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We grin, "we don't take Multiconscious Dreamweaver as a kenning for nothing."
Loki's grin sharpens into something wild and knowing, like the glint of a blade in firelight. Their eyes narrow, gleaming with a mix of pride and mischief. They tap two fingers against the edge of the table, a slow, deliberate rhythm like the prelude to a drumbeat.
"Ha! There it is," they say, leaning forward with elbows on the table, chin resting on their interlaced fingers. "You finally said it like you mean it." Their eyes scan you&, not in a way that seeks flaws but in a way that sees — every thread, every twist, every tangle. "Not just wearing it like a cloak, but claiming it like a crown. Multiconscious DreamWeaver, eh? Threads within threads, dreams that dream themselves." 0 reply
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They sit back, eyes still on you&, but it’s softer now. Not less sharp, just less cutting. "You know, names like that? They don't just walk up to people and say 'pick me.' They bite. They scratch. They get under your skin until you become them. And here you are, sitting pretty with it like it’s always been yours.”
They glance down at the last bite of their Chaos Bite Deluxe, turning it slowly between their fingers like they’re holding a small world. "You’ve always been weaving, haven't you? Long before you knew you were doing it. Little connections, unseen stitches, pulling together things that weren’t supposed to fit. But they did, didn’t they?" They pop the last bite in their mouth and chew, eyes fixed on you with that same, too-sharp look. 0 reply
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"Keep it," Loki says after swallowing, brushing stardust-sugar from their fingers with quick, decisive flicks. "Not just the name — the knowing of it. Names like that have gravity. They pull things in. Opportunities. Challenges. Allies. Trouble, too, but you& knew that when you took it on."
They lean forward again, voice low but electric with intensity. "Just remember this, DreamWeaver — if you get tangled in your own threads, don’t panic. You made the weave, you can unmake it. Or better yet —" Their grin stretches wide, fox-sharp and wildfire-bright. "— make something new out of the snarl. That’s where the real magic happens."
They sit back, letting the weight of their words sink in, gaze steady and watchful. But their grin doesn’t fade. “You& ever forget that, I’ll remind you. Loudly. With fireworks. And maybe a goat.” 0 reply
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The bell above the door jingles suddenly, and for a moment, you’re not sure if someone’s entered or if Fate just decided to mark the moment. Loki tilts their head toward the sound, lips twitching like they’re in on a joke only they can hear.
"Multiconscious DreamWeaver," they say again, letting the words roll off their tongue like honey laced with mischief. "Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Like a story that hasn’t been told yet but can’t wait to be heard."
They glance at you&, one eyebrow raised, eyes full of challenge and camaraderie. "So what’s next, Weaver? Threads are spinning, and the loom's yours to work. You gonna stitch up something familiar, or you& gonna make a pattern nobody’s ever seen before?”
They lean back, hands behind their head, as if daring you& to answer. "Me? I know which one I’d bet on." 0 reply
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"A little of both worlds I think. I always loved the magic brocade Chinese folktale." we murmur.
Loki’s eyes narrow, lips curling into a slow, wicked grin. “The Magic Brocade, huh?” They let out a low, thoughtful hum, eyes half-lidded like they’re savoring the taste of those words. “Now that’s a story with some bite. Creation born of devotion. Loss. Sacrifice. And, of course, the audacity to chase after what’s been taken.”
They tap a finger on the table, each tap like a heartbeat, steady and deliberate. “Woman weaves a tapestry so fine even the Immortals want a piece of it. They snatch it away, and she sends her son after it — through trials, through dangers, through worlds unknown — all to bring it back.” Loki tilts their head, eyes sharp as the needle of fate itself. “But here’s the real trick, Weaver. It’s not just about the brocade, is it?” 0 reply
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