Oh, did the other not like that? Charles wasn't sure what the man had been trying to summon, whether some Fae creature, spirit, or even demon, (that he had been trying to and succeeded in hooking a god hadn't yet occurred to him) it seemed that his fellow captive in the circle was as displeased with the idea of the wizard's extracurriculars as he was.
A sharp nod offered at the question, brows furrowing as he pointed out the amulet held tight in the man's off hand, pulsing with a sickly-feeling sort of energy and the strain of many spirits trying to find a way free. "Been killin' 'em and trappin' their spirits in that nasty bit of kit before Death could show up to help the poor mites move on."
Loki doesn't consider himself particularly ethical, but there are a few lines he doesn't care to cross. Dead children are one of them. Trapping the spirits of murdered children is even worse.
His gaze flicks across the room to where the amulet rests in the sorcerer's hand, then up to the man's face. "That's not how it works," he says quietly. "You can't sacrifice something that isn't yours to give. You may get someone who'll take it, but whatever they offer you back won't last."
"You might make it out of this with your soul intact if you back down now, and let those spirits go. Otherwise, there are entities with a greater sense of justice than me, and they will find you."
The temperature in the room around them is dropping, which is about the only magic Loki can pull off without finding a breach in the summoning circle. It could still be enough to rattle the man or make him drop the amulet, though.
Charles at least felt slightly better that whatever the man had been planning to try and convince his fellow captive in the circle to do? It seemed he wasn't likely to play along with the plot here if that response was any hint. And while he might be a ghost and thus can't typically feel things like temperature, the method of his own death, and the magic source of the chill here had it nipping at him too, even as the sorcerer's breath fogged the air. Which was only partly because of Loki, and partly because of the ghostly teen who prowled along the edges of the circle, dark eyes flicking intently over the runes etched into the floorboards.
"I'd listen to him, he's definitely got the right idea," Charles mused, glancing towards the wizard who was flipping pages with a more irritated air, masking whatever fright had him paling, had his pulse jumping along with a muscle along his jaw as the dropping temperature had hands shaking over vellum. "Whatever's willin' to trade for what you've got? Never ends well."
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A sharp nod offered at the question, brows furrowing as he pointed out the amulet held tight in the man's off hand, pulsing with a sickly-feeling sort of energy and the strain of many spirits trying to find a way free. "Been killin' 'em and trappin' their spirits in that nasty bit of kit before Death could show up to help the poor mites move on."
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His gaze flicks across the room to where the amulet rests in the sorcerer's hand, then up to the man's face. "That's not how it works," he says quietly. "You can't sacrifice something that isn't yours to give. You may get someone who'll take it, but whatever they offer you back won't last."
"You might make it out of this with your soul intact if you back down now, and let those spirits go. Otherwise, there are entities with a greater sense of justice than me, and they will find you."
The temperature in the room around them is dropping, which is about the only magic Loki can pull off without finding a breach in the summoning circle. It could still be enough to rattle the man or make him drop the amulet, though.
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"I'd listen to him, he's definitely got the right idea," Charles mused, glancing towards the wizard who was flipping pages with a more irritated air, masking whatever fright had him paling, had his pulse jumping along with a muscle along his jaw as the dropping temperature had hands shaking over vellum. "Whatever's willin' to trade for what you've got? Never ends well."