Sifting through games ...

[slaegr]

And you — look at you.

[ Loki chuckles as he regards his mun, quiet and unconcerned, because he's heard this story one too many times before. He seems far too at ease for someone who knows he's going to be allocated somewhere terrible in the foreseeable future, but then again, that's nothing new. This one's been treading the edge of the knife for too long now as it is. ]

Try, by all means, but do not expect me to pander to your dull needs or empty promises. After all, if it is a 'game' you seek ...

[ And there it is, that tilt of the head; the quirk of thin lips that never fails to prelude some kind of mischief. ]

Then it is a game we shall play.

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[neveracoward]

[Charles is comparing her head to this guy's?

Tch. He wishes.]

Don't talk to them that way, it makes them more determined.

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

You realise that you sound like a complete rapist just now?

[slaegr]

At this point I could fairly care less.

[slaegr]

That was hardly the best way for you to make an impression.

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

You assume I wanted to make an impression. Just a bit of advice, that's all.

[neveracoward]

I thought you didn't want to be toyed with, to be given empty promises. Not that you didn't care about, hmm [she lifts her hand distractedly, as though playing with a marionette] ...being in the hands of some pathetic little human.

[slaegr]

Were I in need of any, I can promise you that Midgardian words would be those heeded last.

[slaegr]

Hardly. Rather, this pathetic little human — your words — has sung this song before.

[ He lifts an eyebrow just a touch. ]

Thus far I see precious few strings.

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

Well, don't come crying to the emergency services when you end up with a broken nose or a taser wound. Christ, you're even creeping me out.

[And that's hard to do]

[neveracoward]

[A perfectly manicured red eyebrow lifts, a complete mimicry to his own—same lift, same muscle movement—though the opposite one.]

You think humans anything other than little and pathetic?

[slaegr]

Of course not, I would simply use better words to describe them.

[neveracoward]

And by using better words, that makes you all the better, is that it?

[slaegr]

As you are boring me with your braying — unremarkable at best.

[slaegr]

It certainly helps.

[neveracoward]

[Don't laugh, Loki.

Also, Mystique is way too old for this polite bullshit.]

I hear you're absolutely insane.

[slaegr]

Oh?

[ Have the knowing look he's giving in his icon, Mystique. So. Knowing. ]

Then again, they would say that about me, wouldn't they. I would advise you not to believe everything you are told.

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

At least I won't get banned from playgrounds.

So, what? Are you on your way to a medieval fayre or somethi

[nocathere]

Not the sort to play croquet.

[neveracoward]

[CHECK YO NECK B4 YOU WRECK YO NECK LOKI]

I never said anyone said that, so you can leave the whole "they" out of this. I was more meaning I've observed—and also my mun knows your mun, not going to pretend it's any differently—and that beating around the bush is not my forte. I'm too old for the pussyfooting shit, sweetheart.

[neverspring]

Play? [ Ah... She's so bored basking in the bright, crimson light that almost makes her mood brighten. ] You say that so easily as if the games out there are fun at all.

[no_stopping]

That was the creepiest thing I've heard in. Like. A whole month.

Just so you know.

[slaegr]

A Midgardian pastime, I take it?

[slaegr]

Most anything can be enjoyable providing the correct strings are plucked.

1/2

[neverspring]

What if you don't like puppets? They are too sad to stare at with their hopelessness.

[nocathere]

Wonderland, actually.