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[behisequal]

[A light layer of snow coats Loki's shoulders and head as he appears on the Plane. Winter has begun to set in back on Asgard, but has yet to hit with full force. Shame, too. He finds...comfort in the quiet and crystalline beauty the snow brings. There is serenity there, time for meditation and long nights curled up by the fire, or for a lone walk through the falling snow while all of Asgard rests nestled in their homes to keep out of the cold.

Then again, the cold has never quite bothered him. Where others need several layers to keep it at bay, he finds that only a few are sufficient and, in truth, more than enough for him. It is never something he has never truly dwelt on and probably never will.

Besides...the cooler climate offers something else to him that no other season can: an opportunity for innocent mischief that he can reap the benefits of for months until the last stubborn ice crystal melts away.

One look around at the Astral Plane and at the snow caught in the folds of his coat and gloves gives him all the ideas he needs to have a bit of fun without any interference. A smile curls on his lips as reaches up and scoops some of the snow off his clothing, cupping it in his hands. It is more than enough for his purposes. He lets out a slow breath, the air condensing and cooling around him. With the next, he blows into his hands, a plume of snow shooting out an opening left between his fingers. Up it rises until it's high in the sky--and then the snow and cold begins to spread across the Plane. Frost builds up on the windows of all the buildings, snow covering anything it happens to fall upon, even those unlucky enough to experience the sudden change of weather.

Loki looks up into the sky, snowflakes landing softly on his face. It is a start. He glances towards the desolate beach and gestures in its direction, a patch of snow swirling fast and tighter before it descends upon part of the beach, forming a thick layer of smooth ice. Naturally, other slick patches of ice form in other locations of the Plane, as well, hidden under the snow in varying sizes.

He twists his hand ever so slightly, watching the snowflakes turn thick and heavy, the flurries turning into a veritable blizzard that sweeps back and forth in waves--just to keep things interesting, of course. Why make a tame snowstorm when so much more fun can be had with a worse one?

With his mischief fully under way, he chuckles to himself and begins to stroll about the Plane, curious to see what fun can be found.]


[ooc: Be it Snowpocalypse, Blizzard of [insert year here], or a day that ends with a y if you live in typically colder climes, Winter has come to the Plane! The snow's gonna be pretty thick soon enough, but it will come and go in waves as Loki sees fit. Treat this as a mingle post if you'd like to have some snowy fun! Build a snowman, go ice skating, play some hockey, or huddle in the kitchen with hot cocoa. Do whatever you please! Of course, you can always catch Loki in the middle of what he's doing, either at the start of the snowstorm or later on. He'll be ensuring there is opportunity for fun and mischief of many kinds, so watch for any black ice (Plane-ice??) on the ground, icicles of varying sizes, and one might not want to touch any tongues to any pole-like things that might be around. Not even you're triple-dog dared. Enjoy! o/ ]

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[decrypts]

[the next time york steps onto the plane, he's in for a bit of a surprise. and by a bit of a surprise, we mean one hell of a surprise, because he sure as hell hadn't been expecting snow.

he didn't even know it could snow on the plane. well, wonders never cease, huh?

when he first sees the falling flakes, he ducks back out only to return with some warmer clothes, complete with some gloves that he just happened to have in his locker back on the mother of invention, because really, you never know when you might need gloves, right? of course.

he's practically giddy when he steps out into the snow falling all around him, watching as it covers the star-covered floor and blankets everything in a nice, bright layer of white.

he ducks down, scoops up a handful of snow and packs it into a tight ball - and now all he needs is for someone to throw it at. because really, nothing could be better than that. man, is he going to have fun with this.

he takes a few steps forward, idly tossing his snowball from one hand to the other and looking around him, very clearly not bothering to look where he's stepping because it's just snow, right? and the ground has always been pretty level around here -

except one more step has him slipping on a patch of black ice that had been covered by the snow, and his feet go flying out from underneath him as he lands square on his ass with a solid oomph.

he drops his snowball and ends up staring at the expanse of white around him, brows knit tightly together as a scowl turns his mouth down.

times that york has now fallen on his ass on the plane? two.

damn it.]

[behisequal]

[Naturally, Loki does see this and while he doesn't show himself just yet, he does however, add to some of the fun. Namely, while York only made one snowball, a moment after that one lands, five others suddenly begin to fall right on top of him one by one.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu has his big red scarf thing slung around his shoulders and covering his arms like a shawl. The cold doesn't bother him so much, but 'cozy' is a nice feeling.

