|Richard Wainwright (atrickstertype) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-11-01 21:42:00
Welcome Back My Friends/ To the Show that Never Ends
Who: Loki and James
What: An Early Morning Wake Up Call: Loki Style
Where: Pax 508
When: Around 4:00 am, October 31, 2011, directly after this
Warnings: Yes? Probably? TBA
Loki did not fly up the steps of the Pax, but only because he lacked the proper appendages. It was hard to imagine moving any faster in this form, even with muscle memory awakening images of Richard's much younger days as a high school track star. Back then, Richard had been fast. Now, spurred on by almost three hours of sheer terror and a blast of realization, Loki was a blur. He was through the doors to the Pax, leaving Melinoe behind him, and on his way up the inner stairs before the doorman even looked up. The stairs fell away in huge strides as he used the handrails to propel him up three or four steps at a time.
Because he had realized. He had realized whose voice it had been that had awakened him within Richard only a few hours ago, the voice he had been trying to place ever since he awoke on the bus. With that realization came a solid, sure point in this confusing new world, a point that literally could not change. He could never change, and it had driven Loki crazy more often than not, but now it was a surety. And what ever else had happened between him and that ragr son-of-a-weeping-sore, he could forgive it all for this.
The doorway to the fifth floor burst open in front of him, and he ran to the first door, thanking whatever forces still existed that Richard had happened to see its occupant walk into it once during the last few weeks. It was locked, of course, but that was no hindrance to Loki. He slammed a palm into the lock itself, which screeched like the dead as powers long unused (and recently misused)burned into life and the tumblers of the cheap handle unlocked in ways and at a speed they had never been meant to withstand. He thew the door open and threw himself in after it, looking around for his old friend. "Þór," he cried at the top of his voice, "statt upp og koma með mér! Það eru skrímsli að berjast og ævintýri að hafa og heimurinn er á lífi aftur!"