VIDEO. UN: LOKI

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[ the sound of the wind storm hollows dully against the cave walls. Loki's squidge, Bacon, can half be seen crawling in the confines of his tacky green jacket and over his knee from where he sits, sometimes ducking and squeaking when a particularly large gust hits. to keep it from screaming, Loki offers his fingers absently, which the little squidge pulls on with its pudgy arms before ducking low again. ]

Hello there, it seems like we'll be waiting this out for some time considering the weather-type circumstances. While we're all rotting away, etcetera etcetera, I thought we could amuse ourselves with a game. A little bit of team bonding funtimes, so to say. [ he twists a dark nailed hand in the air, gesturing. ]

Soo—oo ... it's called Two Truths and a Lie. How do you play? Glad you asked, it's simple! Give two true statements about yourself and add a lie to the mix, shake it up then toss it out there and see if your team members know you well enough to spot the lie.

Usually this is done with copious amounts of alcohol, but we're lacking at the moment. [ pause. ] But—ah—you could always enjoy the satisfaction of being right. It's not like we're doing much else.

NOTE | Feel free to threadjack if that's your thing!! :****

Comments

[evantuality]

Hah!

You know, I thought about catching people on a technicality like that? But that would be too easy. Sorry, guess again.

[heavyhitter]

Wait, hold up, I gotta ask why the "until". Did you have a tiny adorable falling out?

[evantuality]

Honestly? He ended up going to a different school than I did. He got usurped by one of the kids in my first grade class.

Boring, I know.

[heavyhitter]

Wow, yeah, considering he was a werewolf that's really boring.

[evantuality]

Therianthropes are less exciting than they seem like they should be.

Hell, the pack my mom knew? Even their wolf nights weren't a hell of a lot more rowdy than what you hear about going on at some of the festivals out here. Just... hairier, and statistically more likely to eat the rack of ribs raw.

[heavyhitter]

Okay, stop. You're ruining werewolves for me, seriously.

[evantuality]

If it makes you feel any better, I think werewolf kids are a little more prone to being little shits than human kids without therianthropy.

Seriously, the trouble they used to get into... I'm shocked all of them made it to adulthood.

[heavyhitter]

Slightly, I guess. What else have you got, other than werewolves?

[evantuality]

Uh.... generally, or ones I have good stories about?

Well, my sister eloped with a dragon, does that count?

[heavyhitter]

That's a little better. What kinda dragon?

[evantuality]

A, a red one?

[Now that he thinks of it, that way of classifying dragons aloud seems like... kind of a weird one. He's never had to explain to someone who wasn't already familiar with dragons on Earth before.]

I mean, that's how they classify themselves. He's a red dragon. They're, er, stereotypically hot-headed and power-hungry, and Rel fits the mould. Honestly, not a bad match for my sister? Except that having him as a brother-in-law would pretty much ruin any family vacation.

My dad hates him, and my mom's been pissed since Cass sent the note home. Actually, I sorta think that might be why she did it...