closed | Busy old fool, unruly sun,

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WHO: Loki Laufeyson and Abby
WHAT: A demigod and an apocalypse survivor paint some sun motifs in a foreign town, for reasons. Shenanigans ensue.
WHEN: Mid-August
WHERE: Antiva City
NOTES: OOC info

Comments

god, good for him!

[armd]

"Yes." It's easier to answer if only because Abby's completely sure in her conviction, but it does nothing to ease her tension. "I left somebody behind."

Her person, the only person that she has left, and every day spent here doing nothing feels like time ill-spent. She should be figuring out how to get back to him. The library in the Gallows had books about magic, but none of them had information on travelling across worlds. Even if they did, she wouldn't know how to use it.

Before she's able to think twice, it bursts out of her. "Does everything back home just... go on, without us?"

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"I don't know," is Loki's honest answer, and he feels a little bad that most of what he has; he doesn't know anything for certain here, and it's very frustrating.

However: "It seems doubtful, really; for instance, I know some things about the future of someone here, things he didn't seem familiar with, though I don't know what year it was for him before he ended up here. If it is possible for two separate people to arrive from two different points on one specific timeline then it would make sense that there's a sort of... stasis effect, when a person gets pulled from their own reality into this one."

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Abby can't decide how to feel about it: pessimistic, perhaps, because wouldn't they be reassured about this upon arrival if it wasn't true? Riftwatch needs people for their fight, and it might benefit them to keep the truth of the situation a secret. Hard to focus on a war when you're dedicating your time to trying to get out of it.

On the other hand there's hope. Hope that everything is fine, and that life back home is hanging in the kind of stasis that Loki describes. It's the same kind of feeling she gets when she allows herself to consider the existence of the Fireflies, something so sweet she can hardly bare to let herself taste it just in case it isn't real.

Abby sighs, and rubs her neck. "I know which one I prefer."

But she isn't keen to discuss it any further than that. "What's the first step, for when we get there. Split up?"

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Loki would imagine those that run Riftwatch are in a strange position, wherein they can't confirm what actually happens to Rifters, and also, as Abby has surmised, they need bodies in this war.

At her question he nods. "I'll find us a place to stay while we're in town and will ask after painters in the area. We'll need to reconnect to figure out how best to get the trademaster out of his office, and sort out when makes sense for the other two locations."

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"Kids," Abby says, because she's got an idea, "I'll see if I can find a couple kids who will help us out." Who else could get around without being paid a scrap of attention to. Who else is typically annoying like no other, and good at being distracting without that coming off as suspicious. Children, every time. Low stakes enough that they're not being put in any danger, either.

"Want to take an hour or two and then meet back in the middle."

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"Street children would probably be best," he agrees. Granted, he doubts that Abby would go and find, say, a boarding school or some upper crust household and ask there.

Her plan is sound, for as thin as it is, but they're both in the same place regarding that so Loki nods again. "I'll find you."