Reclaiming voice, perhaps? I wonder...

[witch_thief]

'Tis a most curious thing you've done, creating this little outlet for me. Though I wonder what exactly is is that you have planned this time? We have gone down this road before, remember? I've seen the things in your head, recall the... things... that you desired. 'Tis most unnatural, you know. *gives a dismissive wave of the hand* I shall not participate in anything of the sort. I admit, I was curious, but had no intentions to do as you desired me too. Absolutely not.

[But, how can you say that? I know you're interested, everything happens at your tent, you're bound to watch.]

Oh, are we going to dictate actions by what one watches? Am I to assume, then, that you have such desires as to participate in.... By the Maker, how can she possibly have that many tentecles inside her? And she's enjoying it? 'Tis definitely out of the question. I'd rather sleep with the mongrel.

[o.O]

Not that one; that twit, Alistair. Only intelligent thing he ever did was give command to your warden. Lyna. I suppose I should be thankful that you haven't put us together.

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[changethendie]

Oh! I know those tentacles. They're nearly as popular as the traditional mortal rutting found throughout their worldwide web. [this. this kid is like 12] I don't see how it could be enjoyable, either. It looks rather restraining.

[witch_thief]

Mortal rutting?

'Tis truly a most disturbing thing to have such... no, I shan't talk about it.

[changethendie]

That's what Sif said! I only want to know all I can about the mortal world, if I'm to be living among them.

[witch_thief]

Sounds like this Sif seems to have his head on right then. [What is the world coming to, all these little icky kids doing... such perverted things.]

Live among the mortal world? Am I to take it then, that you are some sort of god? [Incredulous stare. A 12 year old god that wants to... prattle around with a bunch of idiots? Oh, he and Alistair would be best chums.]

[changethendie]

Sif is a woman. And she is entirely "badass." [yes, those are fingerquotes. also, blame the Internet for pretty much everything]

You are! I'm Loki, the god of mischief and jazz hands. [jazz hands!] Also foods of the snackish nature and Stark phones. I accept offerings in the form of Trinkies.

[witch_thief]

Ah, I see.

[Well, that explains a lot. Only a woman would have amount of common sense, it seems, in this odd, strange world. Stares incredulously at the air fingerquotes. What is it with people and touching and talking with their hands?]

[Of course, only a 12 year old would personify jokes, pranks, mischief, and all other things that Alistair embodies.]

Trinkies?

[changethendie]

[Morrigan has no idea how right she is. The women of Asgardia are the only voices of reason, excepting Loki sometimes. And rarely the king]

Trinkies! Yellow, cylindrical pastries with a wonderful icing filling that possesses heart-clogging abilities! They're very unhealthy for mortals, but so very delicious. I'm of the opinion that Hela invented the treat, and some day I shall thank her.

Ah, she's the queen of the Asgardian afterlife. Hell, as you may know it.

[witch_thief]

[Morrigan knows exactly how right she is. She thought or spoke it, so naturally, it is true.]

'Tis most... odd, things that are unhealthy are so desirable.

[Ponders this Hela for a moment] So... she's Alistair, then? Or is he one of her minions?

[changethendie]

[ahh, she'd fit right into Asgardia. and Marvel comics in general]

There is likely some deep, melancholic meaning to that truth. And the finding would likely depress us all.

[he cocks his head, cupping his chin with a hand] I know not this Alistair. Could be he's a demon in the greater Hellish area, like Mephistopheles. But Hela has but two hands: the one-handed warrior Tyr and the maiden Leah.

[witch_thief]

Mayhaps.

[She ponders for a moment. How to explain Alistair?]

Alistair is a former Templar, charged with keeping order in the Chantry. He was recruited as a Warden, and though the senior, passed leadership on to a new recruit. Not very confidence inspiring when the true heir of the throne passes on leadership to another. Oh, yes, he is heir to the throne, and thusly, a true royal bastard.

Oh, and the worst part? He plays with dolls. A grown man, playing with dolls. He calls them figures, but they are dolls.

[changethendie]

Ah, so it was a joke! Ha ha! Very good.

[and dang can you dish out the insults. Loki officially likes you, Morrigan]

A man such as that is no man at all. He's most definitely a demon. [crosses his arms and nods sagely] I'll alert Mephistopheles he is missing one of his own immediately.

[witch_thief]

[Her life is insulting others. Thankfully, others make it oh, so easy.]

'Tis what I've been saying all along, yet no one listens. [Nods enthusiastically] Yes, 'twould be wise. [Anything</> to get him away from her person would be a good thing.]