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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

A - C Akeldama Alisha Diphda Allura Baku Ben Douglass Belthazar Carl Grimes Connor

D - F Escha Malier Eithan Paine Felix Gaeta

G - I Glenn Rhee Grievous Haggar

J - M James T. Kirk (OU) James T. Kirk (AU) Kaname Bucanneer Keith Kitty Pryde Kogarasumaru Kolivan Krolia Lance Leia Organa Leilani Lavellan Libra Loki Lordon Gesh Lup Maggie Rhee Magnus Burnsides Manji Messer Ihlefeld Mikleo Mirage Farina Jenius

(last updated: 1/21/19)

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[necromanswers]

[Her first thought, upon arrival, is simply holy shit. It's beautiful, like walking freely through a colourscape of a galaxy, and she turns in a slow circle as she walks, drinking in the sight in all directions. For someone who's seen as many universes as she has, she can be hard to surprise. This place? It gets her pretty good.

Eventually she makes her way to the observatory proper, exploring the place carefully, like a museum to be examined. She doesn't notice Loki at first; her eyes are drawn initially to the hammer, reading the runes, and her fingers itch to try but she opts not to, not just yet. She's not feeling especially worthy today. Curiosity draws her instead towards the pedestal carrying the Tesseract, because hell yeah, big glowing magic item? Of course she wants to poke at it.

On the way, however, she brushes past the center pedestal, her hand gliding instinctively over the fabric of the red cape.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ the red cloak seems rather unassuming. The top is lined with a little fur and it does seem like a cloak for royalty. You get the eerie sensation of applause in your ears. Would you like to try it on? ]

[necromanswers]

[That sensation is what gives her pause, halting mid-step to glance back at it. The Tesseract still calls to her more directly - magic artifact, magic artifact - but after a second glance, she shrugs. Fuck it, why not? She grew up poor, living from shitty scrap to shitty scrap. Of course she's had a few dreams about being a rich princess. Might as well chase that feeling, even for just a minute.

With a smooth, practiced motion, as if it were her beloved old red robe, she draws the cloak away from where it hangs and drapes it over her shoulders.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Once you put it on, everything starts to melt away. there are legions of people gathered in the aisles, cheering for you, yes you, eyes bright and shiny with admiration. the applause is thunderous that it masks the beating of your heart. even your — your friends seem to smile at you, respect you as they bow in acknowledgement. and when you turn and raise your hands, it only gets louder. you summon mjolnir to your hands and raise it above your head.

and the watering in your eyes? it's only the light.

"Loki"

The name jerks you out of the scene like a snap of a rubberband. ]

[necromanswers]

Fuuuuuuck.

[The most elegant of exclamations as Lup practically rips off the cloak, depositing it on the floor in a heap. That's... weird. Super weird. She hasn't seen a crowd celebrating her existence since the godsdamned first voyage of the Starblaster, and even then it hadn't been like that. This celebration was too... singular. Too focused on her. Or him, whatever.

She liked being the center of attention just fine, but something about that felt wrong. She's not a fan of that feeling.

Rubbing her shoulders, as if that could wipe how it had felt away, she turns back towards her original target, and that's when she spots Loki. Rather than going for the Tesseract, this time she heads for him instead, eyeing him up and down before following his gaze.]

What's so interesting down there?

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki seems a little … different. Someone seems to have taken a brush to his face, because there are swathes of blue in a zig-zag pattern and one of his eyes seem to be a dark, blood red. His form seems to flicker on and off as if he’s not truly there and his voice tends to distort, like radio static. When you step onto the bridge, you can hear the siren song of the V̵̙͓̦̺͆͗̋ͩ̒ͅo͓͓̹͎̪ͪ͂ͧ̓ͨ̋͞i̭͎̹͍ͤ͊̆d͏͓͔̭̜͚, calling for your oblivion. He turns to face her. ]

There is nothing down there. That is what makes it interesting.

[necromanswers]

[Yikes. He does nooooot look good, and he sounds even worse. She frowns at him, brows furrowing, filing away every detail of... whatever this is. And whatever he is, at the moment.]

