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!! :****

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video; un: greencyborg

[backthatup]

No younger brother is bad with women. [ as a younger brother, he can't accept it. ]

[respired]

[ Man, just what the hell is he looking at right now? Not that he's in any position to judge. ]

I'm afraid mine was. Abysmal, even.

[backthatup]

... I feel rather sorry for your brother.

But that means that he devoted more time to study, perhaps.

[respired]

He was not studious. Merely shy, and awkward.

[ Koltira shakes his head. ]

If you feel sorry for him, it should not be for that.

[backthatup]

Oh.

[ Not for that? ]

Then for what?

[respired]

He died young. A violent death.

Feel sorry for that.

[backthatup]

Oh.

I'm so sorry. It was not my intention to make light of your loss.

[respired]

There is no need. You could hardly have known, and I am not vexed.

[ He frowns a little; he did come off that way, though, didn't he? ]

I do not speak of him often at all. I miss him, now and then.

[backthatup]

[ Old wounds are still old wounds. ]

Would you like to talk about him? Memories are best shared rather than quieted. Though, I suppose the point of this is to have fun rather than to speak on such serious topics.

[respired]

I am not particularly good at having fun.

[ Said tonelessly. ]

He was a kind soul. And a good warrior, mind you. But ill-suited for the complexities of our society.

[backthatup]

[ Ah. ]

Still ... a good brother, hm? Did that make up for being ill-suited? [ Before his death, at least. Please don't say that you killed him, elf. ]

[respired]

He was a good man. Something any society needs more of.

[ listen not everyone had a murderous big bro OK ]

[backthatup]

I hope that his memory brings you some happiness and not just sorrow in his passing. An odd thing to say to a stranger... possibly hollow words but ... I am uncertain how I planned on end that sentence.

[ listen... ]

[respired]

[ A smile ghosts over Koltira's face. The awkwardness is a little endearing. ]

Do not trouble yourself. In truth, I am grateful that he merely died. He was not raised into undeath as I was, and so he knows rest.

[backthatup]

Then I suppose I figured out the lie through elimination. [ Undead. That's something. ]

Still... he knows rest, but is there not a chance you will join him? I suppose that's odd to say, isn't it?

[respired]

Oh? A valid strategy.

[ He shrugs; he had not been playing this game to win. He is not much of a liar even when he ought to be. ]


The undead will never know rest. An unkind reward awaits me on my true death, whenever that comes to pass.

[backthatup]

That wasn't my intention. [ Best to say that. ]

... why will you not? And what is the reward?

[respired]

Because undeath is a cursed existence. An aberration. On death, we are sent to a hellish afterlife. Punishment for what we've become, I suppose.

[backthatup]

That hardly seems fair.

Aren't you suffering enough?

[respired]

[ He grins, toothy and sharp. ]

Apparently not.

[backthatup]

Then ... is it presumptuous and cruel to say that I hope a teammate of mine doesn't die?

[respired]

[ He shrugs. ]

It is far less cruel than what most people have to say to a death knight.

[ Which is to say: it's not cruel at all. ]

[backthatup]

Well, please call it the pride of a younger brother. As one myself, I would rather my brother live and find peace in the world than suffer forever.

[respired]

Oh? Does he suffer now?

[backthatup]

Sometimes.

But I think that things are starting to get a little easier for him.