FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
Loki chuckled a little. "sounds like a noble cause. this helps make people get better from injuries and sickness?" he asked curiously. "there is no such things as ghosts." Loki scoffed with a roll of his eyes. "Hela would allow no soul to suffer so." "...Hela?" "the ruler of Nifelheimr. the world of the dead." Loki explained. "my daughter by adoption." Loki explained before smirking at Tony. "it would only require an alteration of about thirty two genomes for you to be able to conceive. not a difficult task at all for a Goddess." Loki teased with a smirk. "seams. you know, where the cloth overlaps?" he asked, indicating his own pants. Loki took a look at most of the empty rooms, but finally fixated on one that was higher up and only had one huge window facing outwards to the city and the empty sky. a wiggle of his fingers and Loki made the entire wall a window, after asking permission first of course. he created a huge blackout curtain that he could draw across the window and make it as dark as pitch in the room if he so pleased.
he set up a small table that Loki could kneel in front of and it would reach his hips, and set a kneeling pillow in front of it, explaining as he went along. "She has three faces." he explained. "Birth, Life, and Death. when working with Birth you will want direct sunlight. when working with Death, you want it as dark as possible. Life should be candlelight." he explained with a smile as he pulled a heavy black cloth out of thin air, no doubt from his room. in a triangle he placed three different daggers. "For Life, Death, and Birth." he explained. "depending on which Aspect of her i want to call, will depend on which i cut with." he explained as he set out a set of tiny stone bowls. one which was filled with water, one filled with granules that looked almost like dirty salt, and one which was holding a green flame. "it is fueled by my magic." Loki explained. "so long as this bowl holds flame, i am alive." he admitted. "it shows Trust in the Mother that she will guide and protect me." he admitted. "Fire for Birth, because Fire can never die. Earth for Life, ever shifting, always changing, always existing. and water for Death, for we all must cross the River in the end." he admitted with a smile.
then he took out another tiny bowl and settled it in the middle of the three knives and adjusted it just so very carefully, looking very critical. as if it was the most important. "this is the sacrificial bowl. in Life, you can not gain anything, without giving up something else. sometimes it is material wealth, money or an expensive trinket you don't really need. sometimes it is personal, a favorite thing given by a loved one, or a memento from a happy childhood. sometimes it is self, blood, flesh or even hair." he admitted. "usually blood, for it is blood that is the most sacred." he admitted with a smile, well aware that the invisible voice was recording this for Bruce. who was just as curious about it as Tony was. and then, finally Loki pulled out a statue which he carefully settled at the top of the Altar. "The Lady Mother, Bringer of Birth, Giver of Life, and Guide of Death." Loki murmured respectfully to the statue before settling her in place. she was so swathed in robes it was hard to tell if she was truly human, but there was no denying she was female, despite that she had no face. it was simply a blank spot surrounded by long hair. in one arm she held a baby, swaddled in cloth. at her feet a child clung to her leg. it was impossible to tell how old it was. behind her stood a large thirteen pronged buck that had too long of a tail and had bird like feet instead of hooves. on her shoulder, opposite the one that held the babe was a Raven, or maybe a Crow while a cat with two tails and too long a body crept around as if moving to pounce playfully on a hem. in her hand was a long magnificent staff. it was beautiful, and creepy.
he set up a small table that Loki could kneel in front of and it would reach his hips, and set a kneeling pillow in front of it, explaining as he went along. "She has three faces." he explained. "Birth, Life, and Death. when working with Birth you will want direct sunlight. when working with Death, you want it as dark as possible. Life should be candlelight." he explained with a smile as he pulled a heavy black cloth out of thin air, no doubt from his room. in a triangle he placed three different daggers. "For Life, Death, and Birth." he explained. "depending on which Aspect of her i want to call, will depend on which i cut with." he explained as he set out a set of tiny stone bowls. one which was filled with water, one filled with granules that looked almost like dirty salt, and one which was holding a green flame. "it is fueled by my magic." Loki explained. "so long as this bowl holds flame, i am alive." he admitted. "it shows Trust in the Mother that she will guide and protect me." he admitted. "Fire for Birth, because Fire can never die. Earth for Life, ever shifting, always changing, always existing. and water for Death, for we all must cross the River in the end." he admitted with a smile.
then he took out another tiny bowl and settled it in the middle of the three knives and adjusted it just so very carefully, looking very critical. as if it was the most important. "this is the sacrificial bowl. in Life, you can not gain anything, without giving up something else. sometimes it is material wealth, money or an expensive trinket you don't really need. sometimes it is personal, a favorite thing given by a loved one, or a memento from a happy childhood. sometimes it is self, blood, flesh or even hair." he admitted. "usually blood, for it is blood that is the most sacred." he admitted with a smile, well aware that the invisible voice was recording this for Bruce. who was just as curious about it as Tony was. and then, finally Loki pulled out a statue which he carefully settled at the top of the Altar. "The Lady Mother, Bringer of Birth, Giver of Life, and Guide of Death." Loki murmured respectfully to the statue before settling her in place. she was so swathed in robes it was hard to tell if she was truly human, but there was no denying she was female, despite that she had no face. it was simply a blank spot surrounded by long hair. in one arm she held a baby, swaddled in cloth. at her feet a child clung to her leg. it was impossible to tell how old it was. behind her stood a large thirteen pronged buck that had too long of a tail and had bird like feet instead of hooves. on her shoulder, opposite the one that held the babe was a Raven, or maybe a Crow while a cat with two tails and too long a body crept around as if moving to pounce playfully on a hem. in her hand was a long magnificent staff. it was beautiful, and creepy.