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ataraxion2013-12-10 08:18 pm
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[The video comes to life in a flourish of black feathers.
There's the caw of a raven, and when the device is adjusted better so that its audience can see the broadcaster, Loki can be seen standing with his arm extended. The aforementioned raven sits on his forearm, head cocked to the side and seeming to look into the feed with something akin to curiosity.
Another ruffle of feathers, and a second raven sits seated on Loki's left shoulder. The sight would be almost comical if not for the fact that there is something oddly imposing about the birds -- large in size, to be certain, but something about their demeanor exhibits a certain cleverness of thought that most ravens would not possess.
Loki smiles. Anyone who has met him before may notice that his hair is a bit longer, but other than that he appears the same. The backdrop is those of the oxygen gardens.]
I've returned to the ship, and yet I've not been gone that long at all, have I? Strange how time is twisted into something incomprehensible in an instance such as this -- but I hardly have a right to complain. Asgard was a reprieve, even in confinement. Svartalfheim was... [He trails off, choosing the right words.] Well. Lacking in a certain glory, but the dark elves were never ones for gilded appearances. I suppose it's a fitting enough battlefield for a glorious death.
I'd like to call it that, at least. Sacrificial. [A twist of his lips, irony escaping his mouth.] Mother would have been proud. Perhaps Odin, as well.
But I digress. [Both ravens then caw loudly, as if on cue.] It seems that despite everything, I've been granted a couple of friends from home. Meet Huginn and Muninn, the King's ravens. Huginn is the one with the annoyed look in his gaze, and Muninn is the one without it. Say hello, the both of you.
[And then (as if also on cue), both birds simply fly off to make their perch in a nearby tree. Loki only laughs, as if this was to be expected.]
Ah. Well. There is always room for improvement, as they say.
[private to mcu!Thor; not really encrypted at all because lol Asgardians encrypting things]
I take it you're still here. In which case I think we may have things we wish to discuss.
There's the caw of a raven, and when the device is adjusted better so that its audience can see the broadcaster, Loki can be seen standing with his arm extended. The aforementioned raven sits on his forearm, head cocked to the side and seeming to look into the feed with something akin to curiosity.
Another ruffle of feathers, and a second raven sits seated on Loki's left shoulder. The sight would be almost comical if not for the fact that there is something oddly imposing about the birds -- large in size, to be certain, but something about their demeanor exhibits a certain cleverness of thought that most ravens would not possess.
Loki smiles. Anyone who has met him before may notice that his hair is a bit longer, but other than that he appears the same. The backdrop is those of the oxygen gardens.]
I've returned to the ship, and yet I've not been gone that long at all, have I? Strange how time is twisted into something incomprehensible in an instance such as this -- but I hardly have a right to complain. Asgard was a reprieve, even in confinement. Svartalfheim was... [He trails off, choosing the right words.] Well. Lacking in a certain glory, but the dark elves were never ones for gilded appearances. I suppose it's a fitting enough battlefield for a glorious death.
I'd like to call it that, at least. Sacrificial. [A twist of his lips, irony escaping his mouth.] Mother would have been proud. Perhaps Odin, as well.
But I digress. [Both ravens then caw loudly, as if on cue.] It seems that despite everything, I've been granted a couple of friends from home. Meet Huginn and Muninn, the King's ravens. Huginn is the one with the annoyed look in his gaze, and Muninn is the one without it. Say hello, the both of you.
[And then (as if also on cue), both birds simply fly off to make their perch in a nearby tree. Loki only laughs, as if this was to be expected.]
Ah. Well. There is always room for improvement, as they say.
[private to mcu!Thor; not really encrypted at all because lol Asgardians encrypting things]
I take it you're still here. In which case I think we may have things we wish to discuss.
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Where are you from? [Because he may not live on Midgard, but he's preeetty sure mortal royalty still exists on Earth somewhere.]
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Earth
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Are there not royal lines still in existence on Earth?
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i dont think so? preeeetty sure most of them are dead :/ but idk for sure
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Casualties of war? [Must be an alternate universe thing.]
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disease
[Sort of.]
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Mortal bodies can be quite fragile. I suppose that should not surprise me.
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r u not mortal? what r u?
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Have you ever heard of the Aesir?
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1/2
2/2
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[there's a difference okay sheesh.]
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god and jesus and all that shits in the bible
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Regardless, I can tell you that the stories written about us are not always accurate.
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must be cool. what r ur powers? do u sneeze and ppl like keel over or something?
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Not quite. And are you asking about individual powers, or powers of the race in general?
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[This is all part totally innocent, teenage girl curiosity - part wanting to know where she stands. There are vampires and werewolves and all sorts of shit on this fucking boat. Got to know who to avoid when it all goes to crap.]
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Strength. Stamina. And overall hardiness that humans do not possess. Very long lives.
As for myself: Magic. Shapeshifting, illusion, various other sorts. Being far more clever than most Aesir can even comprehend.
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I am no street magician, relying on smoke and mirrors and slight of hand. I am a sorcerer and I deal in real magic.
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show me some then
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Difficult to do when there's no audience to be seen, Sir or Lady Anonymous.
[Well, maybe not completely difficult. But he's curious and prying just a little can't hurt terribly.]
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[Not taking the bait, dude.]
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--> disconnect