[ After downing the rest of his coffee and making the short trip back, the remainder of his ten minutes are spent in his hotel room, fortifying himself against enchantment. It's a fairly generic spell but woven intricately enough to protect him from anything that isn't too precisely targeted. Malleable too. He'll tweak it if he needs to once he knows what he's up against. When he's satisfied, the teleport token drops him on a high school rooftop and from there it doesn't take much more to open up a portal and step out between trees.
Loki isn't hard to spot. What surprises Stephen as he inspects him from the edge of the glade, wrinkling his nose against the faint odour of nearby dead flesh and the potential oozing from it like battery acid, is how rough he looks.
It makes sense in the context of the messages he'd sent: MATH. This place is charged with magic, something innate to the area, but laced through it is a spell so insidious that it whispers incessantly against the ward Stephen had cast. Magic like that must have him in a chokehold. And if the other messages he sent are anything to go by...
(The cloak is present. It follows along at a safe distance - no point in giving the spell any fuel for its fire.)
In the end Stephen doesn't utter a word to Loki, halting several paces away to begin pulling searing shapes out of the air and sending them outward and upward. First order of business: casting the glade into isolation. Crafting Loki a little bubble of neutral space in which to breathe. It'll take him a few minutes to shut the spell out entirely, and then comes the fun of finding out if a severed connection is going to be enough to cure him of its effects. But it's a start. ]
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Loki isn't hard to spot. What surprises Stephen as he inspects him from the edge of the glade, wrinkling his nose against the faint odour of nearby dead flesh and the potential oozing from it like battery acid, is how rough he looks.
It makes sense in the context of the messages he'd sent: MATH. This place is charged with magic, something innate to the area, but laced through it is a spell so insidious that it whispers incessantly against the ward Stephen had cast. Magic like that must have him in a chokehold. And if the other messages he sent are anything to go by...
(The cloak is present. It follows along at a safe distance - no point in giving the spell any fuel for its fire.)
In the end Stephen doesn't utter a word to Loki, halting several paces away to begin pulling searing shapes out of the air and sending them outward and upward. First order of business: casting the glade into isolation. Crafting Loki a little bubble of neutral space in which to breathe. It'll take him a few minutes to shut the spell out entirely, and then comes the fun of finding out if a severed connection is going to be enough to cure him of its effects. But it's a start. ]