towerofanimus | 01 - That's great, it starts with a Q&A, smog and sky, a dark tower...

Characters: Loki and hopefully someone else, otherwise this log? Pretty sad.
Setting: Floor Four.
Format: I'm fine with either.
Summary: After the Q&A session, Loki is looking for things. The big one's seeing if he can spot a tree outside, but people to pepper with questions also is on the to-find list.
Warnings: Only that I like terrible puns and so if the thread ends without me finding a way to make one I'd be surprised.

He wished that one of the windows could open. Loki had even tried them all, finding no latches, no hinges, nothing which indicated that they could. If they could, for now at least the method of opening them was beyond his ken. For now. Not that Loki was sure, yet, what he'd do if they could. After all, his brother was the one who could fly, not him.

Thor...the fact that he had yet to show up worried him. Was he dead? Possibly, but that didn't worry him terribly much. Dead meant little. The reason Loki was here now, standing in a glass cage, was because his elder-self had died at least twice that he knew about and managed to come back from the dead. They all had died at some point. But missing meant more.

Like how Yggdrasil was missing. To be fair it had been given a fixed position by Thor (where was he?), and so it could simply be somewhere else on this world. But then there was Canada and the fact she found it odd...granted, on Midgard, Yggdrasil was in Oklahoma, and Loki knew that qualified as the middle of nowhere as the people of Midgard were concerned. But it was hardly subtle. Even if she hadn't seen it in person, she'd have seen a picture somehow...right?

Questions. He had no answers and many questions, such as, said in a bit of a sigh, "Is there really nothing out there besides clouds?" So far the answer to that appeared to be 'no,' and he likely was wasting his time, but still leaned against the walls for just a bit longer in the hopes of seeing something. A branch of the world tree, maybe, or birds, or maybe a bit of weather. Thunder, maybe.

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Apparently visiting the fourth floor was habit-forming. Lillet had made her way up to the impromptu viewing platform the moment her introduction to the hazardous task of window-washing was over - you'd think I'd have seen enough glass to last a lifetime - and taken up a spot a little further along from Loki.

Until the fairy had arrived, and started a conversation with him. At that point, she had let out a gasp and, a little less obtrusively, begun to send them both Looks. Was there another magician somewhere in this tower? Or perhaps the boy standing there was her summoner - why would they introduce themselves, then... Confused but curious, she listened in.

His name had a familiar sound to it, though she didn't think she'd ever heard it before. Maybe it resembled something she'd heard. "Nice to meet you. I'm Mercedes."

She didn't bother hiding a sigh. Not for his reaction to her appearance, she was becoming used to that, but more for the relief of conversation. This place was obviously weird and talking about it helped. The sigh had almost covered the noise of what could have been a gasp. Had Mercedes imagined it?

The thought of nothing but clouds and fog surrounding them sent a sick feeling to her stomach. She didn't hide that either. "I would hope. Plant-life, at least, would make this scene more amiable."

Loki heard a gasp and, while as outwardly calm as ever, inwardly flinched: had they reacted to his name, the fact Mercedes had wings, or something completely unrelated that he hadn't been paying attention to?

"Yes, it seems so barren." He glanced back out at the clouds, imagining the technicolor boughs of the World Tree...at least it would bring some color into the scenery. "Back home, Yggdrasil used to keep me up at night. I hadn't realized I'd gotten used to it until now."

"Um, excuse me," and Lillet had taken the opportunity to approach, "But are either of you from--" What, 'the world'? She didn't think her particular one had any distinctive name, other than the material plane and assorted identifiers that were incredibly useless at this point. She paused, embarassed at her ignorance, and tried again, addressing first Mercedes and then Loki, "That is, you are a fairy, aren't you? And you're a magician?"

As much as she hated to interrupt, them, the chance was too good to miss.

"Pardon?" Maybe she'd heard wrong? That was definitely it. Yggdrasil? She was very certain that she'd never met this boy before in her life. Could there be another one? No, no one could share a true name. "I'm sorry, I fear I misheard you. Could you please,"

She stopped once the other girl spoke up, and she turned to her, still looking a good bit bewildered. Mercedes nodded slowly. "I am, yes."

She didn't know about Loki but she hadn't had the best of experiences with magicians before. That meant the girl was familiar with that sort of company, right?

Was he a magician?

...good question. "I'm not a magician." Ikol had been rather blunt about him having no power, but Ikol was also far from the most trustworthy of birds. Perhaps he had been lying about this as well? It would give him something to think about, between trying to figure out what was actually going on and how to get out of the tower. "Unless you're talking about the sort of magician who does card tricks but little of real substance."

And Yggdrasil too. She couldn't keep a slight frown away at Loki's answer, but she let it shift back to her usual smile before it could give the wrong impression.

"Oh. Well, I meant someone who could use magic, but-- never mind. Sorry again for interrupting. I didn't know anyone else came from a world like mine, so..."

Babbling. That hadn't happened for a while. "I'm Lillet Blan, a magician from the Tower of the Silver Star. It's in the centre of the Dark Forest?" Hopefully that would mean something to at least one of them. Otherwise this was going to be seriously embarrassing.

Her relief that the young boy wasn't that of the magicians turned to curiosity when the girl spoke again. She was? Mercedes'd never heard of a female sorcerer. But then, who's to say things weren't different in her world. It certainly sounded like that was the case.

"Nice to meet you, Lillet," she tried to offer a smile, at least, assured that she would at least get her answers from this entire conversation gosh in good time. "I am Mercedes of Ringford."

She tugged at one of her braids, clearly confused. "I'm afraid I've never heard of such a tower. And the only forest I know is my own, which is by no means dark."

"I'm Loki. I have not heard of this tower either, nor the forest, though it might be somewhere in the nine realms that I have yet to visit." He frowned, briefly: Ringford wasn't familiar either, though based upon the name alone it sounded like it could possibly be in Europe. Which would make Mercedes a...what was the term...oh, yes, a mutant?

...it seemed unlikely. Possible, yet unlikely. "I suspect that I am alone as well, so at least you have company in your uniqueness, Lillet." And he too joined in on offering a smile, one that was cheerful and as reassuring as possible given the circumstances, and more than just a little bit fake. The lack of anyone from any of the worlds he knew was just a bit worrying.

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