[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F0DAE2]Myth the Muse[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/yOUrW8giFBsCQ/source.gif[/img][hr][color=F0DAE2][b]Location:[/b][/color] Asgard
[color=F0DAE2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A
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Myth followed Halley to where Loki was being held and met up with Forseti. She didn't know the beef between the two of them, but it didn't take someone much to be able to cut the tension with a knife. Myth didn't feel right inserting herself in whatever family drama was going on (though she noted that this family had its fair share of it). She coughed to signify she was standing right there.

[color=F0DAE2]"Hello again Forseti. You are looking good. I might be stepping on toes here, but perhaps an outside party hearing about this matter may help? I don't know what Loki is in for if anything, but I have heard of him before from the others and he did not sound like the type that should be allowed to roam free. Granted, this is your job, not mine. Offering my opinion only. Please, go on."[/color] She waved at the two of them to continue talking. It was awkward interjecting herself into this, but what else was she there for? Moral support?

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=9F6D88]Fleur La Mallificum[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/87d09fce886131a585da05553d8ca0fe/tumblr_pbhmtrPriu1qgbxhso1_500.gif[/img][hr][color=9F6D88][b]Location:[/b][/color] ???
[color=9F6D88][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Darke Magyk, Concillium
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Fleur had been debating the option since she landed eyes on the man before her. Everything she had seen, everything she had been told only stood to make her decision for her. She glared at him, getting whatever sense she could off the man. It was that moment she got what she needed. The man may be called many things, maybe considered dark or death himself. But he was human, of skin and bone. And if he was human, he could bleed. And if he could bleed...

She unleashed her [b]Darke Magyk[/b] on him instantly, catching him by surprise and wrapping thorny vines around his body and neck. [color=9F6D88]"The time for talk is over, it is time for action. You shall bend to my rule."[/color] She tried to use Concillium on him, entering his mind with her voice. [color=9F6D88][i]"Give your forces over to my side and end your sorry existence."[/i][/color] However, it proved harder. Her vines started to wither, she noted.

[color=9F6D88]"Violet, I need your aid. Let's end this man now and save us the trouble later."[/color] She had no qualms about killing her own father. Really, it was a long time coming.