orb ; rebirth 19

[sorcerous]

[ The orb rises and follows as Loki leaps from one tree to another, lighting on a strong branch and bracing himself with a palm against the bark.

There's quite a din of whinnying and hoofbeats in the background.

His voice is utterly calm: ]

Gretel -- sorceress. It seems my day is somewhat preoccupied. I won't be able to meet with you after all.

[ A smash of splintering wood; Loki flinches. More of a twitch, really.

He raises his eyes heavenward, in exasperation, and reaches out for the orb.

It avoids his fingers. ]

Oh, in the name of --

[ Visible, now, is a horse just a few feet below him, a brown one, enraged. Possibly familiar to some as the horse that rampaged through town earlier. And she has a little, ridiculous hat braced between her ears. ]



ooc; responses may be from Loki, and they may be from rampaging horse!Sif. Or both.

Comments

[folklorist]

[ Helios has only been here a few hours and it's something of a problem when you see someone who looks eerily like your older abusive brother making a transmission over the orbs. There is a sharp intake of breath from him. He has half a mind to not ask his question for fear of rebuttal but that horse does look like it needs assistance. He'll swallow thickly and looking away slightly as he tentatively ventures to asking: ]

Wh-what happened?

[ Pay no attention to his horribly hidden tone of mingled fear and hesitancy. He is just sort of...going to assume you're not Nero, yes, you're not otherwise there would have been words by now. Also his brother doesn't posses such strength nor is the voice the same. ]

[sorcerous]

[ An unfamiliar voice, but the tone Loki knows. He turns cool green eyes on the orb. ]

Were it any of your affair, I would have addressed you.

[folklorist]

[ Just a flinch on his end. But, no, Helios bites his lip on his end. ] I-I apologize. It's, it's not my place to-to say. Y-You just seemed to be in need of, of s-some help.

[sorcerous]

I did not ask for it.

[ Not that he would, if he actually did need it. ]

And I would not ask it of a stranger.

[ Unless he had a way to get his claws into that stranger, after. ]

[folklorist]

I-I see. I apologize then for assuming as much. [ He wouldn't mind offering his assistance. Even if the other is opposed to it...still Helios will nod on his end looking still a bit skittish and uncertain. ]

If, if you change your mind I...certainly wouldn't mind doing so. [ Except he would a little. But that's only because of eerie similarity to Nero. ]

[sorcerous]

Your name.

And what title has this place given you?

[folklorist]

Ah. H-Helios Sprensonne. A-And I'm a, um, Wizard a-apparently. They gave me a hat and robes. I-I'm still not sure how they found out I-I could use magic but, w-well... [ Oh right. Rambling again. He'll just stop now. It's very strange saying that to a person you don't know. But he's taken off the hat by now so... ]

[sorcerous]

[ A displeased hiss. ]

Then they think us equal.

[folklorist]

[ Oh dear. You sound rather displeased about that Loki. Helios winces a little at that hiss. ] I-I'm sure it's, it's not what they meant...

[ Though Helios honestly doesn't know. Still he never would paint himself better than anyone else with the same title. ] You're...a wizard as well then...hm. I-I suppose anyone c-capable of magic in their own world is, is given the title of Wizard. [ Or so he assumes. ]

[sorcerous]

Titles are not near so simple.

[ Finally, he snags the orb. ]

There.

[ The transmission goes dark.

He's off to deal with a rampaging horse now. ]