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Hey y'all! Busy weekend for me so potentially no replies this weekend, but if y'all wanna send any asks or anything of the sort, feel free!
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" Inhale The Moment " //© Jacco Kliesch
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OKAY. Whew! Drafts cleared. I'm gonna do a sweep to make sure I didn't miss anything but otherwise that's it from me for today. I have a graduation to attend today! I should get some more replies in tomorrow if anything!
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"Your laws don't apply to me." Kairo hissed. "Besides, who's to say that you all -" She said, referring to humans as a whole, "didn't snatch it sneakily in the first place? Without any sort of due process of laws and whatnot. Better to just let me have it, I can return it and you save face."
"It belongs to your homeland?" Clint asked. "We have laws requiring us to return artifacts, I think it would apply to this orb if it's of cultural significance to your people."
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Jacob partly took it at face value that Strange was recommending him to somewhere as illustrious and respectable as Kamar-Taj, before catching the wink and chuckling. "I am very grateful and incredibly lucky - I won't let you down." He said, "Maybe I'll be like Charlie and inherit Kamar-Taj." A vague Charlie and the Chocolate Factory reference to follow Stephen's.
Thor's confused, but tries not to show it on his face.
Quickly, Jacob noted down his email, making sure to save it as a contact. He snorted softly, caught himself, and quickly tried to play it off as a cough. "Y-Yeah, uh, being raised on Earth - Midgard - meant I had a phone and used a computer once I was old enough. Mum's native here and all." Jacob's oblivious to Thor's squint of disbelief that Stephen would call him out like that.
Something sort of like a 'why I oughta' look, you know. "I know how to use a phone!" He said defensively.
"Uncle Thor, mum and I had to teach you." Jacob furrowed his brows at him.
"Mine is my name, too. You'll see it when I email you." Jacob added as Thor grumbled something, tucking his phone away.
Seeing the young man agree to the proposal he's made causes the smile on Stephen's features to widen; He nods, very much satisfied, then gives Jacob's shoulder a brief pat with his hand before pulling back, followed by him straighening a bit.
"---That's the spirit, kid. I promise that you won't regret it; Kamar-Taj is basically a hotspot for many magical souls who seek help or guidance, so much so that not everyone's accepted." The smile turns into a bit of a proud smirk then, with Strange humming, something smug appearing on his features as he offers a brief wink to the other.
"How very convenient to have someone like me, who is the one and only master of the mystic arts - it gives you a golden ticket straight to where many people want to go but need to work hard for. Lucky you."
A brief glance is thrown over at Thor, with the sorcerer gauging his reaction to the whole deal, before he takes a soft inhale of air, smirk softening again as he folds his hands onto the small of his own back.
"But seriously: It's very brave of you to go for it. It might be scary, I know, but I promise it will be okay. As long as you yourself try your best and face the obstacles that are thrown your way, you can do - and achieve - what you wish for."
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"---And, uh, email I can do. it's Doctor Stephen Strange at gmail dot com, easy to remember. ...Pleasantly surprised about you knowing how to do that; Last time I talked to your uncle here---" Yes, he means Thor, obviously, "---I realized that not all Asgardians are, apparently, able to do that. So... yeah. Good."
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continued from here | @hoovedrycal
It isn't often that Kori wasn't able to defend himself - but the overwhelm came from an increased instance of pushing himself to exhaustion - long hours at the clinic - and the group finding him at a state of no awareness. The scuffle happened and he genuinely had no idea why they had trouble with him.
Then shouts, and the fighting stopped - his face stung and he was sure there was bleeding somewhere not immediately seen, but instead of faces jeering down at him, there was a solitary figure. A voice spoke in his mind, and he replied. Th-Thank you.
He watched the group of individuals, scruffily dressed, falling over whether whipped by Regulus' tail or trying to jump out of reach. One stood out to him - a young man that swore Kori up and down for being unable to treat his younger brother any more past the disease that plagued him. He'd made good on his threat to Kori. D-Don't hurt them! He plead to Regulus.
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Through Jacob's lifetime, in his youth, when he'd surrounded himself with books, he'd learned what he could of where his father came from. Learned what humans have written of the gods they worshipped. And Sigyn's name had come up. It was, admittedly, a bit jarring considering how he'd come around, and he always worried felt that should she ever make an appearance, or should Jacob ever go to meet her somehow, that she would hate him somehow.
When the opportunity arose, thanks to his Uncle Thor's behest, and encouragement from his mum, Jacob finally took it.
He feels a lump in his throat immediately, though briefly, as her arms come around him, and it's familiar that he bends down to hug her back, a young man as tall as his father.
