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!! :****

Comments

[heelies]

[The struggle of being of Ancient Greece is that he has no idea what a lot of words mean. But the boon then is that a lot of these strange words derive from his native tongue and so at least some sense of the meaning makes it through the magical translators: an addition. As he puzzles over the curious sight, he speaks his awe.]

I see now why you declared it the impossible challenge. To have grey iron in place of soft flesh - such a thing I have never seen!

I stand by my choice to wrestle first with my spear arm, thus setting myself against your arm of flesh, but not because I fear losing to the great strength of your iron hand - for were I to conquer the impossible challenge first, then what fun would there be in continuing our contest?

[flashbanging]

Aw, shucks. It's a common enough thing where I'm from.

[ He shrugs modestly, letting it his hand drop onto the rock. But he's grinning warm, obviously happy to have shown Achilles something new. ]

Can't say I fault your logic.

[ He sets his good elbow on the rock, opens his gloved palm. ]

Grab hold and gimme your best shot.

[heelies]

[Achilles mimics the arrangement of McCree's body and then with his elbow anchored to the stone he takes the other man's hand into his grasp.]

He who bests the other in two rounds out of three wrestled with each arm shall be declared victorious. Should our match end with neither man better than the other, it shall be the judge of this contest who determines the terms of victory. Is such an agreement to your liking?

[flashbanging]

[ Hmm. That's ... that's quite a grip. McCree steels himself. ]

Sounds fair enough.

[ He squeezes Achilles's hand, as if to seal the deal. He's no slouch in the strength department, as his biceps suggest, but ... ]

Whenever you're ready.

[heelies]

[And this is how McCree finds himself engaged in an arm wrestling contest with the strongest of the Greeks. Achilles lifts his gaze to Riza who presides over this haze of testosterone.]

Upon your signal we shall begin.

[He eschews calling her "fair stranger" this time.]

[strictdiscipline]

[Wise decision.

To say she hasn't spent these past few moments enjoying the fine forms before her would be an outright lie, but she's careful to keep her expression neutral and quick to snap back to attention once the two are settled.]

Very well. On your mark, get set...go!

[May the best man win.]