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[The feed shows darkness. A shadow shifts about and there are vague outlines that many might recognize as the interior of a passenger dorm room. The angle is a bit awkward, suggesting that the communicator was tossed down somewhere. Loki, who has yet to completely master these devices, has accidentally turned on the video instead of audio.]

It has already been reported that my other self is among us no longer. 'Tis so, I cannot feel his presence.

[The moving shadow pauses and clasps his hands thoughtfully, then wanders out of view.]

His was a truly troubled spirit and I can but hope that he has found some manner of peace now.

...I must confess to some envy. I would not mind ridding myself of this place and vanishing as he did. One would think that, for a man who has lived for centuries, a months or even years-long voyage would be as nothing.

[The shadow wanders back into view, placing a horned headdress over his brow.]

The truth is I would give nigh anything to return whence I came. I wonder how many others feel the same way. Do you consider this vessel your new fate? Having been stolen by it, will you now remain upon it until it reaches its unknown destination? Or do you intend to find a way home?

[The shadow turns its head and seems to look directly at the camera, though the view remains tilted and awkward. A pair of green eyes start to glow in the darkness.]

And to those of you intent on staying, where do you suppose this celestial ark is taking us?

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[Terra listens, feeling sympathy for the man's plight. His other self had vanished. Death had wrought this ship. Well, Terra only assumed that he was upset over that last part, as everyone else was to a degree.]

I... am truly sorry about your other self.

[She pauses, unsure of how to answer his next question.]

I don't know if I want to return. I want to believe that this ship is rescuing us from something, but...

[Her eyes drift to the side.]

I don't know how much I can believe it.

I dunno. This place is definitely better than what was waiting for me at home.

[There's the sound of creaking as he sits on the edge of the bed.]

You needn't offer sympathy for my other self. I am sure he would rather be home.

[And Loki did not have much fondness for his other self. He is glad to be rid of him but to admit to this would make him sound callous; something he feels he can't afford quite yet.]

If this ship is truly rescuing us, then the force that threatens us must be tremendous. It would have to be a power capable of reaching across all of space and time. The Eternity itself.

Edited 2012-08-19 16:36 (UTC)

Now, you know, I must ask... What ill fate was that?

I don't mind. Plenty of people have asked already. [There's a bit of tension under that easy grin of his, though.] Last thing I knew at home, I was at the bottom of a river in Germany. [And probably dead. He remembered a lot of pain, anyway.]

[She's been telling herself not to ask since this Loki spoke to her. Don't ask. Be done with it. There's nothing she could do about it anyway.]

Did you do it?

[She owes her Loki. The real Loki. Debts aren't intangible, forgettable things. She owes him and he's very likely dead, and she knows one person who both hates him and would have had the means to do it and, well, what a perfect time to slip a murder by.]

I wonder...is death so terrible that you would willingly come here to escape it?

Why ask? What good would that information do you? All that should matter is that he is gone... Unless you were fond of him overmuch.

I owe him.

[But Loki of all people should never it's never so uncomplicated with him as just owing.]

If he comes back I could warn him to stay away from you.

Owe him what?

What was it that made him the object of your sycophancy?

And what good would that information do you?

[She winces as soon as she says it--Loki would be furious with her now, she knows it. Stupid and interfering.]

I guess it doesn't matter if you killed him or not. If he comes back I'll warn him about you. Don't think I believe this, you know. You don't feel sorry.

Insolent mortal! In one moment I could-

[He audibly deflates]

You were weak willed enough to become subservient to my other self. I had naught to do with that.

Do not take your frustrations out on me because of the actions of another. While your precious Loki pressed your feeble mind beneath his will I was fighting in a war.

Now that I am here I am trying to help you people so that I may find a way home. You may accept my good will or not, but stop flinging your baseless accusations at me.

[It's all she can do not to throw the communicator away from her like a striking serpent, and Loki can hear terrified little hiccups of air if he's paying attention, muffled by a hand over her mouth.]

[So the feed cuts for a while.

A long while. Half an hour, while she refuses to anseer her comm even if it chirps at her, sitting in bed and wondering if he'll show up to break her neck. He doesn't want her for anything.

When she doesn't die, she calls back.]

I'm sorry.

[And if it chokes her to say, who cares?]

[He speaks calmly. He hears the fear in her voice...and relishes it.]

I am not unreasonable. Your apology is accepted.

Know that I bear no ill intent towards you or anybody here. I have nothing to gain from rousing the enmity of this ship.

I would loathe to have to harm anybody.

[That last bit carries a hint of threat.]

[She hears it just fine. Quietly:]

I'd hate to give you a reason to.

I think we can be done here. Loki is gone and that's all we had in common. I won't bother you anymore.

Later days, then.

[Exactly what she didn't want to hear. She flinches from the comm as if struck, but--she'll just be so boring he never wants to talk to her. Right? It could work.]

'Kay.

[She lets him control when the feed cuts.]

[He'd only meant it as a simple "farewell". So after a period of awkward silence followed by another, slightly shorter, period of awkward silence he cuts the feed.]

I originally thought the ship was something to rescue us until I found out that we all come from different worlds.

[She begins fiddling with one of the tails from her hair ties in nervousness.]

I don't know how big of a threat there is. I didn't even know there were worlds beyond my own.

I trust and believe we're headed wherever God intends us to go. I'm not sure what purpose He might intend for all of us yet, and of course I'd be glad to know more. But we are in His hands.

[Pause. Leoben would like to boost the message's encryption up to something unhackable, but it seems absurd to tip that part of his hand to the rest of the ship for no real reason. Really, he doesn't need to say anything more to Loki, but...

He does anyway. Encryption to 80%, making it look like it was developed from Chase's encryption in Leoben's last post.]

One of my sisters has disappeared.

Edited 2012-08-20 00:36 (UTC)

I wouldn't know, I don't remember it.

[IT'S BED TIME IN THEIR ROOM OKOK]

Coming from another alternate dimension, I would say it's best to just accept it. Maybe you'll get pulled to another place. I thought I would be stuck in my first alternate reality.

You say you are no longer certain you can believe this ship is carrying us to safety. What might you believe, then, if not that?

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