[The flow of time forever beyond Loki's control -- for all of his gift with the art of sorcery, there are some things that he can never touch.
But he will always move with its whims, pulled along like a puppet on strings. And though his life has been full of long and eventful years, they have -- up until this point -- been completely linear.
Not today. He's gone back; he can feel it, ever so slightly, the way things are slightly illusive and barely surreal in ways even he cannot describe, despite his silver tongue.]
[So when Loki steps inside the clock tower, his footsteps overridden by the loud chimes of the clock itself, his eyes flit about trying to decide when and where he is.
It's then he feels the oddness around the stranger nearby -- for someone so attuned to magic, to strangeness and all things not-quite-right in the supernatural sense, it wouldn't be missed. Loki approaches. Perhaps he can garner some answers.
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But he will always move with its whims, pulled along like a puppet on strings. And though his life has been full of long and eventful years, they have -- up until this point -- been completely linear.
Not today. He's gone back; he can feel it, ever so slightly, the way things are slightly illusive and barely surreal in ways even he cannot describe, despite his silver tongue.]
[So when Loki steps inside the clock tower, his footsteps overridden by the loud chimes of the clock itself, his eyes flit about trying to decide when and where he is.
It's then he feels the oddness around the stranger nearby -- for someone so attuned to magic, to strangeness and all things not-quite-right in the supernatural sense, it wouldn't be missed. Loki approaches. Perhaps he can garner some answers.
But first, of course, a greeting:]
Afternoon.