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

[respired]

More often than not, I had to push him into trouble. If he had his way, we would have done nothing but sit at the temple and play lutes.

[ Yup, Faltora is dead, dead, dead. But Koltira does seem happy enough to think on the memory. ]

I did my best for him.

[ But in the end, the Scourge took everything. ]

[hellshaped]

He sounds like someone I would have liked to know.

[He would have liked to know this Koltira who had to play wingman and push his brother out of his shell, too.]

So if that wasn't the lie, then which one is?

[respired]

I expect he would have gotten along much better with this lot than I do.

[ HB not excluded. ]

The third.

[hellshaped]

[That means he does consider himself, undead, as another race. But also --] So you're... how old? Jeez, I always assumed you were ancient. [Because elves.] Er. I hope that's not offensive.

[respired]

[ NOT AT ALL, HB ]

Eighty. Not ancient by any stretch.

[ He shrugs. ]

But there is no way for you to tell. That is why I supposed it would do well for this exercise.

[hellshaped]

[Eighty. Older than Hellboy, though he doesn't look it. Hellboy doesn't look as old as he is either, for that matter.]

Damn. I should have used that one. I'm not good at this kind of stuff, though.

[respired]

Nor am I. I have no reason to lie. Only the fearful deal in untruths.

[hellshaped]

Ha. What does that make someone who just doesn't acknowledge the truth?

[respired]

Cowardly.

[ His mouth quirks. ]