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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.

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I can manage new, as long as you assure me you know which way the pointy end should go. Or the bashy end, I suppose, if that's what you'd rather have. What sort of thing were you looking for?

I'm good with knives. The ones about hunting size. My style of combat is more the up close variety, except when I am blowing things up.

[He holds his hands up and out, about a foot wide.]

Bear in mind I'm mostly used to hunting knives designed for people at least six foot six inches to butcher large and probably unhappy wildlife with. This long? Longer? Shorter?

[He's not even kidding. By Asgardian standards, Loki's short at 6'1".]

I'm shorter than most of the guys you know, 6'2'' then [which is near average among slavic men, just a hair above] but I think I can handle it.

[And yet still taller than Loki, which might explain the moment of pouting.]

You're aware I'm not likely to do this for free, yes? I take items of moderate value- or you can owe me a favour, at some point.

I get a little something from every planet we stop at. What are you thinking?

Ah, well, what's it worth to you? It's always easier to bargain from there, in a more casual situation.

[Also he's never actually done this for money before.]

[Loki, you are hard to barter with. But he's curious now.]

Ah... moderate. I can live without it, but something great would be pretty nice to have.

[Bartering mostly fairly is new to him, okay? Give him a moment to think about it here...]

Certain you wouldn't rather owe me a favour? It won't be a terribly large favour, just a teeny tiny little task I may need doing at some point.

I worked for mob bosses. I am careful of the favors I hand out.

But, I will make a deal. So long as I don't have to kill nobody or dick over a friend? How is that.

No deaths, no... dicking over? of... well, perhaps be safe and say the rest of the crew? It's easier than tracking friendships, at least.

[He shrugs, lips quirked up on one side.]

I've worked with harder restrictions, I can mess with people perfectly well on my own, and I do try not to kill anyone these days. It's a deal I'm happy to make.

Alright. You have a deal.

I do have a knife, if you want to use it as a base. It has a little bit of history.

[It used to belong to a serial killer who tried to attack Niko with it.]

I might use it as a model, but I'll leave your knife alone. History is important, when it comes to tools, particularly when you know it.

[It's not like that one hasn't tripped him up at all back home- like finding out your sword is entirely the fault of your time-travelling evil future self.]