mandalus :: the city of fates.

[The little god appears on the screen looking rather whole, but tired none the less. He snuck in to the Sanctuary and back out as quickly as possible once he felt the ward he placed on his staff responding to his call. How it, and his device here got there he doesn't know.

Loki opened his mouth to speak, maybe apologize to a few people but no sound leaves his lips. He tries again only to have his eyes widen in realization of the price he paid for his death.

Mute.

He quickly switches to text, fumbling with the buttons, the last shot of him shows tears clearly welling up in his usually bright clear eyes.]


I am sorry to those whom I might have harmed...

[He doesn't need to really say that he paid dearly for his folly, the loss of his voice should be enough proof of that. And... He saw that video that got recorded of him before he fell. It caused his chest to tighten and a fresh batch of tears to prick his eyes. He didn't mean to hurt the others here in the same situation. He had been so angry. So lonely Now he just felt unworthy of the love anyone might have once felt for him.]

[The post is accidental at first, coming on when the device gets knocked from his hand by one of the Serpent's fighters.]

Hey! You cannot just hit me like that! You are to follow me, not try to "out rough" me. [Loki strikes the one who moved against him in the face with a staff before turning to pick up his fallen item. Seeing it on, the god smirks a bit, brow arching ever so slightly.] Well… This saves me a bit of time.

[He moved away from the group of men he was with until they were just a small dot in the corner.] Hello my fellows. While you all are "fighting the good fight" as they say, I am unable to join you. While yes, beating up the big bad is a good idea, I fear our ideas of the big bad are a bit different today.

I grow tried of the games our captors play with us. They bring us here, give us people to care for, places to enjoy and things to do. But then it is all gone. You have a family when you go to bed but awake to be with naught. I have lost those I love for the last time. Had my world broken and reshaped once again over the petty whims of those here that would call themselves gods.

[The device falls from his hand but goes no where, staying in the air as the god steps back towards the Serpent marked men.] I am Loki of Asgard. God of Chaos and Mischief. I stand here before you, against the Entity and those who follow. Enjoy your war children.

[With a murmur of an ancient spell, Loki is gone, his device hitting the ground and turning off much the same way it came on.]

[The feed starts when the device falls out of the little god's pocket as he's playing around outside. In a park. Making snow.

Yes. Making snow. He's worked on his manipulation of the air around him and might just be taking advantage of his Frost Giant heritage as well...

There's already a pile around him about two inches and he shows no sign of stopping what he's doing any time soon. After Loki's made more snow, running around in it at the same time, a green glow at his fingertips, the white stuff covers up the device on the ground and times out after too long, killing the feed.]