[identity profile] theban-sphinx.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] neutral_omens
Time: May 6th, 2001
Status: Private, Sphix, Loki, (Anathema and/or Gabriel, if they want to)
Setting: The hospital wing
Summary: Sphix goes to see Loki



Sphix sneaked up the stairs, ready to flee at any sign of the inspector. The route to the hospital had never seemed quite as long, and twice she was about to turn back and just go, leave this place and her acquaintances behind. The reasons for her detour in the hospital still stood, however, and besides, he was just one inspector. While one never knew with humans, not for certain, changes were she would win any direct confrontation. As far as she knew, the police in this country wasn't in the habit of carrying guns.

The sphinx opened Loki's door, careful to make as little noise as possible, and slipped into the room. Once in, she suddenly didn't know what to say. She rarely had any reason for farewells, anyway. She nodded at the god, hand still on the door handle. This had to be quick.

Date: 2007-11-10 08:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leucemic-god.livejournal.com
There was the familiar sound of his door opening and Loki looked up. A woman stood there, hand on the handle, looking unsure. Had she walked through the wrong door maybe and was now wondering whether to apologise or just walk out?

Loki was bored, though. A visitor promised entertainment. He did not want her to go.

"Hello," he greeted in the first language that came to mind, which just happened to be an old variant of Icelandic. "You look familiar."

Date: 2007-11-13 01:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leucemic-god.livejournal.com
"Oh," Loki realised. "I speak several languages and I didn't even know it. Why are you going?"

If she'd come to say good bye, she must know him, he thought. But he didn't know her and that was a real pity. He wished he had the chance to get to know her.

"Are you going far away? Will you be back soon?" Maybe he could go visit her, if he ever got better, or maybe she'd visit him again when she returned.

Date: 2007-11-17 09:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leucemic-god.livejournal.com
His mind was mixed up? Well, that could explain why he couldn't remember anything.

"Who's they?" Perhaps he ought to take measures to protect himself from them? But would he remember that long enough to go through with it? "What is the police? Is it a bad thing?"

He didn't have any memories of the police, though there were some emotions connected to the word, rater contradictory emotions. Did he like or fear the police?

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