❆ So you're feeling tied up to a sense of control

[wolfofmidgard]

Who: Meja and you.
When: Day 151, afternoon.
Where: Somewhere between the library and the hydroponics lab.
What: Wary of growing complacent, Meja is back to experimenting with magic to see if she can't make any breakthroughs.
Warning: n/a

The hallways are, for the most part, just as quiet as usual.

Except for the occasional bit of sound, near the library, which sometimes coincides with a flicker in the overhead lighting. A sharp crack, almost like a tiny lightning bolt.

In the hydroponics lab, the plants have had as much tending as they need, today, as far as Meja is concerned, and so she's onto another project for the afternoon and, maybe, the evening. Until the building gets tired of her and unseats her experimentation, at least, but for now the thing is still going strong.

She's cross-legged against a wall, a collection of loose ceiling tiles on the ground in front of her. With one of her throwing daggers, she's notching certain runes into them and, when they look right, places her hand on them and presses them to the wall. That's when the noise occurs, with an occasional bright flash, though each one varies.

The Valkyrie's expression is thoughtful and concentrated. Walking up to her almost unnoticed would probably be fairly easy. Easier than normal, certainly.

Comments

[laevisilaufeyson]

Since Thor's arrival, the occupation of his own quarters for any reason but absolute necessity has seemed unwise to Loki. Equally unwise would be to grow complacent, and so he explores, wanders shifting hallways in an attempt to make some sense of them, find some weak point. Often unfamiliar paths lead him to familiar places, and now is no different, save in the sight that greets him.

For a time he pads silently about at a distance, gaze keen and focused, other senses reaching out and teasing at the edges of her work. Interesting. Very interesting. And she knew him.

"I have not encountered a mortal with as much talent for magic in centuries," he says finally, voice mild, carefully pitched as to be as unthreatening as his posture where he stands, still some distance away, hands folded in front of him.

"May I ask what you mean to accomplish? Perhaps I could be of some assistance." And gauge the depth of her knowledge and power in the process. It is always wise to know those who might consider one an enemy.

[cinereoargenteus]

Garrett's quivering nose picks up the scent immediately. Some of the areas and people in this place smelled faintly of magic. This, though, is much stronger. There's someone actively using it. He follows his nose all the way from his room, turning down the twisting corridors until he sees Meja.

The fox bounces forward a few steps, nearly tackling Meja in his excitement. He sounds triumphant. "Aha! I knew I smelled magic!"