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Good evening, Tranquility.
Shall we discuss ☺ ?

[ All individual entries are high encryption. Hackable with some work or by extreme skill ( re: JARVIS, etc ]

001 » 012 -- Natasha Romanoff
This seems to be a trend for you.

002 » 083 -- Thor Odinson
Everything leaves in the end. What does that say about you, Odinson?

002 » 023 -- (2009) Sherlock Holmes
If the entity is not human, and passengers on board are not human, what then stops residents from provoking it, exactly?

001 » 198 -- (BBC) Sherlock Holmes
You have been here since the ship began bringing foreign bodies in, correct?

008 » 095 -- Charles Xavier
The child lies, Asgardians are dangerous.

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Don't worry over it.

Is this how you're playing us?

It would be wise to not take me for a fool.
You do not like me. I am abrasive, smug, and smart, like you.

What happens when iron meets iron?

Sparks.

I don't care if we get along. You have power, I have brilliance. We can control this situation. That's all that matters to me.

Edited 2012-07-12 04:22 (UTC)

[ he sends coordinates ]

Meet me.

'Kay

[Libby goes--carefully, leaving an alarm on her comms that will go off if she doesn't deactivate it in half an hour. She's not that stupid.

She arrives, sooty and burned.]

Hi.

It is a fairly remote area. It's not his room, of course not, and he carries nothing of threat on him that one could see. When she appears, his device simply disappears.

"I apologize for my rather unwelcoming mood lately." It's where he'll start. His hands fold and he looks off, taking a moment to move. "We're all under pressure, I suppose. It effects everyone. Take a look at the storage on your device. You'll find clues to this smile entity."

His body stops, allowing her a moment. The data which she will find would make very little sense to the eye. It's layers deep in encryption and has a plethora of codes to detangle.

"I've not the ability to decode this, but I managed to find it tagged deep along the wealth of information from 001 » 198."

Apology. She doesn't buy it. He's right, they're too alike, but he's been doing this longer and so thinks he's better than her. But longer doesn't mean better. Just longer.

"It's fine. I've been a brat lately." That's putting it lightly, and actually she's always like this. The ship changed nothing about her. It's just a new environment for her to navigate.

Loki is part of her navigation. She examines her device quickly--difficult, yes, but she thinks she can do it. No. Knows she can. It might take a while but Libby has never met code better than her, until Smiley and the ship--but even that's temporary. (She buys it, because she thinks they're still on the same side in his mind, and why would you sabotage an ally? She doesn't even question it. Smart enough to locate this, not smart enough to crack. It makes sense to her.)

(As Loki must know, some of the best lies are encased in truth, to make them sweeter to swallow.)

"I'll get right to it." She will. Days, weeks-she'll pull it apart. She looks up, expression smooth. "Do you need anything else?"

He's figured you out. It was easy enough. Your boasting makes you simple, and it would work in your favor if you actually had something to boast about but you don't. Your intelligence works only far enough but you still bleed, break, feel. There is nothing, in Loki's point of view, that could save you. You are a lesser being and it is as simple as that.

"That's all." He nods. "I appreciate it. I fear hat being from a time so old, I know not enough of these modern things."

Loki called her a strawberry. It was more apt than a bird. Especially more than a monster. The monsters in her world had all been simple human creatures. She was never important enough to attract clever ones, which is why she doesn't understand. What she is trying to do might work in her world, but she has commited the mortal sin of a hacker: she's gone in not knowing enough. She has none of the tools or experience she'd need to meet Loki like a Stark in an iron suit.

A strawberry. Wild one. Tiny and tart and easily crushed between fingers or teeth.

She was arrogant, is arrogant, and she has done this to herself. A fast talking irritating character from the start of the story who serves to show the real monsters' casual ability to destroy. Readily forgotten.

Maybe before she dies she does need lessons, like the lie in her hands.

"'Kay," she says, absently (why does she need a name? She's not important, just a strawberry), and accepts Loki's bait and snare. "Then we'll talk later. Don't be a stranger."

She goes off to do exactly what he knew she would: the bait is too sweet, exactly to her taste, and she doesn't know enough to solve it in time.

"Oh," she calls over her shoulder, "And that's not your fault. It's okay. I've got this."

Perhaps she'll learn some, in time. That this place needs to suffer a sense of humility. Enough, until you know enough. Until you have the knowledge and skill. To assume a place here is the same as where you were before is just ludicrous and anyone making such an assumption would simply be asking to be ended.

He just watches her leave with a nod. "Of course. I know that you will."

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