VIDEO. UN: LOKI

[selfimage]

[ 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]

Indeed I chose my path, but it was one of two that was laid out for me by Fate, as I often heard from my mother Thetis the silver-footed goddess: I would win glory in war but live no longer, or I would live a life of peace and ebb away in old age with no glory to my name. But long ere I was begat it was foretold that the son born of my mother would surpass his father in strength and greatness. Then was it not Fate's design that I should be the best of warriors?

[ofobedience]

Fate, is it? I really wouldn't know anything about prophecies and the like-- as far as I'm aware such things are relegated to the realm of fiction and literature, where I'm from. But fate...I suppose there's an element of that in what I am, if you take it to mean that one's function is predetermined by something altogether bigger than oneself.

Still. It seems a little less straightforward for you than it does for me, but I won't claim to be any kind of expert on the subject. I only know what I was meant for.

[Faulty as he is. Broken as he is. But never mind that.]

[heelies]

[In his mind, Fate is as all-encompassing as the air which one breathes, and even here, flung so far from familiar lands, he cannot be sure that it does not thrum still as the heartbeat of all worlds. Thus he listens with curiosity to this man's steadily marching words, which make difficult to discern his heart.]

Are you displeased by such a fate as this? Would you have preferred a peaceful life instead?

[ofobedience]

[Now there's a question. There was time, a long long way back, when he wanted exactly that. But he'd been something else then, something small and worthless and weak and he hadn't fully understood what he was, what he'd been made for. There's no point in dwelling on that now. There never had been.]

It is what it is. Those kinds of questions don't come into it.

[heelies]

[This answer he turns over in his thoughts for a moment before he speaks.]

In this too it seems to me we are not so very different. Were I to choose again which path of my forked destiny to tread, I would choose no differently, even knowing what price I must pay.

[ofobedience]

[Is it similar? He's not sure. Choice doesn't come into it after all, not as far as he's concerned. Be the weapon he was created to be, or be killed off in favour of something more capable of fulfilling the role-- there's a choice in there somewhere perhaps, but it's not much of a choice at all. Still--]

I suppose the ending is the same regardless of the means, and so I take your point.

[They'd both be exactly where they are now, it seems, no matter what.]

[heelies]

All this we now know about one another, and yet I've not received your name, stranger. I am Achilles, son of Peleus of Aeacus' stock.

[The third, M.D.....]

[ofobedience]

[Well, that sure is a name]

Giovanni Rammsteiner.

[No need to explain that Rammsteiner is less a name and more of a model, the series he belongs to. It's an unnecessary complication and again, he's less than forthcoming unless pressed]