I'm quite fine. I went in with Webby and Jenny, one of the new arrivals. In our own way, we all went in prepared for the worst--but ended up in an interesting room. I have pictures from it, if you'd like to see.
Works for me. I'll meet you in about twenty minutes? I've been training with others---I know I likely won't get so lucky in the labyrinth next time.
[ He takes the time to get freshened up, and off he goes into town. He's been busy lately between work and training, but he can make time for a break. And there he is! He steps up to join him with a little wave. ]
[Loki has been waiting, and nods when Kaiba joins him. Then he's scanning for a free seat, before heading the way over to one of the smaller tables against the wall.]
I'm not sure enjoy is the right word, but yes overall. Webby and I were, as I said, prepared for the worse. In our armor and everything. Jenny proved to be suitably prepared, if a bit talkative overall.
[Neither Loki nor Webby had minded though, really.]
Like I said, we eventually came to a strange room, with a camera symbol etched into the door.
[There's a sly grin on Loki's face, before he holds out a hand and conjures up a small envelope to pass to Kaiba. Inside, the other will find photographs. Different styles of clothing and poses, of Loki, Jenny, and Webby. There's even one where Loki obviously changed himself into a duck like Webby (albeit still a tall one).]
The room was covered in clothes along all walls but one that was white, and there were cameras and screens everywhere. We couldn't find an exit at first, nor were we attacked, so we let ourselves have fun. I even added to the illusion by doing a few different backdrops to the white wall, and creating a crowd to cheer and applaud us. Once we had pictures of us all, then we found an exit.
[Indeed the backdrops in the photos don't look like a white screen but have different backgrounds, and there are occasional hints of people. As if it were a real catwalk fashion show.]
[ Seto settles in comfortably, flipping through the photos with a curious expression. It soon turns to a smile as he takes it all in. What an interesting time. He grins and carefully puts the pictures back in place before returning the envelope. ]
Looks like a party. My trip...started out similarly, but it was a little different. Our hall was full of mirrors. At first it made us look tall or short, or gave the illusion of animal transformations. We didn't actually change, it was just in the mirror.
[ He sighs. Deep breath. ]
But then it showed us scenes from what we could only guess were alternate versions of our lives if we'd made different choices. I saw myself staying in the orphanage until I aged out, as if I'd never challenged Gozaburo to adopt us.
I still had Mokuba, but I had to struggle a lot more. We lived in a small apartment, I had a much less prestigous job. I had to help neighbors to scrape enough to get by. But...Mokuba was thriving with a group of friends. We had a cat. I smiled and laughed with him more, there were happy pictures of us all over that tiny apartment. Mokuba's told me before that he wasn't happy with the person I became with Gozaburo for a father...and now I've seen the alternative.
[ He bows his head and folds his hands for a moment, sighing deeply. ]
My partner had something similar happen to her. I can't remember all the details, but...it hurts, knowing what you've lost. What you could've had if you'd made another choice.
[Idle curiosity on Loki's part, but he was quiet as he studied Seto some more. That was a clever trap, and Loki privately hoped he'd never go to that room.]
I'm not surprised it hurts, my friend. But think of it as an illusion and nothing more. You can't know for certain that's how it would've turned out. Just as likely that you both would've starved or been at odds with each other for how hard the life was.
[Trying to offer some comfort, and a counter.]
I believe I told you about the invasion? When I was taken back to Asgard, I was thrown in prison. I spent a year in there.
[Loki didn't dislike the woman, but he wasn't sure what to make of her. Other than his fears at first that she was a dark elf somehow. But on to the more pertinent topic.]
I was the only one in my cell, compared to others. What you need to know is that Asgardian dungeons are very very old. Almost as old as the vaults that came to be Odin's.
[Which was saying something, if Loki was calling them old.]
Things have been upgraded, obviously, but the cells themselves are rooms set into stone, but bordered in white on the inside. There are no bars, as we are kept within via a force field that is transparent but for the shimmer of light where it connects to the stone around us. They are sterile white within, with a view to the hallways outside. I was lucky, as I had a corner cell--and also a mother who insisted on making me 'comfortable'.
