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[realitywarped]

[Loki's face is deliberately turned to the side, showing off the clear scar under one eye, making it very obvious. He's never been grateful for that scar before, and it chafes a little to have to be pleased about it now- but at least it makes his face his.]

Ah- I'm sure there's probably an official way to do this, but alas, I have little idea of how this usually works for mortals. Gods don't often get to quit their roles in my world. We are what we are, usually...

[He tails off, face carefully neutral. As he always is when he's feeling anything particularly strongly, he's getting overly wordy again, and he knows he has to curtail himself.]

But that doesn't apply to jobs, does it? So- I quit. You'll need a new head chef, although the routine should be more or less set by now. I doubt my staying in the role will contribute much to stability or feelings of security amongst the crew, when I share a name with someone else so very publicly denounced.

[His mouth twists up in something not much like a smile at all, expression a little bitter and wry.]

I'd hate to give someone cause to be uncomfortable, after all.

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[meyneth]

Illusions? You can disguise yourself or something?

[Huh. She never knew, although there isn't much occasion in the kitchens to learn about things like that. Loki probably has no idea she can cause either explosions either, for example.]

That's cause for some concern... you ought to let the whole ship know about that, at least...

[realitywarped]

[He raises an eyebrow. For a moment, his features blur, until he looks exactly like the other Loki, even his voice changing to match.]

Illusions. Not quite the same as changing my shape, and a little tiring to maintain, but certainly I can manage it. A god of trickery needs tricks, after all.

[He tilts his head back slightly.]

What would they do with the knowledge? It changes nothing about anything.

[meyneth]

[The shock that flashes across her face is palpable. She's never seen anything like what he just did.]

Wh... Loki, it changes everything! So he can do that too? Just - walk around in your body, like it's his? You have to tell people! Especially if he's dangerous! They could think it's you!

[realitywarped]

[He's almost certain she doesn't know how much of a nerve those words hit, his younger self's voice almost echoing in his ears. Who's walking round in someone else's body? Not him.... He slips back into his own face, on his very stolen body, the shift hiding his grimace.]

No. He can borrow my appearance, that's all.

[He shrugs.]

Besides, no-one knows yet if he's dangerous. He may be, he may not be, and until there's some indicator either way, it's hardly fair to bring it up when I'm capable of the same things he is.

[meyneth]

You know what I mean. Body, appearance, whatever.

[Fiora huffs. She wouldn't call Loki a friend, but he is a co-worker, and a decent person as far as she's concerned, and someone she wouldn't want to be maligned or falsely accused.]

...You ought to say something, anyway. No sense in waiting until it becomes a problem to let everyone know...

[realitywarped]

There are people aboard who already know what he and I are capable of. And, should he do something- or should I do something, for that matter- they'll no doubt be the first to poke their noses in.

[He smiles, crookedly.]

Besides, if he enters the kitchen, there's an easy test to tell us apart. I suspect he has little to no interest in mortal cuisine.

[meyneth]

Well... alright.

[If Loki's not too worried about it, or content with dealing with the problem when it arises, Fiora can't really keep insisting otherwise.]

I'll quiz him on what vegetables qualify as aromatics. That's sure to work.