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The Roof, Saturday Morning

Using magic on the remaining bruises from the complete moron Phobos was the goal for the day. Ikol's advice on the matter had only been mildly helpful (mostly confusing) and so he was left to his own devices on it.

This would be so much more simple had his elder-self thought to keep his knowledge of magic perfectly intact. Ugh.

For now, he sat on the roof in just his normal clothing from Asgard, hood down as he focused. People here didn't seem to realize this was a remarkably mild winter. Barely even worthy of the name 'winter' at that.

[[Open like a roof!]]

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"Then it's best to accept the help now rather than explain your, ah, limitations," Loki suggested. "Are you limited to just the school grounds?"

"No, I can go down into the town," Anna said. "That's where I arrived. So far I only know I can't leave by the causeway. A few people suggested I might try a portal, but I'm not sure I trust those. I might try leaving through the water." Ghosts had different ideas of 'exit points' than mortals.

It made perfect sense to Loki!

"Then a job should not be concerning. It's not as though you'll be in danger of anyone finding out. They're all terribly dim here."

Loki. Be nice.

"That's not very nice," Anna chided. "They're just...not used to this sort of thing. I think one of them thought I was a vampire." She sounded rather insulted.

"It's not as though you're a Greek ghost." Somewhere... all the Greeks were either confused or sighing.

Anna was also confused! "I'm sorry," she said after a moment, "I'm not terribly up on my Greek."

"They're fed blood to appease them." A beat. "Better than flesh, I suppose."

Like the Disir.

Anna wrinkled up her nose. "No, thank you. I've never eaten anything, and I don't want to." She thought for a moment, then said, "I suppose I should find out if I can."

"Where would it go?" LOKI. He was a teenage boy still, it seemed. "No time like the present to give it a try."

"I don't know," she she admitted readily. "I still have blood," though granted it was black, "so maybe I have a stomach, too?" Being a ghost raised the most interesting questions.

Loki took that moment to give her a firm prod on the arm. As though to test a theory. "I could write for a proper answer if you would like."

Hela would adore that.

His prod would find her to be solid, if cool. She responded by looking annoyed at him, then reaching over to poke him in the arm. See how he liked it. "Who would you write to for that kind of answer?"

Loki frowned, rubbing his arm. "The mistress of Hel, daughter mine."

"She might know," Anna agreed. "If it's any help, my curse was a deal made with a demon called Hiisi." He might have noticed by now she was not like normal ghosts.

Loki made a face at the mention of demons. Ugh, so annoying.

"Do not name it again. Some can find you simply by speaking their name. I shall ask her, though."

Ew, no, "I definitely will not do that again, then," Anna told him solemnly. "And I thank you."

"No thanks necessary." Just expect to repay him at some point, Anna. And then fleeeee.

Apparently no one had ever taught Anna about not getting in debt to supernatural entities. Yet another thing to thank her mother for. "It's nice up here, isn't it?" she asked. "You can see everything."

"It's not bad," he replied after a moment, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye to see if she was being truthful in her small talk. "My rooms back home were in a high tower."

That was half demolished by his own hand, but still.

"I couldn't leave my house," Anna said conversationally. "For the longest time. I couldn't even go onto the porch." She trailed off, then said, "Of course, all things considered, that was probably for the best."

"Why?"

"Because of the curse." She made it sound so obvious.

"And how did you break the curse?"

"There was a boy. He came to kill me," Anna explained, smiling softly at the memory. "But for some reason I didn't have to kill him, and he wound up breaking the curse instead. He found my dress--my real dress, I mean--and he took it from the house and he gave it back to me."

"Sounds romantic," Loki drawled. "If you're interested in that sort of thing."

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