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[formidable]

[Amelia should have learned how to use her cell phone properly at some point. She meant to send her message inviting people for a drink to a few select people in town-- Libby her bartender, Emily Maxwell, a previous student of hers, hell maybe even Micheal and Adam.

Somehow this hasn't happened.]



[Amelia had to shoo away the talking cats, clear the living room of the books and practically redecorate the interior of the house-- it was no longer the cozy vintage home she had been living in for decades, but rather a fancy contemporary and industrial looking household.

A household now filled with various party goers called up by a certain billionaire playboy who is a terrible person. The nice thing about being in a witch's house is that the food and drink are plentiful and that the magic that's literally around in the house seems to keep people in high spirits. Some people are also complimenting the now well-dressed Amelia how charming and post-modern the wind chimes decorating her ceiling were. Funny how they aren't making any sounds despite the crowd.

As for the witch, she's walking around and doing her best to be pleasant despite her dislike of huge crowds and keeping an eye on the hallway. People could get lost in there unfortunately.

This is going to be a long Friday.]

Comments

[allfatherissues]

[Loki is clever enough to put two and two together, thus his next comment is not a question but rather a statement.] And they did not appreciate this notion of being 'made'.

[recluserose]

[She nods] Mm.

The world of magic tolerates humans- because we are technically 'mortal' with several stark differences. But humans are still outside of the sphere.

I'm an unintentional intruder within that sphere.

[allfatherissues]

I've seen your magic, however. [Loki leans against the railing of the balcony. He makes a point not to cast his gaze up at the stars.]

You are powerful. If you were born on Asgard, you would have been respected, and your outlook on parties would be very different than they are now.

1/2

[recluserose]

[Her back is turned to him, but her shoulders raise up into a shrug]

'If...' It's such a heavy word.

I don't think I would have had such an aversion towards parties had I not realized during that first gathering that I was all alone at ten years old in the world. A witch, but still seen as a human. A human who had paid the price for her power by leaving behind things that took her years to realize were precious in their own right.

And I had no one to blame for my loneliness except for myself.

[recluserose]

[She turns around swirling her drink around in her glass]

But I suppose if all that hadn't happened I wouldn't be here talking with a Norse god. You and Thor would have stayed in the pages of stories I've read... So, in a way no matter what had happened maybe it's not all for nothing.

[allfatherissues]

[There is something in what Amelia says that gives him pause; something that he cannot directly respond to, because for whatever reason it is difficult for him.

When he does speak, he just shifts his weight to where he faces her instead of the night-time view.]

You were young. Everyone is naive when they are children - even the gods.

[a teasing (yet strangely ironic) grin, faint in the dim lighting]

I am glad that I rank higher than 'nothing', at least. You do not know what that does for my self-worth.

[recluserose]

[There's her own smile and it's quite visible.]

That's good to hear. And I'll have to keep thanking you for even the littlest things then won't I?

[allfatherissues]

Hm. [He's sounding amused again as he straightens from his spot.] Well, I would not advise you against it.

[recluserose]

I'll keep that in mind.

... Interesting. I don't know if it's just me, but this drink is tasting better.

[allfatherissues]

[...

Torn between... his regular mischievous self and maybe giving her fair warning--]

Do not drink too much of it. I believe there is a saying here on Midgard that references 'too much of a good thing...'?

[recluserose]

Still, I had everything made spontaneously, it's amazing this turned out well.

[Luckily she's a witch so maybe she could resist the want for more Asgardian mixed drinks...? Speaking of which it does sound like it's getting more wild in there... Something's getting around]

Well, I'll definitely have some later. This is refreshing.

[allfatherissues]

Clearly you are simply a talented individual.

[Doop de doo stepping towards her and taking that drink from her hand, ignoring the rowdiness that can be heard from inside.]

In the meantime, it would be a shame to let the rest of it go to waste.

[He downs it, without much else warning. 8| ]

[recluserose]

... Hey! [Not as angry as she could be-- definitely more subdued thanks to the wine that's for sure or at least a delayed in her reactions]

[allfatherissues]

[A look of well-feigned innocence.] You did not wish to share?

[recluserose]

You could have gotten your own and you know that.

[allfatherissues]

Come now, Amelia, there is plenty more to be had.

[recluserose]

Hm. I'll just have to grab another glass on our way in then.

[allfatherissues]

And I'll not stop you. Do try to keep in mind my warning about excess indulgence, however.

[recluserose]

... A warning from you seems oddly benign.

[allfatherissues]

Take from it what you will, my dear.

[recluserose]

Now I'm worried.

[allfatherissues]

Why is everyone always so suspicious of me?

[recluserose]

It's beyond me that's for sure.

[allfatherissues]

[He laughs and merely leans on the railing again, setting the empty glass aside and looking out into the night-time view once more.]

I have not been given the title of Trickster on a whim. You may ask anyone on Asgard this.

[recluserose]

Is that why it's not just my imagination when I say that it seems the party guests seem to be getting louder?