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No

[ikols]

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

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[ He gives up on texting, hates the way his thumbs shake extra letters into words and his fingers seize from forming a cradle. There's no point in a call, if Loki's incorporeal it's not going to get them anywhere.

Instead, he opts for voice notes, and hopes Loki can hear them. ]

I don't know. I'm trying to find out but there's nothing straightforward about it other than its concentration in Excelsior.

[ There's a very thinly veiled fury running under the words, and that fury acts as cloak for something else. ]

[ikols]

[ Luckily Loki's phone operates in any dimensional plane, so he gets the voicenote. Has to text back though. ]

come to me, then
you can astrally project, can't you?

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Here? No. This place won't allow it. And I couldn't now even if that weren't the case.

[ikols]

you are the sorcerer supreme, MAKE THIS PLACE ALLOW IT

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You're a god and you're a ghost. Don't you're the Sorcerer Supreme me.

[ikols]

i'm not omniscient or omnipresent, i'm a shade of what i should be
i don't know if the boy did this or not but he will become more dangerous the longer he spends stuffed with magic he was never meant to carry
if you cannot help me then you should stay away from him

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I'll do what I can for both of you, but don't expect it to be much.

[ikols]

are you in Excelsior right now?

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Yeah.

[ Against his own better judgement. ]

[ikols]

where are you? i will come to you

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[ The heave of a sigh that goes unrecorded, but rather than arguing he drops a location pin and sends a photograph: there's a small park opposite with skyscrapers beyond it and an abandoned foodcart somewhere by the entrance, which puts Stephen approximately on the sidewalk outside a corporate building.

He is, in fact, sitting on the steps in the shade of the building's entrance, taking a breather after escaping a local to avoid a confrontation that wasn't going to go well for either on of them. ]

[ikols]

[ It takes Loki around twenty minutes to catch a bus to Stephen's location because apparently being a ghost isn't a guarantee of floating conveniently through the air. As he trots up to him on the bench, incorporeal and annoyed, he texts him. ]

i'm standing in front of you
had to catch a bus, sorry

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[ His phone pings, he checks it, and he raises his gaze to fix the open air with a faintly put upon look. It's not at him so much as it is with him, they're both stuck in this one way or the other, though there's a little side of frustration that the air is in fact so empty. He'd hoped he might get an impression of him, or at least the hint of magic in the air...

But whether by the theft of Loki's magic and corporeality or the impotence of Stephen's own, there's nothing.

Worse still, he doesn't even have it in him to make a joke about Loki being quiet. ]

It's fine. It's not like there's any rush.

[ It isn't even sarcasm: for once, this is a fight he doubts their involvement is going to help win.

He looks tired. He's decked out in everything he could carry: the cloak at his back, a dagger at his waist with what would appear to be a sword sheathed and leaning against his leg, a bag on the step beside him keeping who knows what else tucked away. ]

How's traffic?

[ That's sarcasm, but it's lacking any light. ]

[ikols]

[ Stephen looks how Loki feels. Just because he can, he reaches out and ruffles his fingers through that neat hair to see if he can fluff it up a bit. ]

dead, badumPSHHH

hello
you looked much happier to see me the last time we hung out
i am very offended right now

[ He isn't. ]

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[ Turns out Loki can successfully distress Stephen's hair a little, but the second he catches on to it shifting he's instinctively tilting his head out of the way.

Those solid efforts are rewarded with a mild smirk at his phone screen though, congratulations. ]

Technically I'm not seeing you now. If that takes the edge off.

[ Someone turns off the street to make their way up the steps halfway through him saying this, throwing him a slightly startled look that he meets with enough open hostility to send them scurrying past. ]

Five bucks says that's my second Rue Moore appearance waiting to happen. [ And, almost as an afterthought - ] I don't think this was Loki, for what it's worth.

[ikols]

[ Success! Hair ruffled, he watches with pleasure as the passerby shoots Stephen a disturbed glance over their shoulder. Loki takes a seat at his side. ]

sitting on your left now

i think he's a victim of this enchantment too
at least you and i are always in it together 3;)

has all your magical talent been seeped away?
a lack of anything that makes me ME has rendered me a fairytale of pure myth, if i had to guess
sucks to be incorporeal

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Mm. Rough day at the office.

[ Dry. It's a yes and a sorry for your lot rolled into one. ]

I brought backup. [ He nudges the sword propped against his knee with his foot in indication. ] But there's nothing much for it than to walk around the city and hope to stumble across a lead.

[ikols]

you're going to wield a sword?

[ That is ridiculous and weirdly hot, he can't picture it. ]

if you can get back to my apartment i have a collection of scrolls and potions you can stock up on
also the Norn Stones
you can borrow those

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Probably not.

[ But he's brought it along anyway, an unrealistic expectation built of metal and leather. Might deter anyone or anything from trying something where they might have otherwise, at the very least. ]

Thanks, but I don't have a porting device. So we either fix this, hope somebody fixes it for us, or we live here now. I guess we'll see.

How long have you been stuck like this?

[ikols]

[ Well, shit. ]

a week or so
some of my texts aren't getting through to people, i assume because i've been forgotten and i am no longer "real"

my brother thor has arrived and is being spectacularly useless, by the way
he loves the boy-child more than me so he will likely prefer to heal him than bother with getting me back

if you forget me too, that's alright
i appreciate your coming this once
you are the only one so far who has

and i give my word i will not watch you in the shower 3:)

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[ There's a huff of a sigh as Stephen reads through these messages, but can he blame Loki for being morose in spots given the circumstances? Unfortunately, he's never been the best source of comfort. Still, if nothing else - ]

Do you want me to call someone? Peter, Billy, whoever. I can talk with them on speaker for a while.

[ The choice of who, if anyone, will determine how much Stephen actually tells them. No use in making things worse. But it might still be of comfort for Loki to hear another friendly voice. ]

[ikols]

[ That's kind of Stephen to offer. Loki shakes his head, then remembers he has to type. ]

that's alright, thank you
you're good company enough 3:)

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[ Isn't that nice. He lapses into quiet for a bit, allowing the good company to stretch and the situation to be secondary for a moment or two.

But, inevitably, ]

I should head on soon. If you follow me, I don't want to hear about it once this is over.

[ Do not speak to me about my attempts to exist usefully without magic, xoxo ]