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

[forcevisions]

Why wouldn't you put women on your ships? That's stupid. It cuts candidates for your crew in half.

[heelies]

In my dear native land women are admired for the feminine arts of weaving and dance - there is none among the long-haired Achaeans who would presume his daughter suited to sailing, for this is the labor of men with shoulders broad and limbs strong. Nor are any Achaean women so inclined, for the notion must seem to them as preposterous as the notion of dancing might seem to an ox which all its life has known the yoke upon its shoulders and its purpose in plowing the fields of men.

[And because he can sense her impending displeasure for this statement, he continues with just a flash of frustration:]

Here I have learned, however, that such is not the way of all nations. You need not lecture me therefore.

[forcevisions]

[ She softens somewhat, sensing his frustration and realizing quickly that she isn't the first to snap about it. Despite her own shock at the notion, she isn't without empathy for him. ]

I wasn't going to lecture you. [ And maybe he'll even believe that. ] It's just ... I have a hard time imagining it. On Jakku, it'd be stupid to turn anyone willing and able to work away, even if they weren't as strong as the rest.

[heelies]

Just as the ways of my people seem strange to you, so too are yours strange to me - but I did not once say I thought it against prudence or honor that women should sail ships. Again I shall say I am impressed.

[Perhaps this time the compliment will land well.]

[forcevisions]

[ Realizing she's been at least a little rude, Rey corrects herself now. ]

Thank you. If we ever have the opportunity, maybe I can show you a trick or two.

[heelies]

This would be to my liking. Then I should like too to know your name, fair stranger. I am Achilles, son of Peleus who rules in fertile Phthia.

[forcevisions]

Rey. Not the daughter of anyone, just Rey. [ Ouch. Moving on quickly. ] Your father is a ruler where you come from? Doesn't that mean you're meant to be one as well?

[heelies]

Indeed Peleus is a worthy king, and were I to return to my dear native land I would eventually become lord of my father's house - but I do not expect that I should ever again see those familiar shores.

[A king of his people might not be quite what she imagines. His father holds clout because he is wealthy, for treasure is either won by dint of spear or it is amassed through forging alliances with other powerful men. The more treasure a man has in his stores, the more allies he has to call upon if ever he is dishonored - and Peleus possesses both in abundance. However, he issues no laws and levies no taxes as Rey might expect from one who is called a king.]

[forcevisions]

[ Discontent led her to pause, for any mention of not seeing family again settled uneasily in her gut due to her own experience with the strife of distance and abandonment. ]

Why shouldn't you? ALASTAIR has said they'll be able to send us back, once we've farmed enough energy.

[heelies]

It is not in my destiny that I should ever return home, even if ever I am released from the service of these sons of Alastair. Such is the fate that my mother, Thetis the silver-footed goddess, so often spoke to me when as a boy I sat upon her knee - were I to fight, I should win glory but lose my homecoming.

[forcevisions]

[ Prophecies are weird. But she's going to double back to the part where his mother is a goddess and focus her squinting on that instead. ]

You must think very highly of your mother.

[heelies]

This seems to me a curious question - for why should I not regard my mother thus?

[forcevisions]

[ hapless, she shrugs, realizes that does nothing via voice, and fumbles. she hasn't got one. she hardly knows. ]

I couldn't say. But it seems especially kind, speaking like she's some sort of goddess.

[heelies]

You misunderstand, white-armed Rey, for my mother is in truth a goddess, a sea-nymph of Nereus' stock.

[Yeah, he's basically a Gary Stu.]

[forcevisions]

[ just so much staring. and ppl call rey a mary sue smh. ]

[heelies]

You seem not to believe me. When we entertained this game of wits you trusted that I should speak plainly on which claims were true and which was false, did you not? Then why should I lie now?

[forcevisions]

I believe you. [ She shakes her head quickly. ] I do. It's only that ... it's not something I've ever heard of before, certainly not when I'm meant to accept it as real.