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. ]


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[selfimage]

Sometimes a little catharsis does good for your mental health.

[ there's a little smile in his voice. ]

We have greater things to concern ourselves with.

[figureitout]

I bet, [ he responds dryly, but amusement bleeds through regardless. ]

You don't need to remind me, trust me.

[selfimage]

[ like ... ]

This is the second time in a row that we've encountered Zymandis, you do know what three times will make it, don't you?

[figureitout]

I told you, you don't need to remind me. I know.

[ trust him on this... he definitely knows, the mantra is so carefully set in his head he'll probably never forget it. ]

[selfimage]

Then you understand what this implies.

[ because Stiles told him he doesn't need to remind him or smth. ]

[figureitout]

That we're screwed?

[ he may be deliberately difficult here, but it's really all your fault, Loki, for setting such an example. ]

[selfimage]

For lack of a better term.

[ doesn't suck when he agrees. ]

[figureitout]

[ oh my god you're not supposed to agree with him??

except when he's right, which he is.

he just wishes he wasn't, really. ]

Great. Any good ideas as to how we're going to delay our inevitable screwed-ness?

[selfimage]

Not until we get more deets.

[ which means: improvise!! ]

There will be a way, Stiles. There's always a way.

[figureitout]

... I know. [ the vaguely panicked edge is gone from his tone, replaced instead with something lighter, steadier. something that sounds vaguely like belief. ]

And if there isn't, we just have to make one. [ because to give up would be to lose before the war has even started. ]

[selfimage]

Aye—don't get too caught up in it now, you'll forget where you are.

[ not the best of advice coming from him, but if it's one think Loki knows how to do, it's be resourceful. it can't be planned for. ]

[figureitout]

[ dryly, ] I'll keep that in mind.

[ maybe not the best of advice, but still good enough not to forget about it. it's all too easy to let the paranoia take over, when the reality is that no amount of planning will likely prepare them for the next encounter with Zymandis. ]