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

[heelies]

She is a goddess, given as bride to my father by almighty Zeus, for the great cloud-gatherer had heard it prophesied that the son borne of Thetis would surpass his father in strength - and so she was made to lie in the marriage bed of a mortal man. However, my mother refused this arrangement. Because she would not go to Phthia, my father Peleus instead had to find her where she slept in a sea cavern. There he pinned her down that she could not change her form and thus slip from his grasp - but change she did, into lion and serpent and others, and all the while my father held fast until at last she consented to be his wife.

[Clearly a great romance for the ages...]

[strikingtwice]

Is that...

[Alright he's no longer entirely comfortable with this story. What seemed fun an interesting took a sudden darker turn.]

Your father went and found a woman, a goddess even, and was angry that she didn't want to marry him so he held her down until he forced her to agree?

He doesn't sound like a very good man to me.

it's all fun and games until...

[heelies]

[As clouds which darken with an impending storm and push down upon the earth, so too does Achilles' countenance shift.]

You would dare speak ill of my father to me - and while cowering behind the safety of these messenger devices no less! Thetis the silver-footed goddess was already rightfully his by word of Zeus who bears the aegis. All worthy Peleus did was claim his bride proper, with an awesome show of might and wit such that the Achaeans celebrate. Yet you would scorn so great a man as this!

someone insults someone's parentage and gets mad about freedom??

[strikingtwice]

I could say it to your face if you wanted. [Meallan shifts as well, raising his head a little to stare down his nose at his jewellery and the image of the other man.]

I don't care who this Zeus is, no one should have the right to give people away like property. If she didn't want to marry your father, him trapping her was wrong. Not some 'awesome show'.

apparently

[heelies]

I shall tell you how it seems to me, you who would insult even the gods. You speak in such winged words about that which you know so little of, and thus you reveal your foolishness. Although my mother is indeed wife to my father, she sleeps not in his house nor has she crossed its threshold in all the days I've lived - she remains in her home the sea as is her pleasure. Indeed if she has any reason to grieve it is that I her son am cursed with mortality while she shall live forevermore, as she has so often lamented to me.

[strikingtwice]

And I still think no one should be able to give away someone who doesn't wish it. It's one thing to make a match for someone and another to force it.

Or are you telling me that if this Zeus told you to marry someone you didn't wish to, you'd do it without an argument?

[heelies]

When has a man ever been made to marry if he wishes not for it? I suppose then his wife's father should rob from him what he deems an appropriate bride price!

[His facetious tone makes plain how preposterous this seems to him. And thus he misses the point utterly.]

Furthermore, were I to find myself burdened with a bride I care nothing for, I would simply take a lover who might better satisfy my desires.

[strikingtwice]

And what if that did happen? [Meallan challenges, every word sparking irritation that he knows he should simply back down from, but stubbornly wants to continue arguing anyway.]

What if Zeus turned up and told you to marry someone and gave them your coin for this 'bride price', or whatever that is, and then your wife decided you weren't much good and she'd take a lover? Does nothing about that strike you as wrong?

[heelies]

[The more this man nags him, the greater his ire swells in his breast and shows plainly in his winged words.]

Then I would feel thoroughly cheated for having married so brazen a whore.

[Are double standards not a fine safety net?]

Why do you insist upon pestering me with these endless questions, thus fouling my mood so?