Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43337021-20191027214917/@comment-2600:8807:1100:84D:B93E:8FF6:440D:4401-20191105000214

Loki pressed a hand against his forehead. What a headache he was going to get from this. For now, he supposed he would have to discover how to get back to Britain...his Britain, not this world’s version of it. The raven-haired elf decided it would be best to use his ability as a Technopath, build some kind of communication or teleportation device back to his home.

He felt a growing sense of dread when he realized that he knew...nothing about technology or anything or the sort anymore. He closed his hand around a doorknob. The familiar feeling of gears turning didn’t come. Loki was no longer a Technopath. He inhaled sharply. His ability had been taken from him...or, if his suspicions were correct, exchanged. He had absolutely no idea what he could’ve been now. However, the best thing to do as of now, was to find somewhere to sleep. He approached a building he was certain didn’t exist in his Atlantis-a hotel.

The former Technopath entered the room and signed in with his name, and paused when he approached the “Ability” section of the paper.

To his great relief, the elf waiting at the front desk waved a stick over him tiredly, saying “Just to make sure you don’t lie about your ability.” There was a pause as she read the stick. “Mesmer. Alright, just right that down and you can go to your room.”

Loki Noda was not a Technopath. Loki Noda was a Mesmer, and this fact pleased him very much, truthfully.

-Loki