[the copies descend on the cultist in a deluge of black and green, punctuated by flashes of silver, so fast and so dense that it is clear he's having trouble tracking the real Loki. behind it all there's the rising chaos of Queen, chanting. find. me. somebody to love. somebody - FIND ME - somebody - FIND ME...
the Empathogen edges closer and closer to the DJ station, and Ronstadt checks quickly, his Craydar easily picking out the genuine god from the copies. he sees that things are in position, and decides it's the perfect time to act. willingly, he lets his own natural protection take over, Loki's spell falling like melting snow as his eyes begin to glow white-hot and a red aura surrounds him. the Empathogen tries to claim Ronstadt, to no avail. he simply reaches out his hand, remembering that lonely year when he roamed the country without any answers. he knows how it feels to have your heart starve.]
C'mon, buddy. It's okay. I get it. I got you.
[the Red Diamond Cultist, already at his exertion point, face as ruddy as his hair, covered in flop sweat, has a buggy-eyed moment as Ronstadt seemingly appears out of nowhere to steal his favorite toy.]
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Date: 2021-07-23 04:13 pm (UTC)the Empathogen edges closer and closer to the DJ station, and Ronstadt checks quickly, his Craydar easily picking out the genuine god from the copies. he sees that things are in position, and decides it's the perfect time to act. willingly, he lets his own natural protection take over, Loki's spell falling like melting snow as his eyes begin to glow white-hot and a red aura surrounds him. the Empathogen tries to claim Ronstadt, to no avail. he simply reaches out his hand, remembering that lonely year when he roamed the country without any answers. he knows how it feels to have your heart starve.]
C'mon, buddy. It's okay. I get it. I got you.
[the Red Diamond Cultist, already at his exertion point, face as ruddy as his hair, covered in flop sweat, has a buggy-eyed moment as Ronstadt seemingly appears out of nowhere to steal his favorite toy.]
What in the seven hells--!