[Loki's expression was somewhat neutral, expressionless as he spoke. Not entirely closed off, as he was sharing and he trusted Kaiba. But it was not easy to deal with all the same.]
She would visit, via an illusion cast that is similar to what you might know as Astral Projection. She is also the reason I lived, and was in prison instead of executed. But that's not my point. Despite all the books she sent me, or as comfortable as she could make it...I still indulged in creating illusions. Of myself usually, taking the throne rightfully, cheered by the masses. Being lauded as proper king and heir, and worthy of Mjolnir as well.
She visited once, interrupting one of these illusions of mine. Inserting herself into it with ease, to ask what I was doing. She asked if it made me feel better. I told her it did not make me feel worse.
[A pause, and Loki flagged down a server to place a quick order. Two drinks, one non-alcoholic, and food. It was a needed break.]
She reminded me, that if you cast enough illusions, you risk forgetting what is real. At the time, that was precisely what I wanted, given my reality. Potentially 4000 or so years in solitary, essentially, never visited nor thought of except by her.
[ Kaiba listens intently, interest and a hint of worry in his expression. It must've been hell. Prison existed to punish, sure (at least in his reality) but it could be cruel.
He let the message sink in a moment before answering. ]
I needed her help to snap out of it. I kept hearing Mokuba's words in my head, about how he'd hated who I'd become due to my choices. But...I have to take responsibility and move on, there's no way to that reality. And even if there was, it wouldn't be so perfect. Right?
[Loki was pleased to see the other figure out what Loki was trying to say and teach him. There was pride in the statement and smile for Seto.]
Take any lesson from it you can, take what suits you and what you want that won't hurt you, and then treat the rest as no more than an illusion. And I'm here to listen, if you want to speak about it.
[One half of that smile turned wry.]
If you'd like, I can even muse with you on the nature of fate versus free will, or tell you of the wyrd, and we can conjecture all we like about the various possibilities.
I've never liked the idea of being controlled by fate.
[ It's said quickly, like he thinks about this a Lot. ]
For a while my life was plagued by...ancient magic. I hated acknowledging it, but I was cursed by it often enough. A whole war from ancient Egypt started up again when the relics the ghosts were sealed in were unearthed. A classmate was possessed by the spirit of a trickster pharaoh...who claimed I was the reincarnation of the priest who'd been his devotee and rival, and that the priest's influence created me.
I've seen visions and I sympathize with the priest and his fallen lover, I guess. But the idea that everything about me was decided thousands of years ago...I hate it.
[Loki listens, and then chuckles softly. Reaching out to clap Kaiba on the shoulder affectionately. Keeping that hand there.]
This is part of why I like you, by the way. I'm very much not fond of the idea that my life is not my own and subject to my own choices. I'm not surprised you're similar.
[That made Loki chuckle more, and a squeeze was given to Kaiba's shoulder before he pulled back.]
I should probably worry about how often the Wyrd has come up lately. It's difficult to explain though. We do not have gods, in Asgard, the way you would think of. We have clergy, though I didn't interact much outside of official duties. But the powers we looked to were the Norns, who would be priestesses essentially with three principle ones being closer to myth and legend and 'god' as you might think of it, and then the Wyrd.
The Wyrd isn't a they. It's...a hard to explain concept. It can be translated as Fate, or Destiny, but those are too simplistic for it alone. Those terms also imply an active control, which there is and is not.
[This would make sense in a bit. Promise.]
The norns are beings who are of the Wyrd, in that they interpret it and potentially create it or manage it. There are different types of Norns, and one can be appointed to the position, but they are always female. There are three principle norns of legend though, who are the closest I'd say we had to gods the way other people do. Urdr, Verdandi, and Skuld.
[There waiter approached with their drinks, non alcoholic for Kaiba but ale for Loki.]
Mind you, I'm no fan of the idea that my life and choices are not my own to make or control.
