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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)

Comments

[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?

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki shakes his head. ]

If it cannot be answered, then it cannot be lifted.

[necromanswers]

Well, if you're asking me, then yeah, you're worthy. Why wouldn't you be?

[She doubts her word on the subject would ever matter, because she thinks the whole restriction is kind of dumb, but this place can't dictate her thoughts, so fuck it.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ if he has any doubts, loki doesn't show it. instead he gestures to mjolnir. ]

Give it a try.

[necromanswers]

[Tch... getting a straight answer out of him is harder than pulling teeth. She's still against this whole concept, so as an act of rebellion instead of grabbing the hammer with her hands, she marches over and lifts her foot to slam it against the side with all her might, trying to knock it off the pedestal.

Sorry, Thor, but your hammer has dumb rules attached to it.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ and it . . . budges. only a little, but it is enough to bring a change to the room. the light dims until everything is pitch black. except.

except the stars come alive. bright sparks that spin wildly to create the scenes you see before you. they seem to form images out of starlight, akin to the flicker of a camera reel, but the light, the light sinks into your skin like a breath of fresh air. electrifying, golden and so full of . . .






. . . full of . . .



it's overwhelming, this singular thought, free of all doubt, all pain, all suffering. untinged, untouched, pure.

eventually, the light comes back to the observatory. ]