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[ Loki's skin is pale; he, once again, looks human, his eyes green, his hair dark. His fingers are restless, tapping. ] Shall we have a tale?

Here, I believe the appropriate beginning is, let's see... Once upon a time.

Once upon a time, there was a little world. It had no boundaries, but it was small enough that it needed no boundaries. More on that later, I certainly expect. This world was made by balance between order and chaos. Order created and arranged, and chaos introduced an element of randomness. Evolution. Each required the other to innovate.

But, then, Order isn't so very good at innovation, is it? Perhaps inevitable that one day Chaos would begin to dominate. The balance reels, and the world changes -- or perhaps it's that the world changes, and the balance tips. Either way, each avatar, one of order, one of chaos, are locked in eternal battle. Thorns began to spread, and so Order had to try, again, to reach beyond itself. Literally, this time.

As we stand: order reached to heroes, but could not cope with the element of instability the heroes produced. Thus, it boxed them into confined roles, shaved off the bits of them that would not fit.

Take care, heroes, for chaos would destroy everything -- but order would destroy you from within.

This is, as it stands, all I know. Let you ignorants be satisfied with that.

[ OOC: Thread between Sif and Loki below includes NSFW content. Be thyself warned. ]

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I remember.

My Role changed as well. I believe it's less Order being fickle and more that it's trying to find ways to fit us in better. Trying to settle itself.

But it is an adaptable force. I think we've proven that well enough. Which, um, at the least puts it on a slightly more even footing with chaos.

...it's also sentient, of course, on some level, but that's another concern entirely.

As is chaos. Or, at least, the forces are distilled into sentient beings who pursue one cause over another.

I have spoken with Chaos. Have you, with Order?

...I'm not entirely sure. [Once, he was, but Benu saw to fixing that before she gave him back his body.]

Under the circumstances of our meeting, though, I think she must have been on our side. Or, um, on Order's side.

Describe her.

A girl. Um, black hair. It was, um, at the party, for Sif and Alanna's destruction of that monster. W-Whatever it was.

[...] She seemed to have something of an affinity for fire.

Fire ... chaos, then. I believe you have spoken with her.

There is another woman, one who fights for balance.

Sorry, um...sh-she was on Chaos' side, then?

[...whoops.

...Giles might have amnesia, but he's not stupid. He frowns, as some pieces start to come together. To stall for time:]

S-Sorry, um, what's her name? The...th-the other one.

She's never said.

Can you describe her, at least?

[Giles suddenly finds himself with a very pressing need to talk to someone who isn't on a side. Any side. Especially not Chaos' side.]

Dark hair, but short; skin the color of wet sand. She breathes in smoke, from a little bit of wrapped paper. Tobacco, I would assume.

Tobacco, or some particularly fascinating form of local drug. [He's done drugs, before - they come in all different shapes, scents, and ingestion methods.]

Still, um, that's distinctive enough. Well, um, enough to know that I've never seen anyone like that around the place. Thanks anyway, though.