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[snaketrap]

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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[snaketrap]

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."

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[amethysts]

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."

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[snaketrap]

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."