Entrance Exam
The Cult Academies Entrance Exam is quite the challenge. The death cult specifically requires you to do a leap of faith off of a high ledge. If you truly believe in the existence of the goddess of Death then a murder of crows will catch you before you hit the ground. Loki is determined to become a part of the Death Cult and goes to take the entrance exam.
[For sake of clarity Ichors speech is written out here, however keep in mind that outsiders cant hear him.]
"Loki this is a terrible idea." The wisp nervously hovers by Lokis shoulder, glancing at the drop below them. "You know you could practice your faith at home too right? Or pick a different cult! There's no need to go to this extent."
"Oh shut it you nervous wreck. I don't care for any of the other gods. Besides, I do truly believe in her, so I'll be fine." Loki carefully stepped up to the ledge and looked down. He was sure. This had to be done. There was no other way they'd let him into the academy.
"Nope, no, no, no! I ain't doing this. If you want to fall to your death fine but I'm not participating in these shenanigans!" Loki rolled his eyes in response and walked back a couple steps, setting Ichor down on the ground.
"Un-anchor then." Ichor sat in stunned silence for a second and then hovered off his friends hand and onto the ground.
"Loki you're crazy. What if you die? What am I gonna do then??" Loki simply gave him a smug smile and walked backwards towards the ledge, not even sparing a single glance back.
"I'll be fine you dingus. Just trust me!"
Ichor grumbled nervously, "for the record I really don't!" Loki stepped backwards onto the ledge and stopped.
"You'll see, just you wait." He smiled, lifted 2 fingers to his head and gave a salute. "Goodbye crybaby", he grinned and let himself fall back.
"Shit- LOKI!", Ichor screamed in panic and rushed towards the ledge. He looked down but the blonde was nowhere to be seen. "Oh no... Loki?"
"Up here dumbass!", the smug voice called from above. And there he was. The grinning idiot was sitting on the edge of a roof on the opposite side of the street, yet there were no crows in sight.
"WHAT THE HELL LOKI? HOW DID YOU GET OVER THERE??", Ichor yelled out in clear confusion and now a bit annoyed. Clearly Loki was playing a trick on him.
"The crows set me down here idiot, how else?", he replied from the other side.
"Bullshit! Where are the crows then?"
Loki just shrugged nonchalantly. "Hell if I know where they went. To be honest I almost missed them myself, they were quite fast."
Ichor couldn't believe what he was hearing. There was no way a magical flock of crows sent by the "godess of death" had just zoomed by, and he had missed it. Loki must have been playing a trick on him. Yet he was clueless as to how.
"Oh stop grumbling, you're just jealous cause you didn't get to see it", he smirked and reached his hand out. Ichor reluctantly reanchored himself and floated back onto Loki's shoulder.
"Zip it, I still don't believe any of this God talk."
Loki gave a small laugh in reply, "don't worry. I doubt the academy cares what you think of her." If Ichor could've rolled his eyes he would have.
"Does that mean we're in?"
Loki lifted himself off the roof and made his way down the to the ground, "Let's find out."