[Closed] Catch-all

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WHO: Squall, and others
WHAT: Catch-all for miscellany + girlfriend is gone
WHERE: Dorms?
WHEN: February
WARNING: Experiencing loss?

[Top levels within.]

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SHUT UP!!

[Lightning strikes at the wall above Rinoa's bed, a tiny explosion accompanying it that's too close for comfort in such a small room. He raises his hand again - his left where a spell tattoo sits - and a radius of light surrounds him, one that lets him summon a spike of light in said hand.]

They took her!

[He needs to tear this town apart. Rip into every one of the Head's iterations. Something. Anything.]

[morethanatrickster]

[Outwardly, Loki is still calm, though if Squall were paying attention in the second before the Jotun bursts into action, he'd seen the flash of rage in his eyes, the flex of his jaw. His movements were preternatural, far too quick to be human, as he raised a hand, a wheeled desk chair materializing behind the young man, a second later, with a snide smirk and comment of, "Please, take a seat", a burst of telekinetic energy and a flash of green energy flew from his outstretch palm, shoving Squall into that new chair, and the chair rolling with a resounding thud into Rinoa's bed.

He proceeds forward, reaching out with his other hand, warmth spreading from that palm as well, and shoves it against Squall's forehead.]

You have no rage. [The words are laced with more power, an intense and powerful telepathic impression. What anger? There is no anger. It isn't designed to last long, only a few minutes, but that should be long enough for Loki to learn what he needs to from his mind and to speak without the moron destroying his room. The follows the impression with another, memory seeking spell, a simple one. He wants to know what Squall got up to with Rinoa last night.

....and it turns out it was nothing.

Damn.

He moves away from the boy, taking a seat on his own bed, back straight, and folding his hands on his lap.]

It would seem they have, yes. A rather unfortunate turn of events.

[His voice was calm, but only a credit to his centuries of lying. He was rancorous. Another he cared for, gone, and at the whim of the Head no less. Oh how he longed to watch this city burn.] I assume you came here first?

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[Squall only set his focus on Loki again when he catches on to movement. Not that it helped him keep away from the whirlwind of movement that Loki carries him into. There's no time to even protest the palm on his forehead as the sudden loss of his anger confuses him more than anything.

The last he saw Rinoa was around the evening before they went their separate ways. Nothing that stands out... which just makes the whole thing worse. He feels like he should be angry by the time Loki moves away. He frowns vaguely, touching his own forehead as if it would spur some annoyance back.]

... Yeah. Something felt off when I woke up.

[The numbness is giving way to sadness now so he just covers his eyes instead, elbow on the arm of this chair whose appearance should be weird on a normal day.

He's not going to cry dammit.]

[morethanatrickster]

Something felt "off."

[He wasn't sure what they might mean, but he nodded, prodding Squall to more explanation. The spell wouldn't last long and he needed information.]

What do you mean?