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[poisontongued]

Precisely what fever of the mind is it that plagues you and makes you act on your every thought? You lack wisdom and clarity. You trip about blindly like a child.

You are undeserving of my cooperation. Should you desire it, you must earn it. I do not align myself lightly, mortal creature. Prove yourself. Help me bring my tricks to fruition and I will consider entertaining your fancies and your idiotic whims.

...But if you do not...

...If you disappoint me yet again...

I will be gone from this place and you will see me no more.

Do you understand this aught?

Comments

[anoblelie]

Second chances. My, aren't we the magnanimous one.

[poisontongued]

Let none say Loki is an unjust god.

[anoblelie]

An interesting theory. Though- forgive me, I know little of gods and their powers- wouldn't real power mean not being concerned with such trifles as talk?

[poisontongued]

You mistake me for the Thunderer. I am not he and I never was.

He may bellow and shake his hammer and call his lightning. I am not so barbaric as to throw force about needlessly. Talk opens windows where force merely shatters them.

[anoblelie]

Oh, very well. Gossip, then. After all, justice is relative to the authority that defines it.

[poisontongued]

Gossip is one of the lowest forms of conversation. Next to those quick lines sent by the humans and their.....what is the term? Pads of Ai.

[What are Ipads?]