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made waves with some friends I know

The season is a'changing, the weather is warmer. The forecast calls for high temperature, low humidity and a light breeze. A near perfect day. What better reason to gather the friends and have a good time with a bonfire? Grab a beer, have a seat. Cheery tunes fill the salty air. There's plenty of room and so much to eat.

Matt Murdock is actually dressed for the beach. Still likely more than usual. He burns so easily. There's no way he could have done this alone. Anyone who is anyone in Nexus knows that there is that distinct Verity Willis touch on everything. If the sounds and the sights don't get you, it is going to be whatever Clint has on the grill. That man is magic.

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"I am always interesting in learning about cultures and places I have not visited."

Since Loki is going big with the trench, Hunter is not afraid to also go big with the piles of sand for turrets and paths for the inner keep of the castle. He ensures that the sand is compacted enough to be a good foundation.

"Well, the Aesir are the gods of the Norse--you've heard of the Norsemen, yes? The Vikings?"

"I have heard of the Vikings." Hunter listens intently, even as he starts working on forming one of his sand piles into a tall, twisting turret for the inner keep of the castle.

"Well, the Aesir were their gods." Loki pauses to dig, then amends, "that's an odd use of the past tense. The Aesir are still around, obviously, but people don't really go a-viking anymore, and Scandanavia's mostly Christian or nonreligious. But normally, the way I said it would mean the Aesir aren't around anymore."

"So they are Gods without a large group of people to believe and support them." Hunter hasn't really thought about his own beliefs recently.

Once upon a time, he would have been blinded by his upbringing and not put any serious thought into Gods.

Or witches for that matter. Strange how a magical curse changes those viewpoints.

"I suppose that's one way of looking at it," Loki concedes, still digging. "On the other hand, if people lived on an island, and then didn't, does the island no longer have people to believe and support it?"

"Very good point."

Hunter reaches for his bag, where he can pull out some of his art brushes, and a pencil. They will make good sand-carving tools right now.

"But I would imagine that the island might be a little lonely without its people."

"Well, now that is a point," Loki admits, shaping his ridge of sand into the beginnings of a wall. "But what about you? What's your story?"

"I was your typical spoiled son of a rich man, until a witch cursed me and changed my appearance."

Hunter moved to work on some finer details of his first turret. "But in the end, I discovered more of myself. And the Nexus."

"Ah? You ought to meet my brother, sometime," Loki suggests. "He was a spoiled prince, too, until he had some humbling experiences of his own."

"Did he? Interesting."

"My witch had said that by finding someone to love me, with the changed appearance, would break the curse."

"But after my allotted year was completed, the love I had found was more appropriate of friendship instead of romantic. She was still important to me, but we parted ways. She traveled the world. I found the Nexus."

"How do you know you didn't break the curse?" Loki asks. "Magic and wordplay can be tricky like that, take it from one who knows."

"The tattoos, the scars, the piercings were all part of Kendra's magic on me. I thought they were connected to her curse..." Hunter tilts his head, contemplating Loki's opinion.

"But perhaps that changed to, since I do not consider my appearance a hindrance any more."

"I have been trying to contact Kendra about the situation. But being who she is, I have been facing a few riddles and unusual dreams."

"Everything we go through leaves its mark," Loki points out. The mention of riddles, though, catches his interest. "I like riddles! What sort have you had?"

"Most recently, I had painted a picture of Kendra... and her magic pulled me to where she was. When I tried to approach her, I could not get close enough. She kept repeating 'It isn't time. You should go. Turn back and save yourself.'"

"Then at the very end, she said 'Sharpen your fangs and your claws, lost one. It isn't time... but it will be. You must wait. You must learn.'"

Hunter pauses in his work on the castle construction. "I feel that our connection is still important. I just don't understand why."

"Sharpen your fangs and your claws," Loki echoes, sitting to think. "Lost one. That means something, I think. That, and the teeth-and-claws lines, those are the ones to chase."

Hunter watches as Loki thinks over the words. "I have been trying to figure out if there is any way to connect fangs and claws to flowers."

He holds out his left arm, the one with the dead rose bush on it. "Kendra had already used the rose theme before."

"Hmm. Roses have thorns, but that feels a little obvious. And what would it have to do with you being lost?" The puzzle has him quiet for nearly a minute before he raises his next question. "When she gave you that puzzle, what were your surroundings? What can you remember about things you saw, or heard, smelled--even just the quality of the light?"

"I was in a smoke-filled room, filled with blaring music. The smoke was misty green. When I pushed through the smoke, it felt like a pulse of electricity was coursing through my skin..." Hunter describes the memory.

"What kind of music, other than loud?"

"The typical rock music they play in clubs."

"The place was very similar to the club that I used to frequent when I was a spoiled youth. It was where Kendra cursed me."

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