That's morbid.

[He's not... wrong, exactly, though. There's something eerily fascinating about it, and even if she doesn't like how it feels she can't help but return her gaze to it, trying to follow the immeasurable patterns of the emptiness that reaches out from below. It's fuckin' eerie is what it is.

Against her better judgement she sits down on the bridge and dangles her legs over the edge to see if anything changes. She trusts herself to be able to get away if it's unsafe.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ It gets ̗͔m͔͖̰o̰̝̠̤̮r̤̤͎̹̗̱ͅe͡ ̝̤͜d͉̭̖͙i̠s̵̺͇̪̱̮͇̰t̖̲̼̹o̥r̴͇ͅt̮̟e͞d͈̣͕̙̘̀.̲͖ ͇A̸̯̗̯s̘͞ ̭͖̞̼͎͙i̧͇f̧̫̥̲̭ ̵ḙ͔̗̦v̘̤̕e̝̟̙̠r̻͇͞y̻ ̪̘͙̲͉̥́u̡͔g̲̝͚̜̼l̴͕̞̲̩̤̤ͅy̰̼̞̜͈̬͟ͅ ͍͓̙̹̻̣t͘h͉͈̹̹͠o̙ug̝̻h̰͠t͏̥̬̠̪͖,̲̹̗̱̖̫ ̥͍e̮̱̟̘̗̪͜m̟̙͍̥o͔̬̭̲͔ͅti̵̜̣͎͍̻ǫ̺̳̗̹͇̦͇ṋ̞̹ ̨a̶̩̮̝̯n̖̹̗̮d ͇̻͕̖̳̙̫à̝̦͎̩̺͓c̀ͅt̶͉͖̜̳i͙̟̖͍̬͝on̫̠ ̫̝ͅi̯͓͙̰̣ͅs ͢ŗ̭i̼̮̟̰̦̣ͅs̤͔͙̹i̡̳̟̝̳n̺͖̹̗̲̲ͅg҉̫ ̰̕w̝̹̘͞ì̗̬t̥̯̦͉̖͙̩͟h̗̫̦ͅi̭̺̻̩ń͉̖͓̘̫͖ ̹̦͡y̱͍̘͉o̲̳̳̹̪̯ͅu͉̠̗̖,̩ ̻̦̹͞ḁ͎̼͓̠̻͠ ̮̬͞g̙͈̬͜o͔̦͘ṟ̲̳͖̮̘́g͞e͖̥ ̵̟i̼͈̯̥n͝ ̟͉̹̬͞y͔̰̺̗̣o̲ú̼̻̯͚͈̠r ̷̦̳͍̞ţ̮̳͖̭̖ͅh̭͓r̲̙̫̼̱̕ò̠̜̺̖̣̬a͉͍̖͖t͇̤̬̲̳̼̪,̬̘͈̱̱̹ͅ ͇͞p̨̱̱̼ḙ̼ͅe͇̟͉͍̫̲l̟į̝n̫̙͓g͖̫͢ ̛̬̳̼̺̘ą͕̦w̢͇̗̰͓a̖̣̯̙͉y̮͈̰̼ ̧̫̖w͉̮̯̪̠̗̱h̫̲ͅa͏̣̣̰̱t͖̖̱͕̻̪͝ͅe̬͉͎͎̹ͅv̸̳̯̩̦̱er̝͇͔͔̫̟͡ͅ ̣͎̮̺͙͉̩͟ǵ̟̰͖̳̹̖o͎͓̪͍̝̝ͅo͕͕̪̗̲d̜̗̦͉n̜̦̼͕̤̻̤͠e̺̹̙̬s̷̺̜̠̻̹͇s͈͜ ͏y͈͜o̢̤͚̼̤ͅu̙͙ m҉͙ay͕͙ ̭̭h͢a̷v͖̩̣͟e̻.