He catches a glimpse of Loki then, and can't help but raise an eyebrow at his expression.]

Enjoying this, hm?

[behisequal]

[Loki is very much pleased with himself and makes no disguise of it either.] Oh yes. There has always been something about snow that I have always enjoyed. Are you not, though? [Be careful how you answer, Mu. His definition of 'fun' most likely differs from your own.]

[lamb_of_gold]

On the contrary, I'm enjoying it quite a bit. I grew up in a land that was very cold, but rarely snowed.

[behisequal]

Then, my friend, bask in the snow all you wish. [He holds his hand out, collecting snowflakes as they land, but they do not melt.] Do you still reside in such a contrary land?

[lamb_of_gold]

I will always call Tibet my home, but I live in Greece now. Much warmer, and snow is something of an event. We only see it in the deep of winter.

[behisequal]

Pity. [He idly swirls a hand in the air, the snowflakes dancing around his fingers. He's not bored; merely contemplative.] Do you miss it? This "Tibet". No doubt you left to better serve Athena.

[lamb_of_gold]

I do sometimes. I maintain a home there still, but it is rare I can visit it nowadays.

[ex_dragonnerd309]

[Hiccup arrives to the Plane and-- face plants into the snow. He pushes himself up, and looks around.]

Did I miss a door or something...? [But no, it has the Plane-feeling but with more... snow with it.] Oh, great... Now it looks exactly like home.

[behisequal]

[Cloaked and invisible from any prying eyes, Loki watches as the snow claims yet another victim. He remembers this young man--Hiccup, if he recalls correctly--but there is something missing. Ah yes, his pet. Well, that can be fixed.]

[In front of Hiccup, the snow begins to swirl about in a great cloud until it begins to take shape--and becomes a white, crystalline facsimile of Toothless. The snow dragon does a little playful hop, waiting for the young man to react.]

[ex_dragonnerd309]

[Hiccup swipes the snow off his sleeves when he spots the snow!Toothless. He blinks at it for a while.]

Uuuh... Toothless...? How did you..? [Looks behind himself, where he came from, then back at the dragon.] Wait a minute... [Somehow Hiccup can tell that something is not right here, but he will need a few more minutes for it.]

[behisequal]

[Loki smiles as he has the snow dragon dance around and around the boy, plumes of snow flying into the air with each bounce. That is, until it takes a dive at Hiccup like it's about to pounce him! But the snow dragon's figure merges with the snow in front of Hiccup instead--and re-forms behind him, its tail smacking Hiccup in the back. It doesn't make any noises as it plays.

Not even as it lets out a little burst of blue fire, turning the snow in the fire's path into ice.]

[ex_dragonnerd309]

[Well Hiccup would lie if he were saying he doesn't enjoy this Toothless. He plays along with him, though he holds up his hands when he realized it wants to jump on him.]

Oh no no no, Toothless, no-- [And the dragon doesn't actually pound in him, but covers him in snow on his way.] Hey! [Hiccup laughs as he loses his balance and stumbles in the snow again just to turn in time to see the blue fire of ice. He gapes at that.]

You're definitely not Toothless now... Are you even real?

[behisequal]

[The ice dragon's blast of icy fire lasts only for a few seconds. When Hiccup asks his question, it looks placidly at him for a second before it shakes its head.]

[Still invisible, Loki takes a couple steps forward, curious to see how the young man reacts now he's caught on to the false dragon.]

[ex_dragonnerd309]

Huh. [Hiccup snorts amused and tries to walk closer. He isn't scared, somehow. He's just purely curious.] That's new! How do you move? Can you fly?

[hollowly]

[sam finds himself walking into this flurry of snowflakes with a look of awe plastered across his face - as though something as simple as snow in a place like the plane seems .. well, out of place.

to him, it does, but .. who cares?

at least he's wearing enough layers that the cold doesn't bother him, and as he comes across loki looking at what he's done, he can't help but to speak up.] Let me guess .. you did this.

[it isn't accusing, more of a statement of fact, really.]

[behisequal]

[Loki hears this human approaching--the crunching of snow beneath his shoes are a dead giveaway--and turns to face this newcomer. He is not familiar to him, but that will not last long.]

