Orb: 6RD

[demonsintheoven]

[[For those who may remember the state Snow was in last time she popped up, you may be pleased to note that the vacant look in her eyes is gone.

Replaced by one of panic this time.]]

It's gone... the bracelet that made it all go away, it's gone....

Dark Chyld, I--

[[She stops, eyes widening]]

It's coming.... I can--

No!

[[She covers her face with her hands, shoulders hunching in]] I don't want to see again, I don't want--

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[demonsintheoven]

Not me. Not me not me not me... [[She seemed to get stuck on the word, covering her face with her hands]]

It's coming.. coming here... tearing the world under its feet... red feet... red red red...

[thoreal]

[Well, this seems bad.] Where are you? I will come to you.

[demonsintheoven]

I don't know... it's all undone...

[thoreal]

[The Orb goes with him as he begins to move, but he's at a loss: he holds it close to his eyes, trying to discern if he can recognize anything in the image of her.]

Something there is harming you? [He doesn't understaaaaand.]

[demonsintheoven]

[[Thankfully she's not far from the castle, as it can be seen in the background. Looks like she was in some bit of green in the inner city.]]

No... no, the harm isn't here... it is but it isn't and I can see it again, I don't want to see it...

[thoreal]

A prophecy? You are an oracle? [He's leaving the castle now, and he tries to orient himself in the right direction, unhitching Mjolnir from his belt.]

[demonsintheoven]

[[a tired, bitter laugh]] Nothing I see makes sense...

[thoreal]

[Well, in about two seconds, you're gonna see a guy fly, Snow. He works out the trajectory, gives Mjolnir a good whirl, and--

--a few minutes later, he's coming down to earth a few yards away.]

[demonsintheoven]

[[She watches, utterly unfazed as he lands.

She's sitting on the grass, rubbing her wrist as if searching for something that's not there any more and has been at it enough that the skin is starting to turn red under her attentions.]]

The bolt that fell... [[her voice shakes a little]]

[thoreal]

Was me, yes. [He flashes her a smile, but mostly, he's looking around, trying to ascertain if there really is a threat here.]

[demonsintheoven]

[There is utterly no sign of one. It's about a pastoral as a scene in the capital can get. ]]

[[She stares at him a moment, rubbing at her wrist in distress]] There's too much around you... ice and bridges...

[thoreal]

[He turns back at that, tensing.] You are a seer, then.

[demonsintheoven]

Without the bracelet... [[there's an utter miserable expression on her face, her entire body slumping.]]

[thoreal]

[He goes to her, now, crouching beside her.] What is it, my lady?

[demonsintheoven]

It blinded me to everything... it was so nice... [[sighs in miserable lament]] Now my head isn't my head any more.... everyone's in it...

[thoreal]

It's missing? [He frowns -- wasn't Loki also missing an artifact? Are the two linked?] Stolen?

[demonsintheoven]

[[she nods, the action slow and tired]] It vanished.... as if undone like all the rest....

[thoreal]

The rest of what?

[demonsintheoven]

Everything... it's all falling apart...

[thoreal]

Stay with me, my lady. [His voice is gentle, but perhaps still firm.] What else has vanished?

[demonsintheoven]

[[she shakes her head, seeming increasingly lost]] I don't know... so much is already gone... it can't reach any more, it's all gone...