͈̬̤̖̟̻ A̡̜̫͕̙̙ͅǹ̳̣̻ḍ ̜͓͠ͅt̜̰̼̜̪h҉̯̗͓e̸̜͉̦̝̲̠ͅr̤e̹’̺̹͎̰̳̣s̳͕̫̪̗̤ ̰̖͕͇͚n͓̖͚̥̩o̹̮̘͎̻͘t̰h͖̺i̘̻̱̺n̫̫̫g̹̼̻̣̬̦̞͞ ̸͇̺b͙̜͝e͔l͚̦̣͚̲͓̗o̲̲͕̗͙͠w̲̩̺̦͓̠ ͈͜y̜͍̼̮͓͞o̜̦̻u̢̳̱͚̳̺̗̭ ͏̺̯̬͔b̵u͙̦̫̲͝t̙̜̞̰̝͞ ͉á̤͖̝̞n ̹̰͈̙̟͡u̺͇̙̕t̷͍͎͉̰t͍̭̻͎̣e̸̲͖r̫̼͚̳͍͈̙l̶̲͔̳e̝̳̘̖̞͈ss̴͇̲̺͉̥̲,̶͍̘͖̼̝̠̮ ̗̖̭͙͘ͅp͞i̢̲t͙͇͕̳̗̦̠͟i͔͘l̥̗̗͙̼̦e̙̺͉̲͈̥̹s̺̝͈s̩̞̣ ͖̫̼͈̼̟͝b̨̙͚̤̘̠̺͎l̟͖̫̳̜a͍̙͇̤̟c̸̜͕k̠n̶̟͇̜̰̙̗͇ȩ͓̝̯̱s̖̣̮̟͔s.̛̬̞̻̱͇̯̜ ͙̺̲̻̳̗̕ͅY̲̥̬o̷̙̟͉ų̟͉̟ ̥̲͟ṣ̢͈͔͓̜̼l̰͉̱̹͜o̸̩̰w̙̥̖̫͕͉̠l̲͘y̺̟̜̕ ̫s͈͎̯̣t̶a̴͉͕r̬̩̳̩ͅt̶͈̘̹ͅ ͖͍ṱ͈͍̩̹͕̤͟o̜͚ͅ ̪̰l̻̗͔̻̠̯͡o̝̲̲̟̝͔̗s͕̥e̜͔̩̩͕ ̨s̡ͅe̻̯̲͖͉ͅn͉͖͞s̳͘a̢̳̗̖̞̻̫͕t̢̫̝͇̝̗̻̬i͖̟̩͡o̷͈n̛̲ ̶͇̳in҉ ̼̜͍̟͟y̱͙̱̖̥͖͞o͈̞̺u̷̥r̴̜͙̗̙̗̦̜ ̵̩̫͚h̟a͚͍̞̥̝n͔̯̩d̞s̬͡,͕͙̱̣ ̷͇͍̠̙y̛o̹̬̖ṷr̥̘̹̼̗͢ ̷̜̭̰̺̳̤f̯̪̲̼̦i̙͓̦̥ṇ̢̻̗̲͓̗͍g̘̝͎̙̪̥e͓̩͇̖͜ṛ̲̪̱̮̤͜s̬̭̲͘.̮ ̳̼̙̘Ý̰̪͇o҉̪͖͎̙u҉̰̫̫r̺͈̝̣̦͠ ̪̮̥̺̫̥͚͢b̶̺od̻̹̲̘͎̻͢y̦ ̤ḭ̴͉͎ṣ̬̯͓ ̩̠͔̥͞a͙ ͕̙̭̼͇͘m̻͎̻i͍̜c̰̗̳̝̥r̜̠̜̖o̻͚͓͟c̲̬o̧̤̖̮̩͎s͔̳̞ͅm͉,̠̩̼͉̻̺͜ ͕e̤̹a͖͉te͉̟͙̠̕n̢̮̠̭͕̗͓ͅ ͉̥͝a̻͎͔̖̬w̹͓̜a̲̝y̮͍̼.̟̝̝̟͙̤


loki watches her, impassive. ]

It is the Void. It calls for the end of all things.