"I-I'm alright." He said. "I-I've been working, you know. H-How are you?"
@wildcxrds said: "I brought some seeds for your garden. I thought about bringing a bouquet but— this way you can grow them and enjoy them longer."
conversational sentence starters. | accepting.
"Thank you, but you didn't need to bring me anything." Sigyn insists, but her smile is warm - as is the brief embrace she pulls Jacob into.
She has realised, at this point in her long life, that it is completely impossible for her not to care about any of Loki's children. There is a part of her beloved in each of them, and that is more than enough reason for them to hold a place in her heart.
"I'm just happy to see you. How are you?"
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To have experienced a loss as great as this, Thor felt selfish to wallow in having lost his brother when Sigyn was still there, likely feeling ten times what he felt.
The God sighs gently through his nose and motions for her to sit, drawing up a chair for her and himself. He, too, felt a torrential wave of emotion within him, thinking of Loki's betrayal, his fall to his greed, the darkness of his own heart, before Thor saw a flash of the Loki he once knew just seconds before he'd plummeted to the endless void of space.
But Sigyn, a soul that now was like a sister to him, suffered too. "I know." He mirrored, small amount of words reflecting back that he felt what she did too in this time of grief. "I'm sorry.. I wish it hadn't turned out like this."
@wildcxrds said: "Well, I've been wanting to talk to you. But I don't really know how to put it all in words."
conversational sentence starters. | accepting.
She knew Thor would come and find her, eventually. Not that she's been difficult to find; despite the whispers and the stares from the court - and the genuine concern, from a small handful of people she's close with - she's continued with her duties in the days since the destruction of the Bifröst.
Since Loki fell.
If she stops, if she lets herself think about it all for too long, she thinks she might fall apart entirely.
But she offers her friend the faintest of smiles. It doesn't reach her eyes, but she knows he'll forgive her that.
"I know." Sigyn is aware her voice is quieter than usual, but makes no effort to change that fact. "I... I don't know what to say, or do, or think, so I just..." Carry on, she thinks, cursing the catch in her throat which steals those words from her lips.
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There were some dashes of crimson on his shirt, but none of it belonged to him. It was transferred there from Jacob's attempt to help Bucky up, before withdrawing when he seemed to finally get to his feet. At worst, the young man was shaking like a leaf and about as white as a ghost.
"I-I'll be okay. You- y-you can barely stand -- you need help -" He fished around in his pocket, fumbling and dropping his phone, which had already shut down and he hissed at himself, "Damnit!"
@wildcxrds asked: " holy shit, are you okay ? " - Jacob to Bucky!
blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! | Accepting
Bucky picks himself up off the ground, breathing heavily and bleeding almost as heavily. He wipes his mouth with the back of his normal hand before spitting blood onto the ground with a grunt. Bucky looks over at Jacob and nods his hand at the other.
"Y-yeah. I'm fine." He mutters, swaying a bit but holding himself up. "Are you okay?"
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"I suppose as someone who has literally come from the past, it's difficult not to reminisce on it. Especially now that you have some autonomy as of late." As delicately as the hulking God of Thunder could put it, he acknowledged Bucky's past in being brainwashed for as long as he was, and the fact that he, like, Steve, had been ripped from time and plopped into the future.
"Despite it all, you flourish as best as you could." He commended Bucky with a tilt forward of his head and a smile. "I think you need some more grace for yourself." Maybe kind of an obvious observation, but sometimes just saying those things aloud helped people, right? Thor's had to do it once or twice, especially these days.
"There are days I wish Asgard still existed as it once did. Beautiful and golden.. But it's still beautiful now, with an incredibly worthy leader."
✮ – Now that was a good question. What had him immersed in his own thoughts, exactly? Perhaps a little bit of everything, maybe his current situation as the leader of a very special team. They gave him headaches, made his mood somewhat of a mess throughout the week, but at the end of the day it allowed him to do something good.
He wasn’t looking for redemption, perhaps he was way past that. But for the longest time Bucky thought he didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life, now that he could call it his own.
“Many things at once, I suppose”, he shrugged. “I’m trying to keep moving, lookin’ ahead and so on. That’s what people tell me, that I shouldn’t focus on the past.”
He made a pause.
“Sometimes it’s difficult not to.”
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"Even better - are we shooting the arrow ourselves or perhaps positioning it in a way where it'll hit the floor directly before him so it detonates all over him?"
Natasha nodded.
"Precisely. And in a stroke of good fortune, I have managed to obtain two of Clint's glitter bomb arrows."
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