Whoops, sorry about that! I don't know how that slipped my mind.
Third Person: Leah's no stranger to the strange and unusual. Being the handmaiden and the hand of the goddess of death will do that to you, and she spent so much time being so much more than that. A living story, a lie made flesh, and by anybody's standard that would qualify as strange and unusual. But it's not until she stood at the train station that she realized something had gone terribly awry.
She remembered the cave, and Daimon Hellstrom, shirtless as usual, ranting, and Loki's back retreating from her, and the confusion when he'd suddenly disappeared- what had he realized? And then she's who the Hel knows where, and she came here on a train, and where did that come from?
The power rose to her fingers before she could even think about it, whirling to throw green fire after the train and bring it to a halt, intending to demand answers from whoever's running it. And she just sat there, in a dreamlike stupor, and let it take her away from Daimon and Loki and her freedom to choose- no, no, she wouldn't have it, she didn't have to stand for it-
But no matter how fast she gave chase, no matter how she blasted and tried to bring it down, it didn't take her back to where she came from, and it didn't stop. Frustrated and furious, she stopped at the edge of the forest, lost who knows where with nowhere obvious to direct her rage and concern. Summoned a portal, and tried to return to her cave, to Asgardia, to Hel, to anywhere she can recognize, and she got nowhere that helps.
The station. Nobody stops in the middle of nowhere. Whoever brought her here did it for a reason, and the best place to find them and demand answers, with fire and brimstone if necessary, was there. She could choose to keep running, and she felt it clearly, off into the wilderness until she came to somewhere she knew. Loki might do it. He doesn't always have to think everything out, because he always landed on his feet, because she was always there to catch him. But now there's only her, and Leah of Hel knew better than that. With the power and means at her disposal, she didn't necessarily need to run to get back where she needed to be.
This time the portal took her where she wanted to go. With the faintest of grim smiles, Leah of Hel descended on the city.
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Third Person: Leah's no stranger to the strange and unusual. Being the handmaiden and the hand of the goddess of death will do that to you, and she spent so much time being so much more than that. A living story, a lie made flesh, and by anybody's standard that would qualify as strange and unusual. But it's not until she stood at the train station that she realized something had gone terribly awry.
She remembered the cave, and Daimon Hellstrom, shirtless as usual, ranting, and Loki's back retreating from her, and the confusion when he'd suddenly disappeared- what had he realized? And then she's who the Hel knows where, and she came here on a train, and where did that come from?
The power rose to her fingers before she could even think about it, whirling to throw green fire after the train and bring it to a halt, intending to demand answers from whoever's running it. And she just sat there, in a dreamlike stupor, and let it take her away from Daimon and Loki and her freedom to choose- no, no, she wouldn't have it, she didn't have to stand for it-
But no matter how fast she gave chase, no matter how she blasted and tried to bring it down, it didn't take her back to where she came from, and it didn't stop. Frustrated and furious, she stopped at the edge of the forest, lost who knows where with nowhere obvious to direct her rage and concern. Summoned a portal, and tried to return to her cave, to Asgardia, to Hel, to anywhere she can recognize, and she got nowhere that helps.
The station. Nobody stops in the middle of nowhere. Whoever brought her here did it for a reason, and the best place to find them and demand answers, with fire and brimstone if necessary, was there. She could choose to keep running, and she felt it clearly, off into the wilderness until she came to somewhere she knew. Loki might do it. He doesn't always have to think everything out, because he always landed on his feet, because she was always there to catch him. But now there's only her, and Leah of Hel knew better than that. With the power and means at her disposal, she didn't necessarily need to run to get back where she needed to be.
This time the portal took her where she wanted to go. With the faintest of grim smiles, Leah of Hel descended on the city.