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Achilles, son of Peleus ([personal profile] heelies) wrote in [community profile] futurology2016-12-02 04:57 pm

( 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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UN: LOKI. AUDIO.

[personal profile] selfimage 2016-12-03 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Were you looking for an audience?

[ he sounds curious. ]
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[personal profile] selfimage 2016-12-04 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

...

Tell me, what makes this a Thing? Moreso than other battles to be fought?
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[personal profile] selfimage 2016-12-10 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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[personal profile] selfimage 2016-12-15 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
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. ]
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with beauty

[personal profile] selfimage 2016-12-15 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
selfimage: — ɢᴀʀʙᴇᴛᴛ — (Anyway anyhow anywhere.)

and a punch to the face

[personal profile] selfimage 2016-12-15 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm talking about the other kind of spear.

...

[ nudge nudge, wink wink. ]
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[personal profile] selfimage 2016-12-17 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
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.