Who: Loki & Open When: Tuesday morning What: Feeling a bit shit Where: Park in wheel 5
The first moment he had regained consciousness, he had shed his body and climbed out of bed. Even as a ghost, his form was speckled. Where usually his spectral form blended out most of the background, now there was no doubt what he stood in front. His contour was frazzled. To draw power from the stones, you needed to let them in. Loki did not have a container to open up that gate to their powers. So the connection had been open throughout the fight. They had slowly ate his physical form until there was not much more left to keep him going. He remembered the end. He remembered the choice he had to make. Now he pushed those thoughts away. They were too much to bear.
Instead he stared into the dark sky while anger and frustration growled deep inside of him. This place offered no distraction and he could not face the grief hiding inside his own house.