[Warmth.   Light.   Anticipation.

He was surrounded on all sides by others. Hundreds. Thousands. Formless. Waiting and basking in the love and safety and comfort of their home. Together and focused for one purpose. Hope. Light. Birth.


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So.... this monster in the ruins.

I gotta wonder if it's anything like the toothy thing I saw out in the mist a couple weeks ago. Cause if it is... boy, warning flier is right. Nasty thing to run into if it's near the city.

I was calling it a land shark... but it might be more of a.... flying shark.

[snorting laughter and Trickster shakes his head]

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[The Trickster sits at a small table, elegantly and elaborately decorated for the holidays, covered with all manner of desserts and chocolate and sweet snacks.]

I've gotta hand it to whoever came up with these baskets. This is the good stuff. Truly, the food of the gods.

[A small bowl directly in front of him is filled with small, glowing, jelly-like ( Read more... )

[The video feed turns on and it's not clear if it was accidental or not as the image is blurry and hard to make out. If you squint cross-eyed you might be able to make out the speedily passing glimpses of sky and buildings, water and more sky. Trickster's should and ear dominate the side of the screen, as if the device was perched on his shoulder. ( Read more... )

Bring your bibs and your claw crackers! I've found the mother load of all seafood.

All you can eat!

[starts to sing a little ditty and dances around, shaking it]

Are you achin'~ Yup yup yup

For~ some lobster~ Yup yup yup

He's a big crab! Yup yup

You can be a big crab too~ Oi!

The dream -or memory - opens with the conference room of a fancy hotel, the seats of a long table filled with the deities of various mythologies. They're all wearing name tags, which makes identifying them convenient. Odin. Zao Shen. Mercury, Baldur, Ganesh, Baron Samedi. Kali. Along with a half dozen others whose tags aren't clearly seen ( Read more... )

In my utter and complete boredom - bar the arrival of certain idiots - an idea has occurred to me ( Read more... )

The Mist has been a busy ... entity-ish thing lately. All the new blood coming through the Door is sure to stir things up a bit ( Read more... )

Oh, fuck no. Nu uh. No way.

Can someone kill me again? Please.

I am so not dealing with that knucklehead bringing that shit down here. He attracts trouble like it's his damn job. Wasn't the Apocalypse bad enough? Shoo.

....

Also, hello, brother.

[Trickster looks about as agitated as anyone's ever seen him.]

[The video opens up to a view of elves. Lots of elves. And boars. Lots of boars.

The elves and boars are battling it out on the edge of the Mist. Some boars falling from multiple spear thrusts, but many more elves falling to the hooves and tusks of the boars. There must be several dozen of both sides and slowly the boars are gaining ground.] ( Read more... )