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VIDEO; 001 | ID: I CAN B UR DADDY
[The video feed turns on to feature a well-groomed man in his mid twenties, who at this point attempts to present his meanest mug to the network. He seems to think that this is actually a good idea, despite everything that went down in the desert. As far as he’s concerned, he has reason to celebrate- Asher, a mere mortal with little to no survival skills, somehow managed to make it through the meteor shower and protect the little alien he’s been assigned to.]
‘Sup bodacious babes. Homie-g’s. Haters.
[He does a little nod to the camera, playing it as “”””cool”””” as he can.]
I was thinkin’, since we’re out saving the universe n’ all… We could use something cool as like an intro, a theme song, y’know?
Something funky fresh. Like a fresh ass beat!
[He clasps his hands together, spitting into them with great enthusiasm but a slight lack of coordination.]
Yo, yo, yo, A-Milly in the hizzzz-house!
Milly as in a million, always stuntin’ like a-
[Asher pauses here, looking a little confused. He blinks once or twice, as if he’s trying to remember something important.]
Vill-i-ain? Um, I’m still working on the intro. Anyway-
[Clearing his throat, he continues on. The interference is probably making this transmission even worse (if that’s possible, can it really get any more embarrassing than this?).]
We up in here, we in the zone
Ready to take care of all yo’ homes,
Don’t matter if it’s outer space, cause we gon put them bad guys in their pl-AAYYYYYCE-
[He ends enthusiastically, but freezes mid-air. It seems as though he’s considering saying something else, but his shoulders drop and he shrugs.]
Uh, yeah. That’s all I got? But I think it has potential. Anyway, um, if anybody wants to like… Help me finish or whatever.
Hit me up, mothafuckaaaaaa.
‘Sup bodacious babes. Homie-g’s. Haters.
[He does a little nod to the camera, playing it as “”””cool”””” as he can.]
I was thinkin’, since we’re out saving the universe n’ all… We could use something cool as like an intro, a theme song, y’know?
Something funky fresh. Like a fresh ass beat!
[He clasps his hands together, spitting into them with great enthusiasm but a slight lack of coordination.]
Yo, yo, yo, A-Milly in the hizzzz-house!
Milly as in a million, always stuntin’ like a-
[Asher pauses here, looking a little confused. He blinks once or twice, as if he’s trying to remember something important.]
Vill-i-ain? Um, I’m still working on the intro. Anyway-
[Clearing his throat, he continues on. The interference is probably making this transmission even worse (if that’s possible, can it really get any more embarrassing than this?).]
We up in here, we in the zone
Ready to take care of all yo’ homes,
Don’t matter if it’s outer space, cause we gon put them bad guys in their pl-AAYYYYYCE-
[He ends enthusiastically, but freezes mid-air. It seems as though he’s considering saying something else, but his shoulders drop and he shrugs.]
Uh, yeah. That’s all I got? But I think it has potential. Anyway, um, if anybody wants to like… Help me finish or whatever.
Hit me up, mothafuckaaaaaa.
UN: LOKI. AUDIO.
I've died.
[ a pause, his voice dripping. ]
I've died and gone back to the nineties.
omg im so sorry i misread that tag as "video", video still
[Said whimsically, as if he's teasing or something like that:]
What? You don't like my rhymes?
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[ the tone is the same, teasing and borderline lyrical. there's a hint of an accent, most likely from somewhere up north in one of those pristine countries covered in snow. ]
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[c...cease]
Err, creatively. Not liberally, necessarily.
[plz save him from the clutches of moderate republican hell]
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Unfortunately for you, ALASTAIR has collected quite the eclectic bunch, so your whut, whuts may fall upon deaf ears.
Well, unless you sing loud enough, of course.
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Like! I-D-K man-
[Asher blinks on his end of the feed, wrinkling his nose. There's something pleasant about Loki's accent. Asher isn't familiar with enough English-speaking foreigners to discern the origin, but it sounds vaguely European. He digs it.]
I've always wanted to travel. Get out there, y'know?
Meeting people from different places... That's kinda like that! Traveling.
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Ah—well, the worst thing to happy in any of the realms is being stuck in one place. If you wanted to travel, well, then ... I suppose you'll get your wish.
Perhaps a theme song for each mission?
[ no encouraging him. ]
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Whoa! Damnnn, Gina.
[loKI NO!]
That's a good idea.
[nO IT IS NUT!!!!!!!!!!]
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Please further gift us with your nineties-type jingles.
1/?
"Baby-making?"
2/???
Ohp, no.
No, no, no.
3/?
[daddykink???? daddying, daddy-o]
4/4
[Asher, now truly ashamed of himself, holds his head in his hands.]
I'm an idiot.
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[ don't stop there. ]
i'm gomen
"The Kids Are Alright?" Nah.
That's not really original, I guess. I'll try and think of something!
You into music, bruh?
im not
Ah—me?
Well, I dabble here and there. I'm sure no one in these realms has heard of Dazzler.
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So... Showtunes?
[gay????]
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[ a pause. ]
Everyone always loves a good score.
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Admittedly, Asher isn't one for musicals.]
Hells yeahhhh.
[Cue that douchey, fuckboy grin.]
Everybody loves a good score, am I right?
[wink wonk]
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...
Wrong score, but better, in retrospect.
oh gOOOOOD
[Mang?! Who even say that anymore...]
I'd take a helping of some funky fresh punani over some showtunes anyday, but hey! That's just me.
[gROSS]
why
...
Er—"funky fresh"?
[ this is the most important. ]
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Ehhhh, fresh? Clean? I dunno.
I mean, they all smell funny.
[aSHER!!!!!!]
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[ tbf, he's never really focusing on that. ]
jESUS
[With an air of nonchalance:]
I kinda dig it.
these are your decisions
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