#seasonstweetings

[damn_yourself_early]

Snow has fallen in the Nexus! Fat, fluffy flakes of white, piling and drifting from ankle- to knee-depth in places. It may still be falling, in places, and in the midst of it all is a Norse godling packing snowballs and a grin. "I swear, I had nothing to do with it--but! What's your favorite thing to do with a fresh fall of snow?"

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[workthroughit]

"Oh? By all means, young Sir Laufeyson." He waves a hand as to urge on a possible demonstration of said tricks. The hand he uses was the one holding the card, which is simply vanished before the gesture even begins. There and gone again in the time it takes to blink.

[damn_yourself_early]

Loki gives a solemn nod. "You have to watch very closely, though." Throwing up a handful of snow, he vanishes like a magician behind a smoke pellet.

[workthroughit]

The man watches the snow fall back to the earth with an amused expression. Then looks left, then right, indeed confirming the young godling has disappeared. He continues to wear a look of subdued, smiling interest.

"Very impressive, young sir! I'll be sure to add it to your file."