AUDIO. UN: LOKI

[selfimage]

[ as the cures and vaccines are passed through ALASTAIR recruits and the population alike, Loki takes a moment to address Audentes. it's the end of one story, after all, he feels that the lingering strings have a chance to be tied up in a neat bow.

there's an odd sort of feeling that accompanies the announcement. while his easy, casual manner still guides his tone, there's a hint of pride in the cadence of his words. ]

As everything comes to an end in Woodhurst, I suppose it would be satisfying to get some closure. There are those of us that are still recuperating, and those of us aiding in the efforts to spread the cure. To all, I bring news.

A fair number of us found dear "Doctor" Percy holed up in his sewer abode, alone aside from his brigade of robotic guards. The work he did to conceive the alien virus and spread the infection, it was all due to his personal efforts. He was a single Zymandis agent, alone, with a grandiose plan to infect the entire universe, and watch it suffer before it crumbled. [ he's leaving a few gruesome details out, but it's probably better for those who already feel nauseous. ]

If the cannibalistic sickness proved effective, Zymandis meant to use it to spread destruction, causing the premature death of other vulnerable timelines to harvest their energy.

[ a pause, and there's a part of him that can't help but be satisfied. ]

He thought he may have a chance for making it out. Instead, he seemed to have met a well-deserved fate. The last vial of his precious sickness has been collected, so it's bye-bye virus for the time being. He won't be reporting to anyone of his unfortunate successes and even more questionable failures.

A pity. [ he says it in the way that it doesn't sound like a pity at all. ]


OOC | threadhopping is great. anyone who was there, feel free to add!

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[predomination]

Of course not. [equally playfully. these assholes.] They've already dashed so many of my hopes already by not doing what I expect. My, my... They're tricky. If they keep playing like this, who knows what we might have to do. Infiltration, aside, of course.

[selfimage]

Well, nothing's worth doing unless it's a challenge. It would be awfully boring if everything on the outside of time were predictable.

[predomination]

And I'm certain on the next mission we may see just how much more exciting it can get. And, hopefully, I have enough time to rest this excitement off first.

[selfimage]

You know what they say about the third change, don't you?

[predomination]

That it's the charm? [now he's just being wry and ironic. it's like a game to see how long he can continue acting like he passed through this storm as affable as anything.] I could do with charm as well, actually.