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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[evantuality]

[Evan makes a grim noise, and on the other side of the network he's making quite the face. But though it holds for long moments, it does pass, and he sighs and lets his shoulders slump.]

Yeah. Yeah, there were -- or, there still are. There were... I mean, on Nalawi there were two people in particular who really couldn't seem to let it drop. The one I talked to, the one I tried to talk some sense into -- he talked about killing gods the same way some people talk about -- I don't know, about vacuuming up spiders.

[He thinks of the fuss he's seen people put up about spiders in general, and shakes his head.] No, not even that. He talked about his destiny-granted right to kill gods like he was talking about winning a spelling bee. Like it was something he looked forward to, like it was something he was smug about.

That particular person is gone and I can't say it's a loss for the team.

[predomination]

[quietly, he's grateful himself. the word "shinigami" invokes a godlike image, after all, even if it's far from what they are. he wouldn't count on anyone who considered deicide a birthright to be all that interested in nuance.]

I wonder if that was intentional.

[because there's no such thing as a coincidence in his book.] It's hard to imagine that kind of attitude- whether or not it achieved a desired result- would be beneficial to anyone here.

[at least he openly admits he'll play by his own rules when it suits him, but never in such a crass way.]

[evantuality]

No, it wasn't especially beneficial.

[Evan sighs, further tiredness creeping into his voice. Nalawi is an old enough frustration that the wound is not still raw, but he's gone and scratched the itch to bitch about it some more and it's all tumbling forth again. ]

I hope you're right about that.

Forgive me, but did I ever catch your name? [He doesn't think he has, but the nicety seems like a good endcap to a conversation that he's ready to gracefully bow out from. The squidges are squirming again, his and another that he's babysitting, and more than that, he's weary.]

[predomination]

Urahara Kisuke. [he's exceptionally astute, so he knows when a conversation has reached its expiration date, and he's happy to bow out himself and take this information to sort through.] Thank you for the information.

[evantuality]

Evan Friave-Goodlace.

It's no problem. Feel free to ping me later, I mean, if there are other questions I can answer.