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[doeswhathewants]

Hail and well met, citizens of the City. I am Loki, son of Laufey and newly arrived. [A pause.] Or re-arrived as it were.

[His phone is floating under his power as Loki perches on a ledge, one leg folded under him, the other dangling. One arm is crossed over his chest, palm cradling his opposite elbow in the cup of his hand. A finger taps by the corner of his mouth] Odd, I think. How powerful these deities must be, how far their reach extends to surpress our memories of this place in our own worlds.

Or, perhaps it is some trigger spell that activates upon dismissal from this place and releases upon re-entry to The City.

Either way, I would seek to renew acquaintances if any yet remain in this place. [A somewhat sharp smile.] Even you, Karl. [Gods have long memories.]

[Ooc: I'm using some slightly older comic pics and Ed Westwick as a PB for this curse that will last both Saturday and Sunday. He will be in the full gold horns, green maile ensem. So enjoy.]

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[tangledintower]

Are you sure you don't mind?

[She's curious, yeah, but she doesn't want to pry...]

[doeswhathewants]

Not at all.

There is another version of myself running about, he ... well, I am not sure what he is about yet.

[tangledintower]

You think he's possibly trouble?

[doeswhathewants]

I do not know. It depends, I suppose. There is not much he could do to get out of here, and rattling the bars on this cage would bring forth very many consequences.

Perhaps he only wishes to rattle specific bars.

[tangledintower]

Huh. I guess that makes sense. So he's just sort of stuck like the rest of us, then.