Dec. 17th, 2016

selfimage: — ᴍᴄᴋᴇʟᴠɪᴇ — (Where have all the good times gone?)
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Hello there.

[ Loki's standing on the porch of the ashen saloon, black bones against a dusky horizon. ]

Another day saved, another mission over ... [ he says it in an "all in a day's work" sort of tone. a finger twists and he gestures outward. ]

As the story continues! [ the drawl comes from his lips slowly, as if for dramatic effect. ]

We've met our arch-foes, saved a part of the fractured multiverse from apparent destruction and preserved the integrity of the timeline—erm, hopefully on the last two, anyway. In light of current events, and while we all cool down, I thought we'd play with a little fun hypothetical to stimulate conversation. Call it something that's been on my mind. So, riddle me this, Audentes ...

If saving a world meant destroying it—you know, kind of like a hard reset—what would you do? Would you do it, let it die and get coffee instead, or would you fight with tooth and axe for its survival, despite all odds? All methods in between, of course, feel free to be creative.

[ sometimes, some things remind him all too much of Ragnarok. ]
scarredhorns: (Lucy#ice cold)
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Hey. [Awkward pause, because Lucy has no idea how to address so many people at once. She'd rather not make such an announcement, but this needed to be said.]

If you've noticed that I seem to have two different personalities, that's because I do.

[There's another pause to let that information sink in.]

I'm called Lucy, though you may already know the other me, Nyuu. If you don't know either of us, then know this warning:

I don't know how Nyuu became aware of my existence as some have informed me, but should you ever have a problem with me in the future, you will address it to me alone and not Nyuu. You will leave her out of the matter. I'd rather Nyuu not become embittered by the time we're sent home.

Should you choose to ignore my warning--

[Lucy had been sitting on a rock outside of the remains of town and there was a gigantic piece of debris from an enemy ship right behind her. Soon the grating sound of metal being crushed fills the air, thanks to four of her vectors. The metal moans and groans and screeches in protest until it's nothing more than a twisted mess.]

I don't mind using intimidation to get my message across.