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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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.