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Date: 2024-02-07 03:51 am (UTC)[ He takes the time to get freshened up, and off he goes into town. He's been busy lately between work and training, but he can make time for a break. And there he is! He steps up to join him with a little wave. ]
It's good to see you. So did you enjoy your trip?
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Date: 2024-02-08 02:55 am (UTC)I'm not sure enjoy is the right word, but yes overall. Webby and I were, as I said, prepared for the worse. In our armor and everything. Jenny proved to be suitably prepared, if a bit talkative overall.
[Neither Loki nor Webby had minded though, really.]
Like I said, we eventually came to a strange room, with a camera symbol etched into the door.
[There's a sly grin on Loki's face, before he holds out a hand and conjures up a small envelope to pass to Kaiba. Inside, the other will find photographs. Different styles of clothing and poses, of Loki, Jenny, and Webby. There's even one where Loki obviously changed himself into a duck like Webby (albeit still a tall one).]
The room was covered in clothes along all walls but one that was white, and there were cameras and screens everywhere. We couldn't find an exit at first, nor were we attacked, so we let ourselves have fun. I even added to the illusion by doing a few different backdrops to the white wall, and creating a crowd to cheer and applaud us. Once we had pictures of us all, then we found an exit.
[Indeed the backdrops in the photos don't look like a white screen but have different backgrounds, and there are occasional hints of people. As if it were a real catwalk fashion show.]
So strange, but not unwelcome.
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Date: 2024-02-08 03:06 am (UTC)Looks like a party. My trip...started out similarly, but it was a little different. Our hall was full of mirrors. At first it made us look tall or short, or gave the illusion of animal transformations. We didn't actually change, it was just in the mirror.
[ He sighs. Deep breath. ]
But then it showed us scenes from what we could only guess were alternate versions of our lives if we'd made different choices. I saw myself staying in the orphanage until I aged out, as if I'd never challenged Gozaburo to adopt us.
I still had Mokuba, but I had to struggle a lot more. We lived in a small apartment, I had a much less prestigous job. I had to help neighbors to scrape enough to get by. But...Mokuba was thriving with a group of friends. We had a cat. I smiled and laughed with him more, there were happy pictures of us all over that tiny apartment. Mokuba's told me before that he wasn't happy with the person I became with Gozaburo for a father...and now I've seen the alternative.
[ He bows his head and folds his hands for a moment, sighing deeply. ]
My partner had something similar happen to her. I can't remember all the details, but...it hurts, knowing what you've lost. What you could've had if you'd made another choice.
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Date: 2024-02-08 03:38 am (UTC)[Idle curiosity on Loki's part, but he was quiet as he studied Seto some more. That was a clever trap, and Loki privately hoped he'd never go to that room.]
I'm not surprised it hurts, my friend. But think of it as an illusion and nothing more. You can't know for certain that's how it would've turned out. Just as likely that you both would've starved or been at odds with each other for how hard the life was.
[Trying to offer some comfort, and a counter.]
I believe I told you about the invasion? When I was taken back to Asgard, I was thrown in prison. I spent a year in there.
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Date: 2024-02-08 03:41 am (UTC)[ He finally looks back up when he can muster a neutral expression. ]
Were you alone? I've heard what even short periods in solitary can do...
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Date: 2024-02-08 03:56 am (UTC)[Loki didn't dislike the woman, but he wasn't sure what to make of her. Other than his fears at first that she was a dark elf somehow. But on to the more pertinent topic.]
I was the only one in my cell, compared to others. What you need to know is that Asgardian dungeons are very very old. Almost as old as the vaults that came to be Odin's.
[Which was saying something, if Loki was calling them old.]
Things have been upgraded, obviously, but the cells themselves are rooms set into stone, but bordered in white on the inside. There are no bars, as we are kept within via a force field that is transparent but for the shimmer of light where it connects to the stone around us. They are sterile white within, with a view to the hallways outside. I was lucky, as I had a corner cell--and also a mother who insisted on making me 'comfortable'.
[Loki's expression was somewhat neutral, expressionless as he spoke. Not entirely closed off, as he was sharing and he trusted Kaiba. But it was not easy to deal with all the same.]
