wasn’t the first time he confused someone for her. His daughter’s body was never found and even though everyone had told him that she was dead, it was always hard for him to accept. There was a funeral held with an empty casket and all the evidence pointed to the missing person to be deceased. It was a twisted sort of pain to never know for sure, how, or why. Death was terrible enough and it was all the worse when he couldn’t properly say goodbye to his own child. Hope was still held deep, deep down that would rise up once in an again. It was an ugly and caused him to make rash decisions, especially when he was drinking. So when he left the girl’s motel room, he waited until he was far enough away to grab at something and chuck it with all his might. The object was a random vase and it broke opposite of the wall from the staircase.
Upon hearing Amara’s familiar voice, he looked to her in his shame and broken glass. “It’s nothing,” he lit a cigarette between his lips. “I should get back to the bar before some drunk burns it down,” Charlie moved to walk away before realizing it was the wrong direction and heads in another. He seemed lost or distraught, but Amara would probably know Charlie well enough that he’d never hurt anyone of the female gender. He wouldn’t ever approach anyone romantically that young either. It didn’t mean he didn’t try to take young people in because of his loss and then get hurt over the whole situation. So there wouldn’t be any ill intent from Charlie leaving from Sarah’s room other than involving himself in someone else’s business to /save/ them when they don’t wish to be saved. “I’ll pay for the vase-“ He rambled, staggering for the door.
Ashley lifted his head and peeked out the corner of his eye. He didn’t need to look at her to know where she stood. Her footsteps patted closer and her voice slightly louder. He leaned back calmly like he might beg or whimper to her, but his next move was abrupt. Ashley jumped up out of the bathtub to grab Sarah by the neck and the back of her head. His mood changed from being frightened to something very scary. His eyes were wide and wild. He had produced a knife and held it toward her throat if she hadn’t stopped him. “I dreamt that you wanted to kill me. Why would you want to kill me?! Why! Why! WHY?!” Ashley screamed, trying to pin her against a nearby wall.
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Post by loki on Mar 22, 2016 0:26:54 GMT -5
Loki too became grim. He was no longer amused by the piper’s madness. The man was dark and the Trickster didn’t find it all funny anymore. He stared at him from his kettle with his glowing, orange-red eyes. He was quiet and it caused not only the home to be equally silent, but the forest surrounding it. Briefly there was no birds chirping, no crickets, wind, trees creaking, so on and so forth. There was only Pan and his omen. The Norse God was expressionless, cold, and insulted. The piper slighted his intelligence, age, beliefs, and his own universe experiences. If the folklore creature wasn’t insane, then he would realize how disrespectful he was and Loki wouldn’t accept such belittlement in his own home. He didn’t think himself above the creature, but he certainly didn’t find Pan above him either.
The deity narrowed his eyes, “…and yet you talk about doom and gloom.” He tightened his thin, scarred lips. When the piper seemed to become humbler and kind, Loki finally seemed to relax himself. “As you were then…” Loki lowered his gaze and went to stirring the pot in front of him. He scooped out some of the contents into two wooden bowls, placing the soup on the table. He took a seat and watched the creature perform. He placed his hands in his lap and leaned back in his chair. The more the Pied Piper played, the more Loki found himself uneasy. The whole thing made him uncomfortable and he wasn’t sure how to take it. Out of sheer kind-heartedness, Loki applauded him. It was a kindness he doesn’t hold for all, but Loki had changed over the centuries to become a patient and more compassionate individual to most.
Loki was surprised when the creature didn’t join him to eat. He then appeared both angry and disturbed when the Zauberflote was offered to him. It caused the deity to jump to his feet and push the chair back as he stood. He leaned away from the flute as it was brought closer, like he was avoiding the plague itself. Finally, he’d put the table between himself and the creature. “I have lived a very long time and I’ve managed to avoid any trouble. Why now do you try to offer me that and why do you believe there is someone after me? That is a very important instrument to you, no? It would be as though I offered you Mjolnir just because I felt like it.”
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