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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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[behisequal]

[He always figured the lifespan of a mortal was that short, so to hear that a mortal can somehow live that long is very fascinating.] I see.

[Innocently] I have to ask, if I may. Merely because such people do not exist in my realm, you must understand... [He steps forward, peering at the special marks on Mu's forehead.] How exactly are those related to increasing certain warriors' longevity?

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu shrugs very lightly.] They're simply an indication of my people, not limited to warriors - most of us aren't, actually.

[behisequal]

[He still looks curiously at the markings on his head.] Ah yes, of course--but is it solely by choice? Or is being a warrior something you are born into?

[lamb_of_gold]

It varies. I fall into the latter group - my master adopted me as an infant, so I have known no other life. Some do not come to us until later, and do so in their own ways.

[behisequal]

[He releases all snowflakes in his hand, his eyebrows arching in mild surprise.] You were adopted? You had no other family to care for you?

[lamb_of_gold]

To the best of my knowledge, that is correct. Certainly, my master was far too old to be my natural father.

[behisequal]

[He frowns, bothered by that for some reason that even he cannot place.] As that may be, does it not bother you that you were given no choice but to become a warrior because of your adoption?

[lamb_of_gold]

Should it? Being bothered by it would change nothing, and I cannot imagine myself existing in any other capacity. I do not regret my life.

[behisequal]

[He thinks about that for a second, then puts on a smile.] Then that is all that matters.

[Though if he were in Mu's position, he would feel different.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu thinks there might be more, but Loki is considerably harder to read than most people (and understandably so, considering).]

Does the notion trouble you?

[behisequal]

[Loki has had years to perfect his unreadable expression. It even fools Thor.]

[He shakes his head] If it does not bother you, then it troubles me not. I only asked to see how you felt about it.

[lamb_of_gold]

[I'm pretty sure a card with "flip me over!" printed on both sides could fool Thor now and then-- /SHOT Mu shrugs lightly.] There are some who believe that a Saint's soul reincarnates to serve Athena over and over again. I can't speak to the truth of that, but if it is so, then I would have found my way to Her side before long one way or another.

[behisequal]

[Actually, it probably would! Loki probably invented the trick... ]

If Athena herself does, then it stands to reason she would keep her most trusted warriors close at hand down throughout the ages.

[lamb_of_gold]

Alas, who is to say what the truth is? I don't think even She knows.

[behisequal]

[His eyebrows raise in mild surprise.] Perhaps that knowledge is something even she is not allowed to know. After all, if she were to be captured or threatened at a young age, her enemies could strike at her young warriors as well. She would be left defenceless.

[lamb_of_gold]

It's possible, but unlikely. [Mu looks pensive as he considers the possibility] Athena is usually born within the Sanctuary, but such thing is not a certainty.

[behisequal]

Nothing ever is a complete certainty, friend Mu. Just like this snowflake. [He catches one in his hand, but keeps his hand cold so it doesn't melt.] What will it become? A drop of water in a sea of melted snow? A snowball thrown by a playful and mischievous child? Or will it merely be crushed underfoot and forgotten like its brothers and sisters before it? No one knows our what our fate may be, even those amongst gods.

[lamb_of_gold]

But it will melt, in time, much the way Death comes for us all eventually. That is one certainty, as grim as it may be. But that is neither here nor there. You are correct - assuming a thing will be so, simply because of precedent is foolish at best.

[behisequal]

Indeed it will. [He smiles faintly and places a hand on Mu's shoulder] Yet not now. Go enjoy the snow, friend Mu, while it lasts.

[lamb_of_gold]

I think I shall. It was a kind gift for you to bring, my lord.

[behisequal]

[Such praise never gets old. He smiles, pleased.] If you wish for it again, all you need do is ask.

[And with that, Loki makes an exit, snow swirling about him as he disappears, leaving Mu in a slowing flurry of snowflakes.]