[necromanswers]

[nope nope nope nope nope that is not a fun feeling

Hastily she jerks her legs back up to surface-level, hugging them against her chest with one arm as she reaches out with the other, grabbing Loki's pant leg and tugging it.]

Oooookay, how's about we go stand somewhere else for a while? I think we've had enough gloom and doom for one day. [More quietly, under her breath,] Holy shit.

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki blinks, looking at her quizzically. ]

If you want. Where would you like to go?

[necromanswers]

Anywhere but here, T-B-H.

[She lets go just long enough to push herself back to her feet, loping an arm through his and using it as leverage to try and drag him away from the edge and back towards the main building. All that interesting stuff in there is way better than the nightmare fuel of that shit.]

So, like. Not to be rude or anything, but what happened to your face?

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki continues to look quizzical. He seems younger like this, less snippy and sharp. ]

This is what I look like.

[necromanswers]

...Mmkay, if you say so.

[She scrutinizes him for a long moment, skeptical but studying, then reaches up with her free hand to poke at one of the blue marks. A light tap only, just to see what happens. For... science!]

[dothelokimotion]

[ it feels . . . cold. there are very faint raised ridges lined over his face as well. but it does nothing but leave you with a slight numb sensation. loki, for his part, does not blink. ]

What was that for?

[necromanswers]

[The chill doesn't bother her as much as it might with someone else, but cold is something she's used to. It's not just the elemental thing - elves have normal weaknesses after all - but because she's cool to the touch as well. Sort of comes with the territory of being undead.

She doesn't let her touch linger, though, snapping her fingers a few times to chase the numb feeling away. Weird. Like something's crawling out of him.]

Just... checking.

[She keeps ahold of him and continues coaxing him forward, away from that miserable edge, then points towards the center.]

So what's that thing? The big glowy dice? From a distance I thought it was your funky icebox but that's not it.

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki purses lips, glancing at it. ]

That is the Tesseract. A gem of infinite power over space. Only certain individuals can touch this and it leaves a mark.

[necromanswers]

[A mark, huh. Considering the blue on his face it's easy to make an assumption of one to the other. Still remains to be proven, of course, but it's a logical step.]

So what counts as "certain individuals"? Is it like your casket?

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki takes his time responding, giving it a lot of thought. ]

It is and it isn't. The Casket can only be handled by Frost Giants. The Stones can be handled by individuals with great power. They're too dangerous to be held by one person.

[necromanswers]

Did you hold it?

[Easiest way to know is to ask, after all.]

[dothelokimotion]

I did. I was told to fetch it back for a titan.

[ his eyes trail towards it. ]

That is not the real thing. That is simply pain.

[necromanswers]

[She follows his gaze, tentative again. Pain seems like a good descriptive for this place. Is there anything happy to be found?]

Your pain?

[Her voice is quiet.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki glances at her, unnerving before his eyes drift away, centering on mjolnir. ]

For a long time, my pain was ignored. Dismissed. So I keep it in the light. And I hide what is truly important.

[necromanswers]

[Would probably be more unnerving if she wasn't a lich or dating one for the last thirty years- creepy red eyes aren't such a fuss factor, these days. Once again, though, she looks where he does, even if it's kind of hard to parse exactly where he's focused- the center of the room? The hammer?

If that's Thor's, then maybe some sibling rivalry involved not being Mom and Dad's favourite. Hmm.

She considers these things thoughtfully for a moment, then withdraws her arm from his, offering her hand out, instead.]

Show me, then. I won't ignore it. What is it you wish people would acknowledge?

[dothelokimotion]

[ he blinks, surprised by her query. a quiet silence hangs over them. ]

Do you think I'm worthy?

[necromanswers]

...That sounds like a loaded question.

[She glances back at the hammer, her gaze casting over the text. It's meaningless to her, some sort of boast or enchantment or maybe just a legend. It's obvious that it means something to him, then.

Finally she shrugs.]

I don't know. Worthy of what, picking up a hammer? Just because it's meant for somebody else? Who's the one judging if you're worthy or not, what the hell does a hammer know about that kind of thing?