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October 7, 2004 |
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Library - Gryphonhall, Avalon...
This room is built cunningly to follow the edge of the cliff; a swooping line of windows extends diagonally, offering a breathtaking and uninterrupted view of the snow-covered countryside below Gryphonhall. The silver traceries of the Pattern are visible in the Meadow far below, a glittering rose set elegantly off-center in a field of white.
The back walls are inset into the rock at angles, narrower at first and then wider like the feather-tips of a wing. Each alcove is lined with shelves, mostly empty of books for the nonce, made of the same pure and clean pine-wood as the floor.
There is no fireplace, but the room itself is comfortably warm. Several tables and comfortable chairs are set off in a corner, out of the way.
Yosannah is standing before the line of windows when Loki arrives. One arm is hugged about her midsection and the opposite hand clutches across at her bicep. She is peering down and regarding the silvery pattern below. At the sound of his arrival, she turns her head over her shoulder and regards him, gaze narrowing and silent.
Loki spots Yo and takes about half a second to read what body language she is blasting accross the room at him. He dosn't move that way but only to one of the shelves to return the book he barrowed. In the silence of the room the sound of book jacket upon book jacket only heightens the tension. "Nice view huh." he cant help but say something, but he dosn't look her way.
Yosannah looks to the book that is returned and then offers as she turns her attention back out the window, "I have no wish for idle chit-chat with you."
Advanced trump therories and application within the second phase or reality - Brandon Rathorne.
Loki leans into the books near the one he tilts his head, "Well golly garsh there Yo, you would have thunked I was just some podunk from hicksville the way you don't give me even the slightest respect. Do I start lower than human because I am only half of something?"
Yosannah's shoulders slump in obvious annoyance. She turns, fully, to face him, both arms crossed over her chest, "First of all, I don't know. You don't know me. Why we are obligated to respect one another is beyond me, Loki. Wouldn't your life be a whole lot easier if you just ignored me?"
Loki shakes his head, "Hardly when you start talking to friends of mine about how much they shouldn't trust me."
Loki smirks, "Thinking I am going to trap some girl with the cards I gave her, Im not /that/ bad.. And like you said you don't know me, so why the hell would you scare some newcommer talking about me. Hardly fair."
Yosannah shakes her head, "I told her never to accept tarots from anyone without a long history of friendship or familiarity. And, to be clear on this point, Merlin and Bridget seemed rather agreeable on this point." She turns her back to him, "But your friend asked my opinion, and I gave it. Perhaps you should ask her why she is so inquisitive where you are concerned."
Loki holds his hands out, palms up. "Why do I even bother staying around here. I mean all I get is shit from everyone because I am not Brandon. Dai and Riva respect me less than dirt half the time. Forget ever trying to 'get to know you'. How the hell does it make me feel when the last thing I remember is waking up and staring at you multiple times while trying to help /you/ get /your/ friend back from Arion. When I was turned into a tree and commited mass murder and disolved among other things to help /you/." he licks his lips and looks disgusted. "I come back and all I get is shit because I am not good enough to be the real god damned thing. Well you know what, I'm not trying."
Yosannah mutters, "...nobody asked you to."
Loki raises his voice, "Bullshit! You almost fucking started to cry when you saw me in Loki's head. I come back here and everyone wants me to be something i'm not. Calder, Morgan, Despil, Zeta, You, Dai, Riva, Anolia.." he goes on listing names, "They all miss Brandon, and I am the closest fucking thing there is so I am held to a higher standard. Well i'm just about fucking sick of it."
Loki has Brandon's face when he gets annoyed, almost . . too close to Brandon's face.
Yosannah repeats as if she has said it a thousand times before, "You. Are not Brandon."
Loki shakes his head, "No, I'm not. But could you do me a favor Yo, just so I can understand this whole thing. Why not? What makes me different than him. Because his personality stops him from just ignoring you because it would be easier. Or is it because he was an amazing artist, and had great power that I don't have. Or .. Or is it because he had longer hair? What is it.."
Yosannah turns her head over her shoulder and offers, pointedly, "It's because he is dead. Now leave my sight, Loki. And don't ever talk to me about this again."
Loki smirks, "You must be out of your mind, you know damned well nobody ever dies." he tilts his head and gives that dragon smile and eyes. He starts away saying to himself, "Its the wings.. I miss the wings."
Yosannah's jaw clenches, and she exhales audibly. She moves toward him meaning to make her way toward the door.
Loki hears her comming from behind and slips to the side, leaving himself to the side long enough for her to pass him or meet him depending on what she will do.
Yosannah does indeed pass him by and exits the Library for the hallway.