Meeting the Chariot

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[Liz has had an irritating few days, her husband has been reduced to a drone and probably forever, and she still was feeling a bit odd from the milk, food just didn't seem appetizing.]

Action: 1128 Taylor

[There is a letter with Liz's name on it which she stuffs into her purse then goes about pruning the bushes, singing something that sounds pretty, but also horrible to anyone who can use magic. Horrible in the whole madness from lost souls way.]

Action: Park

[Liz has decided to open her letter, a single tarot card there bearing the chariot. As she does so a booming voice can be heard saying "I am thou... Thou art I... I come from the storm of the soul bearing thunder from the Chariot!" and a large hammer bearing Norse man appears before vanishing into her]

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[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

You mean you don't know me? You know Thor, but not his old friend? You wound me, miss.

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No, I sensed the power, however, it is rude to assume. I myself am not a champion of your arcana so I was not able to make the proper pact as I was with the Thunderer and I find it rude to just give name without allowing one to introduce one self as they see fit.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

I see. Well, I'd best get it out of the way, then. I am Loki, son of Laufey, god of chaos, lies and diversions, and I am very pleased to meet you.

[A sweeping bow.]

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One of the most powerful of the fool arcana... I believe that I know one who has it within them to call for your power but I myself do not have the grasp of chaos to tame that....

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[He liked where that was going up until you mentioned the name of his arcana. His face falls, and he gives her a sideways look.]

"Fool" arcana? I must have misheard you.

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The Fool is the most important of the arcana... It represents in its positive light, the clever mind that explores a unknown universe and bends it to his will. It is the only card that truly represents one's self as opposed to the influences of the world around them. The fool may appear to be harmless, but is wily and clever, one who challenges the road ahead with nothing more than what one has internally.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[Well done, Liz, Loki's ego has been soothed. He's visibly pleased, and curious rather than demanding.]

Then why do they call it the fool's arcana?

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Because the Fool is leaving what is safe for a journey and many people find adventure foolish.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

And those are the people who will die straw deaths, achieving nothing.

[He laughs.]

It's so strange talking to you. It feels like I'm talking to him. I didn't think anyone could duplicate the way Thor fills up a space, but you've managed it.

You'd best tell me your real name, or else I'll slip up and start calling you by his.

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I am Elizabeth.

[She bows]

And as I have said, I am wearing his persona right now... If it makes you feel more comfortable I can wear another, but ultimately I am still myself no matter who's power I wear.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[He waves a hand.]

No, no, I like it. You're a good look for him.

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Well... If you insist... Though, I do believe I lack the proper furs and loud voice. My aptitude for bellowing is quite sub par...

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

Now that I'd like to see.

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Honestly, I prefer to stick to blues and purples... Something more regal in them than tromping around in a fur, though seeing others in them can be quite stimulating.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

What about a bellow? Could you manage a bellow for me?

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

No... Not a convincing bellow. I find that in the time it takes to shout in rage I could have used my power to cripple that which has enraged me so... And once it has been crippled... Well, one does not need to be so uncivil as to bellow when playing with that which has annoyed you.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[Well. She's certainly confident, and not a little sadistic. Loki's intrigued.]

Will you give it a try? Reach inside yourself. Connect with your inner thunder god. Come on.

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[Her eyes twinkle a bit, as she pulls a card from her pocket and there is a lightning strike not far off, blasting a 10 foot deep crater in the ground]

Do you not find something like that far more effective in striking fear into the hearts of those who displease you?

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[...Impressive. But Loki's not dissuaded.]

It's not about fear, it's about feeling. Going wild, freeing yourself from inhibitions. How a bellow makes you feel is just as important as how it makes others feel.

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

Ah... I have not experienced those emotions save in one place... And... A display like that is simply not acceptable in public.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles, understanding what she's referencing. He's never considered comparing yelling to sex, though, and the idea amuses him.]

Then consider this a way of letting those emotions out that's socially acceptable in public.

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

Ah... But those emotions are for those who... I wish to share those emotions with. Sadly they tend to require long periods of rest afterwards but... Such is the way of the universe.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

With a bellow, it's different. It's not about intimate emotions, it's about a release of energy that's not so personal.

[He is willing to argue this until she does it. ...also, he's going to think about orgasms every time someone yells. Thanks, Liz.]

What's the harm in giving it a try? Just once, to see what it's like.

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...Fine.

[Elizabeth takes a break, then looks up at the sky and utters something, something dark and horrible, words that were Loki a normal human would have made his ears bleed. Birds fly off in terror, the insects drop to dead quiet, squirrels can be seen running away as after that the word 'Erebus' can be heard in the end. Taking a breath she looks at him.]

.....Was that acceptable?

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[He stares, wide-eyed. Loki is silent for a long moment.

Then, he bursts into laughter, clapping his hands a few times.]

Well done! I've not heard one that impressive in centuries!