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.

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Comments

[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.

[respired]

Does he walk among us? The people here will offer him no end of friendship.

[ His tone is half-irritated, half-fond. ]

[backthatup]

He does.

From that tone, you have been bombarded with such friendship?

[respired]

They have. And they will do the same to him, if it has not happened already.

[ A beat. ]

I would like your names, if you are keen to give them.

[backthatup]

Ah, sorry.

I forgot to introduce myself. [ And he got quite carried away too. ] I am Genji. My brother's name is Hanzo.

[respired]

Understood. I'm called Koltira. Koltira Deathweaver.

[ Easier to avoid someone if you know their name. ]

[backthatup]

[ ... ]

Quite the name. A title is it?

[respired]

[ He frowns. ]

An epithet, yes.

[backthatup]

I see.

Well, Koltira, I hope you won't come to find me to be just as bothersome a friend.

[respired]

Is friendship your aim>

[ A lopsided smile. Even after the epithet, huh. ]

[backthatup]

Why not?

A man who has the words God of War upon him should attempt to be friends with one known as Deathweaver. It only makes sense.

[respired]

[ He raises an eyebrow. ]

And are you a god of war?

[backthatup]

Figuratively speaking, I suppose I am.

[respired]

[ Well, so long as it's not literal. Then we'd have problems. He relaxes slightly. ]

You do look built for battle.

[backthatup]

Thank you.

The one who designed and gave me this body is really the one to thank, though.