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April 24 , 2004 | |
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World's End Bar ...
Loki sits at the bar, chatting with Scott.
Yosannah appears in the balcony, moving forward from some unknown place, a tarot in her hand. Once her form fully materializes her fingers wrap about the railing of the balcony and she peers down at the patrons.
Loki shrugs at Scott.
Yosannah senses Loki emits a trump signal, as if he were in convorsation with someone..
Yosannah's gaze narrows as she considers Loki for a long moment.
Yosannah concentrate on Loki's image at the bar...
Yosannah senses Loki dosn't seem to know he is in trump contact, but he is. No distant eyes show or anything of the sort.
At the bar, Scott says "Have you pissed off anyone lately?"
At the bar, Loki shakes his head, "Naw man, I haven't been around long enough to piss anyone off." he sighs, "It is like someone is fucking with me for fun." he sips from his scotch.
Yosannah drops herself into a chair at the balcony and waves for a server. She seems rather distant and disinterested in the others present.
At the bar, Scott says "It's not unheard of."
At the bar, Loki sighs, "Definatly not cool.." he rubs his face.
Yossannah senses Loki's trump call almost wiggles, shivvering as if cold. The prismatic haze of trump energy around his body (that shows the call) litterally wavers, then returns stronger more focused on his head.
At the bar, Scott says "Never is."
Scott uses the mirror to regard Yosannah as she sits down.
At the bar, Loki dosn't respond this time, just more considering his face with his hand. Rubbing his forhead.
At the bar, Scott murmurs into his glass. "How can someone who looks like that, be such a bitch?"
A young bubble of a serving girl climbs the stairs to the balcony and takes Yosannah's order.
Yosannah senses Loki's mind is fighting back something without his knowledge it seems, and it is taking its tole. With the sense of trump one might note a dark red forming at the bottom of his feet.
The bouncy serving girl returns to the balcony with a mug of something steaming and two creamers. The items are placed before Yosannah and the girl retreats. Yosannah, however, makes little notice of the drink; rather, she leans forward and crosses her arms atop the table, focus lingering on Loki.
Yosannah senses Loki's mind has the obvious presence of someone, distant yet very near at the same time. They have made themselves comfortable in Loki's mind. The presence of a trump is true, cold and electric as one would be. The path leads backwards into his mind. His knees get become yellow.
At the bar, Loki keeps rubbing, "not sure." he spits out. "Damnit.." he squishes his brow.
At the bar, Scott frowns at Loki. "Is it happening again?"
Yosannah pushes at the distant presence in an effort to get any surface emotions or impressions from it.
Loki crushes his glass in his hand, his hand bleeds. "Not sure." he says loud enough.
Yosannah senses Loki's mind shows the path clearly, the cold growing warmer and not going very far before the image of a man comes. Sitting in a chair looking away from the scene, he is in a deeply rich chair of plush cushion. Books flank on each side. A desk is there, you would stand on the other side, the man looks out the window at a sea of aquamarine.
Yosannah rises from her chair and returns to the railing of the balcony. She sits atop it, casually, and sips at her tea. Gaze lingers somewhere near the patrons at the bar.
Scott hmms and then places his hand on Loki's shoulder, bowing his head in concentration.
The man in Loki's head leans back in the chair, pushing the back closer to you. "It is about damn time." a deep voice, somewhat familiar but distant."
"You know me." She pushes further, closer, in an effort to capture an image of the man's face, "How."
"I know you very well Yosannah." he turns his chair around, Brandon's face showing with a soft smile. "It has taken you long enough to find me here indeed. But I am glad to see you."
Yosannah intones, "Brandon!" In Loki's mind, the woman projects her own image before Brandon and her eyes go wide, "How..."
Loki considers this, "The logrus is a very powerfull tool my dear, and the true power has yet to be found." he motions to a book on the table. "Take this, Scott is comming. Can you stop him?"
"Yosannah reaches for the item, thinking little of caution. SHe clutches it to her chest and flicks her head over her shoulder. "Scott?" Turning her back on Brandon she peers off into the distance, into the depths of Loki's mind and searches."
There is a shimmering up in the balcony, a rainbow of light. A text appears in Yosannah's arms, clutched to her chest.
Brandon just sits there, waiting. HIs long hair drapped over his face as he leans back. Quite comfortable."
Scott grips Loki's shoulder even harder. Might leave a bruise later, too. Scott seems to be looking at the back of the man's head.
"I don't..." Her green eyes squint and narrow down the length of long empty darkness. Nodding, she turns back to Brandon, "I suspect he'll try to use my path to you to get here. I'll have to leave, Brandon. Close the path and leave you for now." She clutches at the book, "I don't know what else to do.".
Brandon nods, "Read that book, Find one who is good with the pattern and unlock the blocks the Logrus has put in place." He waves his hand, complete controll of Loki's mind is evedent forcing you back down the path like a rollercoaster."
Yosannah is thrust from the inner sanctum of Loki's mind like a snapping rubber band. If she is whisked past the essance of Scott's mind, she is unable to do much about it. In but a hairs breath her psyche is dislodged from Loki's completely.
Up in the balcony, Yosannah is thrown back as if she might have been kicked in the mid-section. She collapses atop the balcony table and it crumbles under her weight.
"Crash!!"
Loki is so exausted from the whole event he is just sort of laying there on the bartop.
Scott disengages from Loki's mind as fast as he can. Then he turns around to regard the noise.
From the balcony, a moan escapes Yosannah's lips.
"Uuungh."
Yosannah dislodges herself from the rubble and gathers up the text which had fallen from her arms. There is a single glance in the direction of Loki and Scott through the railing of the balcony followed by a tightly focused expression...
And a shimmering...