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

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He's definitely within paint flicking range. Abby doesn't look at him while she keeps dabbing at her first attempt, and it's because she's trying to hide her grin.

"... Yeah," she says eventually, leaning back and taking in the full effect of her... piece. It looks awful. Especially now that she is comparing it to the sun projected just above it. There's a clear edge of laughter in her voice. "It looks like shit, doesn't it. It's harder than I thought."

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Well, at least she's laughing about it. Loki shakes his head a little. "Here." He moves his illusion down so that it's overlapping Abby's art attempt directly. Then he makes it a little bigger. "Matchup what you can in, say, five minutes and we'll go from there."

He's so annoyed he can only maintain illusions for small bursts, now, but there's very little to be done for it.

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"Thanks."

It's really helpful, it's like colouring in now that he's done that for her. Abby smooths out the body of her sun in moments, bringing it far more circular than it ever has been, and by the time she's finished the result is at least passable for what it's supposed to be. Though somebody would be forgiven for thinking a child did it.

"That's useful magic," she comments idly, wiping her paintbrush off on the sides of the can to save every drop, "Can you make a picture of anything you want?"

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"You're welcome," comes the distracted answer. Loki has gone back to checking outside through the windows. They've been here for longer than he'd like, at this rate, but there's little to be done for it.

"Essentially. How long I can manage it depends on how complex and large it is, here; it never used to be much of a consideration." He dispels the illusion with a gesture, the sun dissipating into so much green and gold shimmer before disappearing completely. "Is there magic in the... Earth you come from?"

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Yes, it's impossible not to notice that he's jumpy.

"We're fine," Abby assures him, gathering up their things all the same to put his mind at ease. It will take too long for her to paint another sun anyway, and hers is large and loud enough to be distinctly eye-catching. They can move on.

She glances back just in time to watch the illusion glitter away into nothing. It's quite beautiful, leaving not a trace behind.

"None," she admits. She's not a smudge of yellow on her cheek from where she rubbed at her face while she was painting, "Only in stories. Never real. This is all new to me."

wow I fell OFF THE TRAIN wrt this thread, I'm sorry, lemme know if you wanna wrap it oocly

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"Mm, you say that now..." But watch, something is going to go awry. Something always goes awry with Loki's plans, even simple enough thinks like breaking into an office and painting a symbol on it's walls.

She says that she has no experience with magic, and Loki frowns as he glances back towards her. "I'd say that's unfortunate but I don't know if it is, or isn't." He shakes his head. "The world you come from hasn't sounded very pleasant, either way."