Phase 2 - Of Hymns & Religion

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[Loki has heard that this "church" was a place where "gods" were worshiped, but he hadn't had the chance to explore it until now.

He's off on Sundays, and today the idea struck him to check it out.

It's all strange and entirely unfamiliar. He was locked up before the Christian missionaries came into the old gods' territory, so he's seen none of this before. He's standing outside staring up at the steeple, not paying much attention to the girl on the steps yet.

[dclassreyvateil]

[Aurica had her eyes closed, perhaps in thought. She opened them though to look up at the church behind her, before she looked down again. As she did so though, she noticed the man standing there.]

Hello, did you come here to pray at the church? [She had already begun to think about asking people about their religion from their own world, but this was the best way she could come up with a question in greeting an unfamiliar face for now.]

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[...hey. Now that his attention had been drawn to her, she was quite nice-looking.

At her question, he laughs.]

Me? Oh, no. A god doesn't pray to himself, it's quite a roundabout and inconvenient way of doing things. Like asking yourself for a favor.

...though sacrificing oneself to oneself isn't unheard-of. But I never went in for that sort of thing.

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[She dusts off her Mayfield knee-length skirt from the steps she was sitting on. Her response was delayed, but as he kept talking, she started to get it.]

Wait..you're a god? [She stepped closer to the man, almost looking him over in some wonder. She asks sincerely:] What kind of god are you where you're from?

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[He leans forward a little bit, grinning.]

You might call me the god of fun.

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[... She decides to quirk an eyebrow at him, accompanied by a smirk of sorts.]

What kind of fun?

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The best kind. The kind that comes with a bit of danger. The kind that might get you in trouble.

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Hmmm~ sounds interesting. [Aurica puts on a fuller grin.]

I take it you have a lot of adventure where you come from. [She doesn't notice the scars on his mouth, whether magically suppressed or not.]

My name is Aurica, and you?

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[Oh, the scars are certainly there. He just nicely regained them.]

They call me Loki.

If you know the name, you know the adventures I've had. Some of them, anyway -- the humans of Midgard wrote down less than I thought.

Huh, somehow I got two notifs of the same comment o.o

[dclassreyvateil]

[She considers what Loki says for a moment before she finally notices the scars.]

You...your...m--

[She didn't know whether it's polite to point it out or not, but her eyes went wide as she looked at his mouth and she cast her head down just as quickly.]

Did someone...do that to you? What happened..?

sorry bro, I made a minor wording edit. It's all good! AND ANOTHER EDIT.

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[...it's not hard to figure out what she's talking about.]

You must not have heard of me. That's one of the stories that has been passed down. Quite faithfully, I might add, as are most where I get the short end of the stick.

[Loki runs a hand through his hair and sighs.]

The short version of the story is, someone sewed them shut. A long time ago. Whoever's running this town decided to remind me of it last month.

No worries! THAT'S what it does? Now I feel bad for spamming people with multiedits half the time D:

[dclassreyvateil]

[She puts both hands to her mouth in grotesque shock as he describes it, before the feeling goes away moments later and she puts them down again.]

That's horrible...I'm glad you got it fixed, though. It must have been such a problem for you..

I honestly don't know anything about Midgard or its stories, sadly. I think I come from a much different world.

nah it's cool, most people understand I think. Especially if it makes the tag better

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[Darkly.]

You have no idea. For a god who lives on his wits and his words, being unable to speak is a torment like none other.

[He waves a hand, though, dismissing it. As much resentment as the scars fill him with, now isn't the time to dwell on it. Not when he's got a good first impression to make in front of this girl, anyway.]

But none of that now. You know nothing about my stories, and that's a travesty that should be remedied. Would you like to hear them? There's no one better at telling stories than I am.

[Except Bragi, god of poetry. But Bragi isn't here.]

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Ah, if you wanted to see the church in the first place, I shouldn't stop you.

[Though after a moment she realized her curiosity for myth tales like those she knew back home, and these tales would be real as well as from a very god, too.]

But, sure, is this place good for telling them? [She looked around her; the steps seemed as good an audience seating as anything around here.]

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It's as good a place as any. The church can wait -- it'll still be here when we're done.

[He goes and sits down on the steps next to her, leaning his forearms on his knees.]

I suppose I'd better start from the beginning -- unless you want me to skip all the creation nonsense and get to the good parts?

Tell me if the BGM doesn't suit you! @_@

[dclassreyvateil]

[Aurica decided to sit down near him as well, thinking on which choice to prefer.]

I'd like to hear about how it got started, but if it's too much of a bother that's fine too.

♪ BGM: Of Norse Not! (Repeat)