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Petrea nodded, "Of course I did. I just thought I'd give you the upper hand in the conversation is all." She took another sip of her drink and her legs began tip swing idly. The telltale signs of her growing bored.

The Little Café

Among the busy streets of the city and ruckus of traffic accompanied with the occasional shouts or road rage, is a small café on the corner of a street. Connected to other buildings, the café only had two floors above it with porches as well. Inside the café was buzzing with life yet, miraculously quiet from the outside world. Some herbs hung upside down to dry and people sat at small tables with drinks and small bites of food. A girl with wavy medium chestnut brown collarbone length hair styled in a half bun, fair skin with freckles, and scar on her right eyebrow’s arch above gray colored eyes is at the counter. She is garnishing sweets with mint, her hands covered with soft black gloves reaching to her wrist. Her outfit is a simple long sleeve white button up with a black ribbon tied in a bow at the collar, knee length black skirt, and black ankle boots. Of course it was accompanied with the café’s workers apron. The name, Petrea, is pinned on said apron.

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Atlas chuckled, "Peraphs she could teach us some when I get back." The stars twinkle a little more and she frowned. "I should go soon. That way I won't miss the orbit of the moon. I'll be back as soon as I can."

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The man grinned and nodded. "Yes, of course." He conjured another portal and tipped his hat to Loki. "Pleasure doing business with you, Prince." With that him and the other men disseapeared.

Petrea was still shaking. One of her hands had the black stain almost gone. However, even in her painful and unconscious state she was fighting to keep part of the curse. She knew the consequences if she gave it up altogether.

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

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Atlas chuckled at the question, "Well, I can be more intimidating if I was to fight. Though, I'm probably the weakest out of all of my kind." The energy from the bracelet glowed before stopping and Atlas could once again pick herself back up. "Do you have other types of magic?"

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"You wished for the look of fate, this is it," He tossed Loki the small black loom. It looked like any other loom, except the needle was weaving itself. "It is specifically your loom, that way you won't mess with the fate of my world. Now, the cards." He held out his hand and was starting to get impatient.

Petrea's body continued to shiver and tremble. However, once they sedated her, she stopped shivering. One could say she looked like she was in a deep sleep.

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

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The man’s minions came through the portal and handed the blade to him. “Is it done?” He asked.

The minion nodded, “The curse had been attached to her for a while. It put her in a weak state and she is currently trying to fight to keep the curse.”

“There is little doubt she’ll make it,” The second minion added.

The man nodded with a grin, “As long as we have some of the curse we’ll be fine. Now Prince, the cards if you will?” The man conjured up the a small loom which seem to weave itself on its own as he patiently waited for Loki to hand over the cards.

Petrea was breathing heavily, the black from using the cards on her left hand slowly began to fade. Her body was shaking and she was exhausted. But she was pulling through, just painfully slow.

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

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"My people were created when the first child wished on a star. Some of us can build other universes while others can only do what I do. We can evolve into a greater form, much like the council who are White stars, but it is rare," Atlas leaned onto Loki, tired and exhausted from today. "What more do you wish to know?"

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The man smiled at the sight or the cards, but frowned upon the question. "The cards won't work unless we have the curse. My men will use a...tool...which will remove the curse and transfer it into it," The man sighed. "Besides, why do you care. Your only using her are you not?"

Not even a second after Petrea stepped into her living room, something wrapped around her neck and yanked her to a wall, ankering itself as two more men held her arms down. Struggling with her feet off the ground she saw the one approaching her carry a black blade. Before she could even shout, said weapon was sheathed inside her side and ripped out. Yet, there was no blood on Petrea or the blade itself, there wasn't even an external or internal wound. The men and rope dropped Petrea to the ground as she clenched her side and groaned. Her body covered in sweat and curled up in a ball from the searing pain. The men opened up a portal from Petrea's room to the warehouse. Her vision began to blur when from the distance she heard a familiar voice call her name and see a white robed figure stand over her. "Aunt Carol?" Petrea then fell unconscious.

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

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"Yes, we are still in New York. This place we've surrounded with numerous charms so it's techniqually off the grid," He turned around to look at him. "Let me see the cards."

Meanwhile, in Petrea's apartment. A loud crash was heard in her kitchen. Already somewhat awake she slipped out from the bed and walked down the hall. "Loki? Are you alright?"

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

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"Don't worry, we are," The man continued to wall down the alleyway. The rising sun providing perfect shadows before he whispers words and the bricks to the wall warp. Nothing changed about them, unless you pass your hand through them of course. "Follow me. It will lead to a warehouse far from here. Oh and before I forget." The man bends down and grabs his ankle cuff. "It might tingle." Muttering a few more words the bracelet warps and the man pulls, the cuff passing directly through Loki's body without harm before dropping it on the ground. It was still on and materialized exactly how it was before. It was even still able to work. "Let's go."

Meanwhile, Petrea slowly opened her eyes and sat up. "Loki?" She looked around in her hazy state.

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

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Petrea tossed slightly when he got up from the bed, but otherwise she stayed asleep. Her companions were nowhere in sight and three city was just beginning to wake up.

Outside off the shop on the first floor was the man in the fedora. He checked his watch, annoyed for Loki taking so long.

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

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Petrea hummed and simply changed her clothes before going to the other side of the bed and crawling in. "Loki...thank you..." Petrea had her eyes closed and nuzzled into the pillow.

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

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Send me “Do you know where you are?” for an AU in which my muse is a robot and yours is activating them for the first time.

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"Could you?" Petrea chuckled. Though, after a moment she slowly got up and groaned. "Why are you still up?" With a somewhat blurry vision she stood and went to her dresser to pull out a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt.

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

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Petrea shifted in her sleep and gave a small groan before curling up and nuzzling her face in her pillow. "Yeah," Her drowsy voice mutters. It wasn't him picking her up or the sounds of the lock which woke her. It was the simple kiss, though she was still on the edge of a dreamless deep sleep and complete consciousness.

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

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Petrea's hands slowed down to a gentle brush before they stopped all together. Her eyes closed and body slack. Her breathing was even and steady. Petrea had fallen asleep the stress of today taking it's toll and the silence and comfort Loki provided put her to sleep. Unknown to Petrea. The cards under the bed in a simple locked box was unguarded. Her companions are nowhere near her or in the building.

Behind the Clouds (Closed Starter @becontrolled)

Clouds of gray covered people’s faces and their vision. Sweaty bodies were bumping together and tumbling out of the scene. Music, so loud and blaring, you almost couldn’t hear yourself think. Though amongst the club, a lone figure sat in the corner. Her short brown hair is loose and her hazel eyes scan the crowd. Her pale skin vaguely colored from the lights. Though unlike some other party members dressed in short dresses and high heels. She was dressed in casual clothing: a black skirt, a white button up blouse, and some black short heels. Her legs were swinging idly until a figure steps in front of her and beckons her forward. She blows smoke out of her face and gets up. “About damn time,” With nothing more to say she follows.

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Atlas shook her head, "If I mix the energy with mine," the bracelet gave a gentle glow and gave the apperance of a molten rainbow, "once my body gets use to it. It won't harm me. Though the first couple days or hours depend on how bad my condition is." The bracelet stopped glowing before Atlas' body relaxed and color began to return to her. Her hair even began to shift it's occasional color once more. "Thank you, Loki, this means a lot to me."

Mystic Meandering (closed starter)