futurology | ( video ) un: achilles

[As when storm-bruised clouds cast their dark pall over the sky, a harbinger of the torrent and tempest to come, so appears the countenance of Peleus' son. He is harnessed in the glorious armor that lame-foot Hephaestus did forge for him, and upon his head fiercely glints the golden helmet which once served as a beacon to the Myrmidons and all of the vast host of war-loving Argives. Like the thunder that is hurled by almighty Zeus who bears the aegis, his voice roars out over the network.]

Koltira, you whose heart is blackened with vile hatred! Hear now the son of Peleus, Achilles, best of all the Achaeans - I whose pride was rent by your blade when you did raise arms without first issuing a proper challenge as is honorable between warriors. I demand that you meet me in single combat, that I may avenge myself and slake my spear upon your blood. Meet me then to the east of the town ere the sun touches the far horizon, where it settles for the night into the couch of the desert - unless the worm of cowardice burrows deep within your breast to weaken your fighting spirit!

It is for this reason that I give my challenge in this public forum, that others may bear witness and hold you accountable to this duel. What say you, Koltira? Recoil not from the bloodshed you so take pleasure in! Long has my anger rankled in my breast, and long has my pride festered without salve potent enough to soothe it, for the cure lies only in victory by dint of my spear. Thus, today I wait no more!

[In the colloquialisms of the locals: This town ain't big enough for the both of us.]

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Were you looking for an audience?

[ he sounds curious. ]

Loki, clever god of Asgard, well do I know of how the gods take interest in the quarrels of men, finding sport and drama both therein. I care not if any choose to bear witness to this match, for whether it passes before the eyes of men or out of sight, it shall pass all the same - and all shall hear of who has claimed victory, and of how splendid was the battle.

Mortals take to rubbernecking just as much as gods do, you know. I take offense to the assumption of my Earthly interests.

[ but it's casual enough to debate on how much offense he actually means, or if he's just being facetious. ]

Why announce it, why not just do it? It seems more of a Thing than not, I'm surprised you haven't just ran after him with an axe.

Actually—[ a pause ]—I take that back.

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Tell me, what makes this a Thing? Moreso than other battles to be fought?

I meant you no offense, O god of lies. What I have to say I shall speak outright: Koltira has cast over me shame so heavy that even my great shoulders cannot bear it. Without provocation and with even less warning, he raised his terrible sword against me, purposing to feed his insatiable fury upon my blood - and had he given proper challenge, I doubt he would have allowed me time to prepare my own arms and shield that I might meet him! Defeat in so dishonorable a duel as this has left my pride spoiled and festering like the carrion upon which dogs and birds feast. How many battles must I fight on behalf of the wild-eyed Qorral, those whom I owe so little, while in my heart it is this duel for which I most yearn?

[ this is the second time he's been called out, and Loki's beginning to wonder if ALASTAIR plans to do anything about that "insatiable fury for blood" (there's a my in there somewhere, but you know) that Achilles seems so offended by.

there's a lot of talk about pride an honor, and it reminds him of some hams he knows back in Asgard. ]

Who am I to tell you who to hit in the face with a sword and who to not? Now that you've gotten that honor of yours all over everything. It does have the scent of bad timing, though.

You too would ask that I wait, O great immortal? Tell me - what need is there to delay this duel in which men shall contest bravery and strength both? Have we not culled the worm-cursed Deemers from the dark crevasses of this land, whose crags have long since had their fill of blood? What is left of this wretched race, but for those dregs whom this company has captured? If there is some calamity I have overlooked in all this time that I have harnessed myself in my glinting armor and raised my pitiless spear, then speak of it.

You're asking me if it's the right time to wave your dick in public?

[ this is what he's got from this, ok. ]

[At once he is offended! More so than he already was!]

So wanton a display is hardly fit for a public forum! [~~Low-key exhibitionist tendencies aside.~~] Whence comes such a question as this?

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[ the amusement is apparent in Loki's voice, even without his smile showing. ]

You did say something about raising your spear. Did I take that the wrong way?

[ yes Loki you took that in the wrong way. ]

What could I have meant but the fine bronze spear that Gilgamesh, shepherd of the people, did bestow upon me when I had not mine own to wield? The only lust I speak of now is that which burns for bloodshed.

I'm talking about the other kind of spear.

...

[ nudge nudge, wink wink. ]

True enough that I have impaled many a lovely-haired woman too, yet this is not the work of my spear, nor shall I boast of such deeds where all of this company may hear.

[Although he shall happily leave this to your imagination, Loki.]

I'll not fault you for being shy.

Though I'd bid you care in your pursuit. The dead are not so easily trifled with.

It is not for shyness but for decorum, Loki of Asgard. Surely such tales are best saved for private conversation, for that which is kept secret is savored all the better. What man would wish to reveal in full his lover's beauty for all the world to see? No, the joy of having a woman is knowing that she is yours alone to gaze upon and pluck pleasure from.

Nevertheless, I shall heed your counsel. Well do I know that I stake my life upon this battle, and thus I do not enter blindly.

( video ) un: achilles

UN: LOKI. AUDIO.

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idek how to respond to this

with beauty

and grace

and a punch to the face

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