[ Fading out of existence was planned. An acceptable sacrifice, the loss of a handmaiden for the return of a hand. Fading back into existence, however, was entirely unexpected.

A bright green light disperses and the form of a young girl with alabaster skin and long black hair is left behind, looking around with squinted eyes, the only sign of confusion, or any emotion for that matter, on her face. She steps gracefully out of midair onto the rim of the fountain, where she spots the small black device and picks it up. For someone who looks so ethereal, she seems to know exactly what to do with this piece of modern technology. She holds it at arms’ length and begins recording to video. ]

I do not recognize this place. It is not London, nor is it the City of Saint Francis. It is most certainly not Broxton, Oklahoma either.

[ She looks around a moment more, before returning her attention to the camera. Having come to the only conclusion that makes any sense to her, she speaks her accusation, putting an end to one small matter, at least. ]

Loki, you have misplaced your Stark phone. Come and retrieve it.

[ She ends the transmission and sits by the fountain to wait. ]

[After darkening the hallway outside of Solomon's room so that way the sun won't hit her skin, Marishka has arrived outside his door and is looking at it curiously. Lightly, she runs her fingers over it before looking at her device.]

What person hides away in shadow like this? I have heard that he is saddened greatly and that sorrow fills his being.

[She looks at the door again.]

I wish to see this person.

[She smiles impishly at the camera then waves before opening the door to slip inside.]

If anyone is looking for a room, we seem to be rather more full of vacancies than usual. It's impossible to keep a flatmate in this place.

[He pauses, perhaps about to say something else but he changes his mind and shuts off the video.]







[ooc: Howl's bff brofrand 5eva went home. He will be sulking in his room under a mountain of blankets if anyone cares to excavate him. Just beware of green slime.]

[A month has passed since this particular device was activated. Its owner is back, however, and looks just as ready to fix the world as ever.

And as tired as ever.]

Hello?

Sorry for leaving like that. I know it wasn't my fault or anything, but still... I promise I would've left a note or something if I could've.

I got back yesterday, actually. Late. Really late. I've been meaning to say something all day, but sometimes it's easier just to stay quiet and hope that nothing's changed while I was gone. You know, pretend that no one's left. ...Has anyone left? No, don't tell me. I don't want to know yet. Just let me know if you're still here, okay?

Whoever took care of Tumbles, Little Sam, and Lucretia... thank you. I owe you cookies or something.


[ooc: Penny's back! Um. Go ahead and tell her that half of her friends went home when she was busy being dead, but do it gently?]

[ it's a good day to be Spitfire. amazing, actually. ]

[ he's alive, his feet are working, the wind is howling in his ears and the flames that seem to burst from his heels are coloring the sky red and orange. ]

[ he's holding the camera as he makes his way on top of the bank so the picture is shaky. it becomes more steady as he slows down and eventually stops to draw a breath. yeah, look at that, he's breathing. ]

[ once he faces the camera he tries to look serious but can't hide that certain glimpse of joy and euphoria that you get when you run until your lungs burn. ]

I owe you one, Sky King.