[ The beginning of Angela's week is taken up by trying to wrangle her two transformed brothers. After seeing to it that Jotunified Loki is alright, she high tails it out of Excelsior (literally, given that even just visiting the city reverted her to her bestial minotaur form). She did not want to spend a second more than she had to there, already feeling the old echoes of hunger ebbing in in just the short time it took to talk her not-quite-brother out of a meltdown.
She's still not sure what to do about the boy-who-is-no-longer-a-boy, other than encourage him to fight against the outside forces of fear creeping into his mind. She'll leave fixing that problem to the more magically capable, such as Billy Kaplan, or Strange, or...
...There was someone else, wasn't there? A third someone she had wanted to check on. A third magician? Or a third brother...? ]
—Loki.
[ It's days later, when the name finally filters into her mind. Days after she should have thought to call upon the brother she actually knows, the one who actually knows her. Why had she forgotten until now? Before anything can make her forget again, she heads straight for his apartment—
—Only to find herself standing in front of a building without a magical apartment inside, having forgotten what she came there for. Oh well.
She goes home.
Days pass without incident, until she wakes up in the middle of the night with the forgotten name once again on her lips. ]
Loki! Gods damnit!
[ Something wicked is surely going on. She grabs her phone from her bedside table and fires off an urgent text. ]
Brother, where are you? Are you alright? Something has happened to the others, I wanted to make sure nothing had happened to you too, but I
I don't know why I didn't think to write to you until now.
What has happened? It is like I forgot all about you, save for a few fleeting moments, none long enough to hold onto and actually do something about it.
I am sorry, brother. A foul magic must have come over me.
it's not your fault thor is now here, did he speak with you? HE is useless
i have become a forgotten tale, a story no one remembers in other words, for all intents and purposes i am a ghost thankfully i anticipated that i would need a phone that transmits from any plane of existence, so i can still contact some people although a few of the texts never got through
every time i draw near to the street upon which this enchantment is brewing i start to disappear so i have not been able to ascertain the true cause it's most frustrating
[ In the time it takes for Loki to type up his reply, Angela sets her phone down, nearly forgetting she was in the middle of a conversation until the new message notification alerts her and reminds her of Loki's existence. ]
Aye, I spoke with him. Both of them, actually.
This is vexing indeed. I would seek out the cause myself and put a stop to it, but I dare not return to Excelsior. In the brief time I spent there comforting Loki the elder, I could already feel myself succumbing to my old curse. I fear what would happen if I were to delve deeper into this mystery.
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She's still not sure what to do about the boy-who-is-no-longer-a-boy, other than encourage him to fight against the outside forces of fear creeping into his mind. She'll leave fixing that problem to the more magically capable, such as Billy Kaplan, or Strange, or...
...There was someone else, wasn't there? A third someone she had wanted to check on. A third magician? Or a third brother...? ]
—Loki.
[ It's days later, when the name finally filters into her mind. Days after she should have thought to call upon the brother she actually knows, the one who actually knows her. Why had she forgotten until now? Before anything can make her forget again, she heads straight for his apartment—
—Only to find herself standing in front of a building without a magical apartment inside, having forgotten what she came there for. Oh well.
She goes home.
Days pass without incident, until she wakes up in the middle of the night with the forgotten name once again on her lips. ]
Loki! Gods damnit!
[ Something wicked is surely going on. She grabs her phone from her bedside table and fires off an urgent text. ]
Brother, where are you? Are you alright? Something has happened to the others, I wanted to make sure nothing had happened to you too, but I
I don't know why I didn't think to write to you until now.
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I am sorry, brother. A foul magic must have come over me.
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thor is now here, did he speak with you? HE is useless
i have become a forgotten tale, a story no one remembers
in other words, for all intents and purposes i am a ghost
thankfully i anticipated that i would need a phone that transmits from any plane of existence, so i can still contact some people although a few of the texts never got through
every time i draw near to the street upon which this enchantment is brewing i start to disappear so i have not been able to ascertain the true cause
it's most frustrating
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Aye, I spoke with him. Both of them, actually.
This is vexing indeed. I would seek out the cause myself and put a stop to it, but I dare not return to Excelsior. In the brief time I spent there comforting Loki the elder, I could already feel myself succumbing to my old curse. I fear what would happen if I were to delve deeper into this mystery.