I am covered in the most snow, so perhaps I am. [He sweeps one hand down his arm, gathering up another handful of snow and begins to play with it, his leather gloves providing sufficient enough insulation for him. The snow in his hand quickly turns to ice that he begins to mould as one would clay.] Is it not beautiful?

[In this case, he means the snow all around the Plane rather than the little ice dragon he's forming. His earlier encounter with Hiccup has inspired him.]

[fallbythesword]

[Jacqli... is doing a little target practice.

Every so often, a song can be heard - followed by what sounds like a sci-fi-esque beam shot. Following the music (and subsequent BZZZZT!) reveals Jacqli, standing in a level area of snow. There's a perfect circle around her, melted into the snow. On the other side of the line, in all directions and varying distances, are a few tiny quickly-built-and-undecorated snowmen.

She focuses, takes a deep breath... sings again. When her song is done, a bright red laser obliterates one of those little snowmen. Rinse, repeat until all the snowmen are gone.

She nods once, firmly, content with her performance. ... And then steps outside the circle to build a few more snowmen.]

[behisequal]

[The song and resulting noise earns his attentions and he approaches to watch this display--cloaked for the moment while she finishes off the last snowman. Her attacks fascinate him. He knows how powerful words can be, and words combined with music are a deadly combination indeed--but this is different. For one, he has never seen red beam of light (or for that matter, know what a laser is).]

[When she moves out of her circle, he removes his charms and begins to clap.]

Bravo! What a delightful and beautiful performance. Perhaps I may help with your second act? [With a little wiggle of his fingers, the snowmen rebuild themselves but since he is the one conjuring them, they are a little more life-like with two legs and arms and a regular torso, with two small pieces of coal for eyes on a regular human-sized head. He doesn't go so far as to give them armor, so the figures stay rather plain in that manner.]

[fallbythesword]

[She stops and turns when she hears his applause, a little startled. She's somewhat annoyed at herself for not noticing his presence until now (not that she knows he can cloak himself like that) but she keeps a lid on it - that part's none of his business. Regardless, the look she's giving him is a little thoughtful, a little wondering... Though she must admit, it's nice to hear praise like that - it's not something she's ever really received much of...

And then he moves his fingers, and the snowmen are rebuilt. And have eyes. ... Oh, that's amusing.

She nods to him.] Well, that saves me from having to build them myself. Enjoy the second act.

[She moves back to the center of her circle, holds her hands out before her, palms open, and sings the same song as before. Why change up a tactic that was working before, right? It's not like they're suddenly moving. This time, though, she's put a little more feeling into it - a red ball of light appears above her, and from that energy comes those laser shots, three at a time, piercing multiple targets with ease.]

[behisequal]

Oh, I will. [He smiles, clasping his hands in front of him, and waits for her song to begin. This time, he listens closer to what she's singing, what she does--basically studying her. Unfortunately, there is still much to her technique that he does not understand, not to mention her incantations... They are unfamiliar to him.]

Another exquisite performance! You must tell me, how are you able to turn such a beautiful song into that beam of light?

[fallbythesword]

[She dusts a bit of snow off of her shoulders as she moves from her circle and steps closer to him.]

It's called song magic. In my world, Reyvateils have a mental connection to the Tower. When they sing, the Tower turns their feelings and wishes into real, very powerful forces. [She nods slightly, toward one of the laser'd snowmen remains.] That was a form of red magic. Offensive magic.

[behisequal]

And that is what you are, a "Reyvateil"? [Definitely a people he has never heard of. Good to confirm that. He steps closer to her too, holding out a hand towards the destroyed snowmen and reconstructs them with a mere flick of his wrist.] Do you only sing when you need to attack or defend yourself? [He sincerely hopes not.]

[fallbythesword]

[She nods in answer to his first question, since the conversation is moving right along anyhow. She watches the snowmen rebuild with simply a hand gesture on his part, and of course, she finds it amusing. A tiny smirk even tugs at the corner of her lips.]

No. Songs have many different uses. I have heard a song that disabled the entire Tower and suspended the Administrator in sleep. I know of a song that can create a new mass of land from nothing. There are songs for hiding things, for finding things, for healing people... [Pause.] I also know about a song meant to pull the entire population into a deep hibernation where they would be meant to dream lucidly for the rest of their lives, but that one didn't work.