She would visit, via an illusion cast that is similar to what you might know as Astral Projection. She is also the reason I lived, and was in prison instead of executed. But that's not my point. Despite all the books she sent me, or as comfortable as she could make it...I still indulged in creating illusions. Of myself usually, taking the throne rightfully, cheered by the masses. Being lauded as proper king and heir, and worthy of Mjolnir as well.
She visited once, interrupting one of these illusions of mine. Inserting herself into it with ease, to ask what I was doing. She asked if it made me feel better. I told her it did not make me feel worse.
[A pause, and Loki flagged down a server to place a quick order. Two drinks, one non-alcoholic, and food. It was a needed break.]
She reminded me, that if you cast enough illusions, you risk forgetting what is real. At the time, that was precisely what I wanted, given my reality. Potentially 4000 or so years in solitary, essentially, never visited nor thought of except by her.
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Date: 2024-02-08 04:04 am (UTC)He let the message sink in a moment before answering. ]
I needed her help to snap out of it. I kept hearing Mokuba's words in my head, about how he'd hated who I'd become due to my choices. But...I have to take responsibility and move on, there's no way to that reality. And even if there was, it wouldn't be so perfect. Right?
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Date: 2024-02-08 04:07 am (UTC)[Loki was pleased to see the other figure out what Loki was trying to say and teach him. There was pride in the statement and smile for Seto.]
Take any lesson from it you can, take what suits you and what you want that won't hurt you, and then treat the rest as no more than an illusion. And I'm here to listen, if you want to speak about it.
[One half of that smile turned wry.]
If you'd like, I can even muse with you on the nature of fate versus free will, or tell you of the wyrd, and we can conjecture all we like about the various possibilities.
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Date: 2024-02-09 01:53 am (UTC)[ It's said quickly, like he thinks about this a Lot. ]
For a while my life was plagued by...ancient magic. I hated acknowledging it, but I was cursed by it often enough. A whole war from ancient Egypt started up again when the relics the ghosts were sealed in were unearthed. A classmate was possessed by the spirit of a trickster pharaoh...who claimed I was the reincarnation of the priest who'd been his devotee and rival, and that the priest's influence created me.
I've seen visions and I sympathize with the priest and his fallen lover, I guess. But the idea that everything about me was decided thousands of years ago...I hate it.
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Date: 2024-02-09 02:02 am (UTC)This is part of why I like you, by the way. I'm very much not fond of the idea that my life is not my own and subject to my own choices. I'm not surprised you're similar.
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Date: 2024-02-09 02:29 am (UTC)Same here. I'd love to hear your philosophical thoughts if we have the time, by the way.
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Date: 2024-02-09 10:18 pm (UTC)I should probably worry about how often the Wyrd has come up lately. It's difficult to explain though. We do not have gods, in Asgard, the way you would think of. We have clergy, though I didn't interact much outside of official duties. But the powers we looked to were the Norns, who would be priestesses essentially with three principle ones being closer to myth and legend and 'god' as you might think of it, and then the Wyrd.
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Date: 2024-02-12 12:56 am (UTC)The Wyrd...what were they like?
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Date: 2024-02-12 02:46 am (UTC)[This would make sense in a bit. Promise.]
The norns are beings who are of the Wyrd, in that they interpret it and potentially create it or manage it. There are different types of Norns, and one can be appointed to the position, but they are always female. There are three principle norns of legend though, who are the closest I'd say we had to gods the way other people do. Urdr, Verdandi, and Skuld.
[There waiter approached with their drinks, non alcoholic for Kaiba but ale for Loki.]
Mind you, I'm no fan of the idea that my life and choices are not my own to make or control.
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Date: 2024-02-12 03:52 am (UTC)[ Seto takes his drink and has a thought or two. ]
Then...a strong enough will must be able to write its own story, right? To make one's voice heard over the noise. It has to be possible.
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Date: 2024-02-12 04:25 am (UTC)[Loki had already made his view on it known; twice now even.]
As I've also said before, I see parts of myself within you, and would rather you not make some of the mistakes that I have.