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nexus_crossings2021-03-28 04:14 pm
coldsong) wrote in nexus_crossings2021-03-28 04:14 pm
Rope the South wind; Canvas the Stars
There is an ocean in the Nexus--at least one, maybe many--that comes and goes. It has been seen frozen over in the winter, laced with sand and amusements in the summer. Sometimes it's within sight of the Plaza, but more often one has to seek it out in the Wilds, tracking it by the cry of the gulls.
Today, it's close enough to smell the salt-spray.
No one is called, no one is compelled to wander closer, but should the adventurous depart the main Plaza and follow a pebbled path through long grass and winding trees, they will come to a place where the ground rises into a gentle dune, then drops into an expanse of sand and rock sketching out a sort of cove. Indigo water laps the shore there, low waves splashing froth onto the shore. And in the water there is something that could be called a ship, if a ship could be made of ice and bone; if a ship could be strange and hard to look at, if it could stretch up so tall toward the sky it seemed eldritch and unbalanced.
The prow is sharp as a blade, and when the wind sings in the ropes, the noise is high and sweet, like siren song.
Loki is on the shore, and his children are with him. Agnarr and Una are playing in the sand together, the elder stacking rocks and building castles for the younger to knock down. Sigrid and Eindrid, though, are on the Ship itself. A casual observer can see the form of Loki up there with them, guiding them gently as they explore, but he is also below, seated on a heap of driftwood to observe his other two children. Bilocating.
He glances up and nods at whoever wanders close, polite, if protective of the kids.
"Do you believe in birthright?" he asks. "Something beyond the gift of existence itself, to which a person is entitled just by entering the world?"
((ooc: Just to warn, my tags will be VERY slow!))
Today, it's close enough to smell the salt-spray.
No one is called, no one is compelled to wander closer, but should the adventurous depart the main Plaza and follow a pebbled path through long grass and winding trees, they will come to a place where the ground rises into a gentle dune, then drops into an expanse of sand and rock sketching out a sort of cove. Indigo water laps the shore there, low waves splashing froth onto the shore. And in the water there is something that could be called a ship, if a ship could be made of ice and bone; if a ship could be strange and hard to look at, if it could stretch up so tall toward the sky it seemed eldritch and unbalanced.
The prow is sharp as a blade, and when the wind sings in the ropes, the noise is high and sweet, like siren song.
Loki is on the shore, and his children are with him. Agnarr and Una are playing in the sand together, the elder stacking rocks and building castles for the younger to knock down. Sigrid and Eindrid, though, are on the Ship itself. A casual observer can see the form of Loki up there with them, guiding them gently as they explore, but he is also below, seated on a heap of driftwood to observe his other two children. Bilocating.
He glances up and nods at whoever wanders close, polite, if protective of the kids.
"Do you believe in birthright?" he asks. "Something beyond the gift of existence itself, to which a person is entitled just by entering the world?"
((ooc: Just to warn, my tags will be VERY slow!))
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It is a good thing that her spouse has superpowers himself, makes it slightly easier to watch over all the children. Even the ones with their own abilities.
"Can I run to the ship, mom?" Laura asks. "I want to see how much I can stay on top of the water. Please."
"Keep it at manageable speeds, Laura. Don't surprise them." April tells the young girl.
"Okay." When Laura runs towards the ship, her speed is slightly faster than a normal person. But it is not too fast, that someone else can't see her coming.
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Not about Frigga, certainly. Things could have been far better with Odin. But he has no idea what life would have been like with Laufey at all.
"That's quite a trick," Loki observes Laura running across the water. "Do all of your children have extraordinary abilities?"
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"We are not certain about Martha... who we just adopted..." Harley nods to the sleeping infant in her arms.
"But Jonathan, Laura and Will have all inherited abilities either from their father, or from myself. We see more Kryptonian abilities in Jonathan and Laura. Will has a few more of my abilities."
"Dru and Drake were adopted too. They have a telepathic twin bond. And often Dru will only speak that way... to her brother. They struggled to find a family that would take them both, until we found them."