blackgale | Trepidation ⇒ w/ recluserose

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Trepidation ⇒ w/ recluserose

[Amelia's home, pacing back and forth. She had called Madigan over and well... she looks upset. And understandably so. It had been a while since she had seen either Thor or Loki and if her tracking spell was correct (and it took a hell of a long time to make sure it was right; she was dealing with the Trickster God after all), Loki was on earth-- but she was also following news and... WELP there was that incident in Germany that finally clinched it.

Amelia throws her hands up in the air in exasperation and some green magic seems to spark around her to match her mood.]

What the HELL does he think he's doing!?

[She mad.]

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There's always room for one more. I'll keep you hidden too.

Good. Let's do this thing!

Ha. If I wasn't a high school teacher, I could be a spy with my arsenal of spells that I have.

I'm trying to picture you in a black catsuit, and it's just not working.

What if I lost the glasses?

Ooh, maybe.

I don't think I'll wear anything that form fitting anytime soon though.

Right. That might... take away from the point of this trip.

Will you be okay on your own in... wherever they are if I go looking for Thor?

It'll be fine. It might not even take long.

... I'm so sorry, Amelia.

There's no need for that.

I'm still happy that I was able to meet him and everyone else.

Edited 2012-05-21 23:13 (UTC)

[ you still get another hug because ;o; ]

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