Loki PSLs with Hazel

[my_belfry_of_fun]

Various PSLs and starters with my friend Hazel.

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[whose_son_am_i]

I can, although I doubt it would go well for the vehicle or its driver.

[Loki remarked with an eyebrow raise. And a twinkle of mischief in blue-green eyes, edging into a smile. Looking in both directions, one after the other, he raised a hand and gestured. Ronstadt might just be able to make out what now looked like a barrier of some kind, flashing lights and all, just at the edge of their sight.]

Much easier to close the road.

[Nor did he really have any intent on removing the illusions anytime soon.]

[ronstadt]

A grin blossomed on his face at the sight of the workhorses, and he clapped Loki enthusiastically on one shoulder - not hard, just appreciative. "Man! That is awesome. I wouldn't have thought of that."

Still, if anyone was going to come along, he wasn't sure he wanted them to see two men disappearing out of thin air, especially men as descriptive as the two of them. Ronstadt jogged up to the front steps of the ghostly orphanage and pushed the door open. Once they were inside, they could hear the faint, traveling sounds of giggling and tiny footsteps thundering across the worn floorboards.

[whose_son_am_i]

The road closures would likely cause confusion too, which Loki certainly wasn't opposed to. Following the other man, Loki stopped in the inside. Not because of the ghosts, although he was listening to that as well. There was a feel of magic here...familiar magic.

"This is the place I was looking for."

[ronstadt]

"I don't know if I should say 'oh good' or 'aw, crap'," Ronstadt muttered, as a young ghostly girl came tearing into the foyer. "Hey, kiddo."

"Can't stop - playing tag!" She squealed, as a little boy came around the corner after her.

"Awh, great. HEY. KID." Ronstadt stepped in his way, and the boy ran right through him, then stopped.

"Awwwwwwww, now you're it," he whined. "Catch me, catch me!"

"Nuh-uh. Time out. My buddy here, Loki? He's got some questions for you."

[whose_son_am_i]

Loki smiled at the child, one of camaraderie and secrets shared, even crouching down to be more on the ghost-child's level. "Hello friend. I'll be quick so you can resume your game soon. Have you noticed anywhere in the house that feels different. Sometimes accompanied by a rainbow of swirling lights stretching outwards?"

[ronstadt]

"Oh!" The boy nodded emphatically, his ethereal cowlick bobbing. "You mean the shiny hallway at the back of the second floor!"

"We used to play bowling with empty milk bottles there," the girl added, "but then the hall turned all these colors and ate our ball..."

Ronstadt locked eyes with Loki. "Sure sounds like your bridge, right? Second floor, here we come."

"And the bottles, too."

[whose_son_am_i]

Nodding, Loki's smile widened a bit. "What about anything else strange in this house? Anything we should watch out for?" Best to get what intelligence they could, before heading off to the second floor.

[ronstadt]

The Boo Kids on the Block looked at each other, frowning. "Just the boogeyman in the basement," the girl replied. "But he stays down there. We get to play everywhere else."

"Sounds like we're golden," Ronstadt grinned. "Thanks, kids. Hey, I'll come back and play hide and seek with you next time, okay? Promise."

[whose_son_am_i]

On the one hand, Loki had no desire to get into another fight. He wasn't Thor, or Volstagg, or Fandral. On the other, if this was a passage to one of the realms, if this 'boogeyman' decided to move then it could be a problem.

Hmmm--he had already cleared out one threat. Moving out of his crouch by the child, Loki brushed off his knees as he straightened. "I can't promise we don't need to poke the boogeyman, but I'd rather avoid a second fight."

[ronstadt]

"Yeah, me too," Ronstadt agreed, moving toward the stairs already. "Especially since that's the one I was telling you about on the way here. C'mon, let's find this hotspot of yours before the building goes poof."

Loki's longer legs might allow him to take the stairs two at a time, but Ronstadt hoofed it up at his usual pace, keeping one hand light on the railing. The striped wallpaper was cracked and peeling, covered in crayon scrawls and stains. Overall, the atmosphere of the place was equally split between charming and terrifying.

[whose_son_am_i]

"How long do we have?" Loki asked curiously. He was well past when his absence would be noted. But that was alright, he knew how he'd tell this tale. How he'd escape with little more than a light scolding. Up to the 2nd floor they went, and the closer they got, the more certain Loki was.

Now the question was, would this hole and tunnel lead back to Asgard, or to another of the nine realms?