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4th Spell - [Video, Spam]

[In her room, Luna has stacked up all her furniture in the middle of the room in order to reach the ceiling. She lies on her back on a desk that's tilted precariously on a chair, a globe, three books, and a coat rack. Somehow it all manages to stay upright.

Paint drips into her hair as she paints her ceiling. Faces of people on the Barge are recognizable - people she's met and interacted with, Iris, Bush, Steve, Facilier, MewTwo, and others.

She's not a bad artist, really. It's a lot more fun than the art room, where they expect you not to paint on the walls]

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[Loki chuckles at that.]

I suppose in a way he is that as well.

Have you found your talent yet? If it's not in art, it must be somewhere else.

If you're brothers, and he's the god of thunder and lightening, does that put you in charge of rainbows? Or does it not work that way?

Oh! That's very nice of you to ask. I'm pretty good with a sword!

No, I am the God of Mischief.

[Not always the malevolent kind. He had gone a thousand years not causing all that much damage.]

[He's watching this with some measure of amusement.]

Should I be honoured I'm on there, Darlin'?

I'm not a painter.

[Abigail hates the art room. She doesn't hate art, in principle, but art in the art room is obviously terrible.]

[Art in one's own room is okay. As she passes Luna's room shortly after the video broadcast, she finds she even likes this art, in part because it's very Michaelangelo. In technique even if not in style.]

You're good. [She leans somewhat hesitantly on the doorframe.]

That doesn't seem like it should go together. What do thunder and mischief have to do with one another?

Is that something you would use to help redeem an inmate?

No, you're a singer, aren't you?

You're not up here yet. Would you mind terribly if I asked you to hold still? I've never painted one of your species before so I couldn't do it from memory.

Not very much. I have very little in common with my brother.

[Luna gives a small smile back, propping her head up with a hand as she rolls on her side]

Perhaps. If you don't like it, I can try to paint over it. But it would take time.

[Luna doesn't yet glance over - she's hard to startle. Instead, she squints up at the portrait she's working on, a bit skeptical]

Yes, but only with people. I can't draw dragons and things, they always come out looking more like fanged cats.

Is he older or younger than you?

He is a little older.

[Just enough to be the heir, whether by blood or otherwise.]

I don't have any brothers or sisters, but sometimes I like to imagine what having one would be like. They wouldn't be gods, of course.

What's your brother like?