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[ Here's a YOUUUUTH, drunk off of moon-themed cocktails, laying back on a park bench, a red cloak spread out beneath him. It's totally at odds with the rest of his outfit: ratty jeans, a Hawaiian shirt, and a leather bomber jacket. But damn it, he's rocking the Lil Red Riding Hood look all the same.

And he's singing, eyes closed, seemingly to himself. Just, y'know, tipsy and enjoying all the celebration and revelry going on. ]

Under blue moon I saw you... So so~ooon you'll take me... up in your arms, too late to beg you, or cancel it though I know it must be: the killing time. [ He smiles dreamily, exhaling. ] Unwillingly mine...

[ Now he opens his eyes. It's harder to seem all chill and laid back when he's actually looking at... whoever the hell this message is for. There's a haunted look in his eyes, and his smile seems forced, almost a grimace. It's the smile of a hostage trying to assure their would-be rescuers that everything's fine! ]

Hey, whoever the werewolf is, can you come and bite me already? [ He makes a face, wrinkling his nose, as if really thinking on it. ] That's how the game's played, right?

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[ 'Easy' is probably Jeff's middle name (HEYOOO), and he falls for the illusion hook, line, and sinker. It probably doesn't help that he's been prone to seeing things for about a year now. Or that it's been a really messed up day that started when he woke up in a magical dome under the sea...

So when the wolf stands to its full, imposing height, and seems to snarl at him, Jeff does the following:

First, a scream: ]

FUCK ME!

[ And then he scrambles up and, in his attempt to get away, kind of hurls himself over the back of the park bench.

It's a pretty sloppy attempt at a duck and cover. And you know a big problem with needing music to cast? It's in times like these, when he's too freaked out to even find his voice. But he's trying, humming something frantic and singing under his breath, trying to cast some kind of spell to soothe a raging werewolf.

It sounds kind of like a strained, panicked rendition of Sunday Morning. ]

[Being a Master of Magic had several advantages when magic was involved. He sensed the sloppy welling as it was being cast and arched a furry eyebrow curiously, even waiting for a moment to see what the human might be doing (human magicians, really? how clever), but it quickly devolved into a barking laugh that became a cutting and amused human laugh as the werewolf was surrounded by a shimmer of green energy that was accompanied by a surge of a powerful and tightly controlled magic, old magic, and there Loki stood, in leathers and a green robe, amusement still dancing in his sharp green eyes.]

Clever! Are you a Skald, then?

[ Wait. What.

Jeff peeks up from behind the bench, wide-eyed as he regards the... former werewolf??? There's something about his magic that makes the demon bristle and claw at his insides. Powerful, natural, like the guy's at one with the Gift in a way that's, like, relegated to stories and legends.

Even with the demon sending pinpricks down his spine and behind his eyes, Jeff laughs along with the stranger, startled, drunk, and a little hysterical. Yeah, he might be in awe right now. He doesn't know who this guy is, but the way it feels, being in the presence of that magic? It's kind of the wizard equivalent of running into the Beatles. ]

Ahhh... uh... [ It takes him a moment, but then he nods. Jeff might not be particularly booksmart-- some might accuse him of not being any kind of smart at all-- but he knows magic. He's done his homework about Gifted, around the world and throughout the centuries. 'Skald' is just another way of saying 'bard.' ] Something... something like that.

Who're you?

A rare talent, for a mortal. [At least to his knowledge. He shrugs, making a dismissive gesture as he takes a seat on the bench next to him. Jeff reeks of booze and festival fare, but Loki has attended countless Asgardian feasts in his day. The stench is nothing he's not used to.]

Loki.

[He thought a moment about sharing his full title, but it seemed a bit much given the surroundings, and his lack of formal dress. He work fitted breeches tucked into fine but simple leather boots, a hunter-green tunic under a dark leather vest. Casual, for Loki.]

Who are you?

Loki? Like Loki Loki? The Loki?

[ Jeff might be skeptical, if he hadn't just had a conversation with the Persephone. Or if he hasn't spent the past year hosting a demon in his head. Or if he hadn't... woken up in a sphere at the bottom of the ocean.

Being cynical and skeptical is so last year. ]

I'm Jeff. I-- [ He laughs in delighted, drunken disbelief at how fucking cool this is. ] Dude... I worshiped you! [ A beat, then he realizes that might not be the best word choice with a god. ] I mean. Not literally, just--

[ He was really into the whole 'god of mischief' thing as an adolescent. ]

This is so cool... Why're you here?

[Loki smiled to spite himself. It wasn't often he met a mortal who appreciated him over his brother. This was a welcome treat.]

Is that right? You're welcome to continue. [Worshiping me that is.]

Just a bit of fun, really. You were a suitable topic. I stayed because I'm bored.

[He shrugs. That's the most honest he's been all week.]

[ Okay, well, Jeff can get behind that reasoning. He often goofs off with magic out of boredom. ]

I don't even know how to worship a god... [ He scrunches his nose in thought. ] You don't need sacrifices or anything, do you?

[ This is so surreal. He's talking to a Norse god. ]

Do I need them? [He draws out the question, stretching and crossing his arms behind his head, leaning back on the bench and looking up toward the void beyond the dome.] No. No god really needs them.

So it's like... the god version of when a groupie throws underwear at you...

[ Jeff no. (Or yes?? Maybe it is an accurate comparison??) ]

Fuck.

[ Okay, okay, dial back the awe, fanboy. ]

So you're here. Persephone's here. Is this whole place some big divine turf war?

I have no idea.

[But if that was the way in which he understood it, sure?]

No. Persephone and I are roommates, actually.

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