homecoming [open]

[sorcerous]

WHO Loki and OPEN
WHERE Around the town, along the road to the town.
WHEN Rebirth Height 17
WHAT Loki has returned D:
NOTES Let me know where you're tagging/whether he's in fox or human-ish form.

His wings tire, after a time, and he drops, lands on the ground and shifts, trotting the rest of the way.

He's in the town, noting the unusually high buildings, the long shadows, before he realizes that he never returned to human form. That he is a fox, dodging among alleys and winding through the streets.

He shifts in the shadow of a building, and his skin feels stretched tight, thin.

It takes him a long moment to remember how to walk.

And then he returns to his lodgings, empty, alone, hardly believing that it has been a bare handful of days since he left.

He does not look for Thor.

Comments

[sorcerous]

"Not really the sort of thing one forgets."

A curse, Loki thought. It must be. He tried to summon a diagnostic sort of magic to his fingertips, but it sparked, fizzled, fell flat, slammed into his mind with the force of a brick wall into tender flesh.

His skull throbbed.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura's eyes widened. He could see that go wrong...! "Hey-- hey are you all right? Is there something--"

He hesitated a moment. There should be something... something he felt like he should know how to do. What he had always done... But he couldn't remember what, just the feeling of something reaching out...

Without even realizing what he was doing, his left hand was reaching out, a faint pale glow of white healing energy forming around it, summoned by his want to help.

[sorcerous]

He pressed his palm against his forehead, and his eyes drifted to Bakura's hand, warily.

He would have taken advantage of this magic in a heartbeat. But his own weakness made him opposed to accepting any form of help.

"I have no injury," he said, soft.

[shiromadoushi]

"Eh?" Bakura blinked, following Loki's eyes before his own widened. It was doing it again... that magic he had no idea how he was using. Healing... like the White Mage he had the robes of. But without dice, without the frame work of the game... how on Earth did he use it?

Slowly, the glow faded, his hand falling back to his side. "S-- sorry..."

[sorcerous]

"You meant it in kindness." A statement that struggled its way from Loki's tongue, sullen and reluctant. "Tell me, then: is it a curse, that befell you?"

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura sighed deeply, shoulders slumping. "I'm not sure," he admitted, looking down. "But I didn't hit my head that badly... so it must have been something like that..."

[sorcerous]

Loki released the wall he'd been using as a support. Stood on his own two feet, carefully.

"Tell me what you know," he said, and he nodded toward the end of the alley. He wanted to make his way back to his lodgings.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura took the hint, starting to walk, keeping half an eye on the other in case he needed help. "It's really not much... I just... sort of woke up in the forest there. Last thing I remember before that I was back home, getting ready for school...."

[sorcerous]

"Then you forgot what happened to you here," said Loki. "And you haven't found a reason? No story, no way to rescue your lost memories?"

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura nodded, fidgeting a little with his left hand. "Nothing I could find... I'm sure it has something to do with that lake, but there wasn't anything by it when I went back to look at it again."

[sorcerous]

"Perhaps we should explore further."

The thought tires him, in part, and stirs him, in part. This place: a never-ending series of quests.

[shiromadoushi]

"You think you might have a better idea what to look for?" It was pure curiosity, touched with hopefulness. "It'd be a big help..."

[sorcerous]

"Perhaps with my eye and your... expertise on this world's methods," as Loki enunciates each word with distasteful clarity, "we may find some sort of explanation. Are you otherwise hurt?"

[shiromadoushi]

"I wouldn't call myself anything like an expert...." It would be hard for even Bakura to miss that tone. "And un, I wasn't hurt or anything. Was a lot better off than I was expecting to be, to be honest! But with how long of time lost..." he shook his head slightly. He still hadn't pinned down just how long he'd lost... but for his hand to heal like it had... it had to be quite a while. At least a year, if not two or more.