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[realitywarped]

[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.

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[voice]

[rraidergirl]

You're Loki.

[ Guess who's been quietly doing her kitchen and cafeteria duties without speaking to anyone because she's incredibly traumatized utter crap at remembering to introduce herself. ]

Video loki's end

[realitywarped]

One of them, at least, but yes. I know I look a little younger these days, but honestly- do you think anyone would claim to be Loki, if they weren't?

[He shrugs, all raised eyebrows and angles.]

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[rraidergirl]

Yes.

[ Her voice is emphatic, tinged with a laugh. ]

I'm sorry, I don't- You've found a forge in the middle of a space ship and you're also the Nordic god of mischief. I don't know why that seems more impossible than an alien planet whose central government is a dating service.

[realitywarped]

And? You've been pulled through a gate onto a spaceship containing at last count three giant robots, a dragon, and an unidentified alien species that looks nothing at all like a cat despite what people seem to think. How is being the Norse god of mischief that much less believable?

[He raises both eyebrows in apparently sincere enquiry.]

But presumably you're from a world where I am distinctly mythological-only, yes?

[rraidergirl]

Something like that.

You're not the first... God or whatever term you'd apply that I've met, but you're very different. [ Even with the reality of the truth in Himiko's legend, she hadn't been nearly as much of a person. ]

[realitywarped]

I'm always different. Trickster gods aren't usually known for fitting in. The stories would be rather boring if we were.

[Just ignore the faint undertone of bitterness there please.]

Why, what would you have expected from me?

[rraidergirl]

[ Well, that does make sense and they don't know each other nearly well enough for Lara to poke at his tone, so she lets it lie. ]

Someone less corporeal? Though I admit, the diety or whatever she was I met before was less of a person and more a powerful soul trapped in a half dead body. [ And then Lara killed her. ] It... Wasn't the best of introductions.

[realitywarped]

[...ouch. That one hurts for reasons Loki really doesn't want to get into, but that involve a very suddenly active conscience. There's a very long pause before he speaks again, voice very blandly and definitively neutral.]

...Well, I'm very corporeal, but not entirely real in the way you are. I'm bound by slightly different rules, and death is... not the same, to us. But yes, I can imagine that rather souring you to gods.

[rraidergirl]

[ She feels a bit like she's making a very terrible first impression.]

Just the sort that demand human sacrifice? [ Wait, did the Nordic pantheon do that. Crap, she can't remember. ]

[realitywarped]

[It's nothing personal, really. Just some bad memories.]

Ah, well, I suppose that does rather let me off. If anyone from my family were into human sacrifices to begin with, the Midgardians certainly weren't making them to me at any point. It's always "Loki, go away" or "ugh, not Loki".