[ loki huffs before he holds his palm out. his fingertips glow golden with green highlights. on his palm, a strange sort of dust seems to accumulate. loki then uses his right hand to sculpt what he wants. as he brushes against the dust, it takes form. shape. the glass begins to gleam as it looks like a finished snowglobe, much like the one he had given natasha earlier. ]
[ Silently she watches, blues eyes noting the dance of Loki's had with a sense of wonderment, drawing closer as if the nearness improves visualization. Natalia's seen magic before, experienced it, has teammates capable of it, and yet there are still times when it amazes the Widow. She makes a thoughtful sound and straightens, face rearranging into a careful mask. ]
We may not be friends, but that's still a thing of beauty. Your abilities, would they include altering memories? Or placing some type of mental shield against psychic attacks, things of that nature?
[ Her look isn't so much apologetic as it is modest. ]
Other Loki, da? But the more important follow-up would be does it hurt? When it's not deliberate, obviously. Because I may or may not be contemplating a way to cash in that favor owed.
[ Natalia is a spy with high clearance within S.H.I.E.L.D. ... and she keeps files on everyone.
She crosses her arms with a hesitant frown and furrowed brows, cradling Ray's gift in the crook of her elbow. ] The memory invasion bullshit, and the hallucinations brought on by the Mares, and the club practically every time you enter, I would prefer to have some kind of buffer against those attacks in the future. With the understanding that, yeah, it's fucking Hell and there's probably no guarantee, but something has to be better than nothing, right?
Okay. Right. ((nods a few times too many)) Let me sleep on it? Asking you to play Ded Moroz is one thing, but letting someone who is an enemy back home into my mind is a little more difficult to accept. I haven't been around to watch you make progress; you'll understand my reservations, I'm sure.
[ loki gives a little snort. yes, he qualifies as hers, but bold of natalia to think she qualifies as his. he may not trust her overtly much but he certainly does not fear her. ]
I don't particularly care either way. The choice is yours.
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We may not be friends, but that's still a thing of beauty. Your abilities, would they include altering memories? Or placing some type of mental shield against psychic attacks, things of that nature?
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It does. That was an astute guess.
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Other Loki, da? But the more important follow-up would be does it hurt? When it's not deliberate, obviously. Because I may or may not be contemplating a way to cash in that favor owed.
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It should not. Though sometimes the intensity of the memories can prove to be disorientating.
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She crosses her arms with a hesitant frown and furrowed brows, cradling Ray's gift in the crook of her elbow. ] The memory invasion bullshit, and the hallucinations brought on by the Mares, and the club practically every time you enter, I would prefer to have some kind of buffer against those attacks in the future. With the understanding that, yeah, it's fucking Hell and there's probably no guarantee, but something has to be better than nothing, right?
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I can put in a ward, yes. If it is extreme, then there's nothing I can do, but it should dampen the more . . . daily effects that happen in Hell.
Hover
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I don't particularly care either way. The choice is yours.
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[ Arms uncross and she holds up the globe but is looking at Loki, features set back into gratitude. ] Thank you, again, for this.
[ Natalia means to show herself out, and unless he has more to say, she pivots to do so. ]
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[ as he ushers her out. ]