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nexus_crossings2018-11-01 08:16 am
turningcolors) wrote in nexus_crossings2018-11-01 08:16 am
Age Old Advice (Seasonal Post)
A mist has settled over the Nexus this morning.
The fog billows and wisps, keeping destinations hidden from view. Muffling the noise of the plaza, stifling everything into a feeling of bleak isolation. Those who persevere will find a warm orange glow drawing them near. At either end of the Plaza--one near the sprawling parks close to the Wilds and the other closer to the beginnings of the urban sprawl--are two oasis from the creeping cold and mists. Hazel has taken the flame from the bonfire she lit at the Equinox that has burned steadily ever since and spread it out among several torches making up the perimeter of these areas now. The bonfire is long gone, but these two areas remain. When she came into the season she was a roaring blaze. So much to prove. With her place cemented here, she has gotten down to her actual work.
The Autumn spirit is seated on a bench in one of the torch lit circles holding a conversation with a person that's difficult to make out. IN fact, when someone approaches, they will find it's a spirit she is cavorting with. After only a few seconds the figure dissolves into the selfsame mist people have sought out these places to escape from. Hazel turns to her new audience.
"If you could talk to a lost loved one just once more, who would you want to see? What advice would you ask from a loved one deigning to cross the veil to see you?"
((Anyone who chooses to participate may choose to either speak to Hazel in general about the question she's posing or if the player is so inclined Hazel will conjure up the spirit of a lost loved one to speak to your character. Please DM me in DW or discord if you choose to have a loved one appear so we can hash out what you want to do. Curses and Blessings are still available as well. Happy Day of the Dead, folks ;) ))
The fog billows and wisps, keeping destinations hidden from view. Muffling the noise of the plaza, stifling everything into a feeling of bleak isolation. Those who persevere will find a warm orange glow drawing them near. At either end of the Plaza--one near the sprawling parks close to the Wilds and the other closer to the beginnings of the urban sprawl--are two oasis from the creeping cold and mists. Hazel has taken the flame from the bonfire she lit at the Equinox that has burned steadily ever since and spread it out among several torches making up the perimeter of these areas now. The bonfire is long gone, but these two areas remain. When she came into the season she was a roaring blaze. So much to prove. With her place cemented here, she has gotten down to her actual work.
The Autumn spirit is seated on a bench in one of the torch lit circles holding a conversation with a person that's difficult to make out. IN fact, when someone approaches, they will find it's a spirit she is cavorting with. After only a few seconds the figure dissolves into the selfsame mist people have sought out these places to escape from. Hazel turns to her new audience.
"If you could talk to a lost loved one just once more, who would you want to see? What advice would you ask from a loved one deigning to cross the veil to see you?"
((Anyone who chooses to participate may choose to either speak to Hazel in general about the question she's posing or if the player is so inclined Hazel will conjure up the spirit of a lost loved one to speak to your character. Please DM me in DW or discord if you choose to have a loved one appear so we can hash out what you want to do. Curses and Blessings are still available as well. Happy Day of the Dead, folks ;) ))
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It was too late to reach out for help. Those who would turned their backs on him. He was exiled from Asgard, his friends had declared him as the dead. Thor had denied him, Verity had left. Odin had only offered his usual cryptic words but had made it clear that there was no escaping what was to happen.
Which meant that Loki followed that beckoning hand willingly to hop a bit closer, taking comfort from the companionship in his current mood.
"I am. I have been... trying to change. To be better than what I was before. But at every turn those who should want me to succeed sabotage me. Because they fear allowing my changing will bring ill winds. Things have gone wrong, so very wrong... and I cannot even blame another, for all it would be a comfort."
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It sounds to her as though he should have every reason to blame someone else. To seek vengeance or some recompense. Hazel has walked the Earth for two thousand some years. She knows that tone of voice. When she is human, she wishes she didn't.
As she is now, Hazel merely bends down to gently scoop up the magpie if it will let her as she gently brushes down its feathery head in as soothing a gesture as she can give. Death comes for everyone in one way or another.
"You have access to the Nexus, little one. Need you go through with the path you already know the end to?"
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And he also knew that acting on that hurt and anger would just make things worse. Would push him down that path he'd been fighting so hard against. Loki allows himself to be plucked up, a small croon slipping from him at the reassurance of those light fingers over feathers.
"It's not my place to break the cycle. I will either burn like they want or I will vanish into the void like the Boy did before me, unless I find another option. But whatever happens I will end and something new will emerge. All I can do is try and make sure the Loki that begins his own cycle is better than the old worn paths."
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"That which comes after you should be proud to call you kin, little one." For someone to be utterly alone in their own death is a tragic thing, but Hazel sees the potential for something better to come from it. "You care more than they ever gave you credit for, don't you?"