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thisavrou2016-02-02 03:20 am
realitywarped) wrote in thisavrou2016-02-02 03:20 am
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[Loki is, as always, smiling, apparently entirely unconcerned by the situation. And, to be fair- the situation isn't of his making, and it isn't currently proving particularly dangerous to any of the few people he might be inclined to be upset about getting harmed. He'll get upset later, if they are.
He waves at the camera, a brief wiggle of his fingers, before he folds them, leaning on the edge of a plain white workbench somewhere in a plain white room. There's a row of tools hanging on the wall behind him, but not much else.]
Hello- again, if we've met, or not, if you're one of the very easily timed influx of new arrivals. If you're one of those, welcome to the ship, you're probably not going to enjoy the stay terribly much, and no, once you've checked in you almost certainly can't leave. I'm Loki, for what that's worth.
[He tilts his head, eyes half-lidded, not quite meeting the camera. It's... not particularly Loki-ish to offer help, unprompted, but he supposes he might as well. Besides, he most likely isn't going to do it for free.]
I bring you one or two offers that may or may not help, considering the corpse at the feast and the fact we're once again likely to be number one on yet another planet's most wanted list- and speaking of which, perhaps we can not make this one implode?
[He's... committed enough genocide, thanks. Past life, but still his memories.]
But yes- firstly! I finally broke into one of the many locked rooms, thankfully one entirely free of deadly skeletons, and found- well-
[He pans the camera; the room is barely recognisable as a forge, but close enough. The actual forge, anvil, water bath, tools, although everything is kind of rounded off and matte and black.]
I've been experimenting, and of course things take time, but if the Ingress swallowed your perfectly serviceable weapon and you'd like a new one, I'm usually capable enough.
[He pans back to himself.]
Secondly- and you don't know what making this offer means, so appreciate it- I'm the god of tricks and being in places you really shouldn't be. So should you have an emergency, and you ask particularly nicely, I may be able to offer one or two magical disguises, perhaps an odd emergency portal to the surface. I'll accept bribery, fervent praise, or favours to be collected at a later date in payment.
He waves at the camera, a brief wiggle of his fingers, before he folds them, leaning on the edge of a plain white workbench somewhere in a plain white room. There's a row of tools hanging on the wall behind him, but not much else.]
Hello- again, if we've met, or not, if you're one of the very easily timed influx of new arrivals. If you're one of those, welcome to the ship, you're probably not going to enjoy the stay terribly much, and no, once you've checked in you almost certainly can't leave. I'm Loki, for what that's worth.
[He tilts his head, eyes half-lidded, not quite meeting the camera. It's... not particularly Loki-ish to offer help, unprompted, but he supposes he might as well. Besides, he most likely isn't going to do it for free.]
I bring you one or two offers that may or may not help, considering the corpse at the feast and the fact we're once again likely to be number one on yet another planet's most wanted list- and speaking of which, perhaps we can not make this one implode?
[He's... committed enough genocide, thanks. Past life, but still his memories.]
But yes- firstly! I finally broke into one of the many locked rooms, thankfully one entirely free of deadly skeletons, and found- well-
[He pans the camera; the room is barely recognisable as a forge, but close enough. The actual forge, anvil, water bath, tools, although everything is kind of rounded off and matte and black.]
I've been experimenting, and of course things take time, but if the Ingress swallowed your perfectly serviceable weapon and you'd like a new one, I'm usually capable enough.
[He pans back to himself.]
Secondly- and you don't know what making this offer means, so appreciate it- I'm the god of tricks and being in places you really shouldn't be. So should you have an emergency, and you ask particularly nicely, I may be able to offer one or two magical disguises, perhaps an odd emergency portal to the surface. I'll accept bribery, fervent praise, or favours to be collected at a later date in payment.
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[He has history with Hank Pyms, too.]
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[...and a Cassie Lang, but shhhhhh. He suspects that interaction wouldn't go down at all well.]
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...Although, as I'm sure anyone will tell you, perhaps not his wisest decision ;-)
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