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Who: Loki
Broadcast: Video to everyone
Action: Iskaulit
When: Now!

As I have said I would, I shall speak of magics. Or rather the basics of one particular form of magic. Attend well.

[Loki has set up the video in his gym, since it has sufficient space and mirrors.]

What mortals oft times call magic is but science of a higher sort than they have capacity to comprehend. All is but working change upon the ordered laws of the universe with strength of will and an understanding of how and what to manipulate.

Light shall be our example. [Because everyone already knows he can do illusions. This is giving nothing away, really, because knowing the mechanics of what he does won't make it less impressive.]

Light is a substance in constant flux of state. It exists simultaneously in many forms until it is directed one way or another.

[He begins to write equations in the air with light, his handwriting precise and very angular, explaining as he goes. People who are very up in their mathematics and quantum physics will be able to recognize portions describing the wave-particle duality of light, though Loki seems to be describing a great many quantum states beyond that.]

Understanding this, one might manipulate the light that exists in this room to reflect far differently, or refract in new ways.

[He goes through a series of demonstrations, first building a delicate model of a horse from light that runs, then revealing an invisible object and describing mathematically the illusion that allows light to seem to pass through something solid. Then step by step, he builds the room into a section of forest in Alfheim, which seems to stretch on into the misty distance despite the apparent dimensions of the former room.

It's quite a show, but perhaps more interesting is his expression as he works through all of this. He's genuinely enjoying himself, perhaps the most relaxed most people have ever seen him.]

And the mechanism of all of this?

[He smiles remembering the day he had been taught this by Frigga.] We are made of the same stuff as light. We must only remember and become part of it once more.

[And with that, he seems to disintegrate into green and gold miss. The video ends.

But he's around his place in the Iskaulit if anyone wishes to seek him out, or can be called upon for questions. And later? Buy him a drink at Crowley's bar.]

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[ Theon is no longer impressed by Loki's tricks--if he ever was. He's seen more than he cares for already, so watches with a blank expression, not quite understanding the mathematics of it. Who cares about that when there's a smarmy remark to be made? ]

Any light can be snuffed out.

[ The corner of his mouth turns up in a smirk, far fainter than usual. He's very clearly been run down recently, but he's doing his best to get back to his old self again, which means he still hasn't gotten over his stubbornness and learned to just...not talk to Loki. ]

Even yours.

Tired of practicing on small game, Theon? Think yourself ready for a real challenge?

[ Tired of everything, really, but that's neither here nor there. He just has to try to keep up appearances and try not to break down again. Easy enough, though his responses do seem a bit emptier than they did before. His heart isn't in it. ]

Are you meant to be the challenge?

Perhaps if you punch me hard enough, I shall spit out a piece of toast for you.

Really, Theon, it's as if you aren't even trying.

Perhaps if I punch you hard enough, you'll swallow your own tongue and relieve of us all of your voice.

[ Loki wrong about him not trying. In fact, he's trying quite hard, but he's definitely not on top of his game today. ]

You couldn't even effectively dismantle a kitchen appliance. An innocent one that never did anything to you, I ought to note. Sound and fury, signifying nothing, etcetera.

[ To be fair, he dismantled most of them. The toaster was the only one that refused to yield.

But that isn't something he should be bragging about. He had been helpless to his own explosion of thoughts and worries and that's a scenario he never wants to find himself in again. ]

Flesh yields far more easily than steel. [ He winces ever so slightly at his own words. They apply to him as well now, apparently. ] It would be your own doing. If you ever stopped talking, perhaps your tongue would be in no danger at all.

[He smiles, teeth showing.]

Just as every harm done to you is your own dessert, yes?

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