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[craftpunk]

[ It's a hyper-synthesized laugh -- it doesn't sound like a Wario sound-effect this time -- that clicks on. There's no video, he won't give his location away that easily. Not when he knows how this is going to play out. ]

Oh, things got interesting while I was gone, didn't they? I'm honestly surprised anyone was intelligent enough to make the logical leaps -- and forthright enough to come forward. I guess that means I won't get to come to any family dinners anymore.

[ A pause, and there's a click, and a sound that some will recognize as Woden's Bifröst opening up, if you've been in contact with it. ]

I'm sure you all have plenty of petty grievances to air. You might as well get them out of the way now, so I only have to hear them once, and we can all move on, yes? It's alright, you can let it all out. It's a "Safe Space".

[ You can even hear the air quotes, and the sarcastic lilt to his voice. ]

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voice;

[photophobic]

You know where to come.

voice;

[craftpunk]

Now, now. Is that an invitation?

Will I find the lit end of a lightsaber, if I step through?

voice;

[photophobic]

As amusing as I might find it, to watch you walk into my blade– no.
When I decide to kill you. I assure you.
You will see the moment coming.

audio ;

[setmatch]

Still hiding behind that mask, Professor Blake?

video;

[notgood]

As a public notice, if anyone would be interested in suing Dr. David Blake, I'm taking pro bono cases in this one instance.

voice;

[craftpunk]

Aw.

Well then, perhaps I'll find my way there, if I'm not going to end up dead. Although, I should warn you -- I will initiate a killswitch just in case you get any ideas in your head.

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[craftpunk]

Hm... [ It sounds pensive. ]

Now, now, David -- [ He wields his own name like a weapon, double-edged though it is. ]

You should know me better than that. Is it hiding, if everyone already knows my identity? I would call it embracing all sides of myself.

video;

[craftpunk]

Wow!

Free cases, just to see me suffer? I must have really gotten under your skin, huh?

[slightlyoffchilt]

[oh HEY GIRL. Guess who's also back? Guess who's also back, and with a new power? Guess who's infuriated at being victimized by your godly schemes twice now.]

I never regretted calling your doctorate in theology something fraudulent.

[And so Woden would "hear" the intrusive thought in his own head, "spoken" in his own mind-voice, however that might sound naturally to him: he's right, I am a fraud. I don't know how to be anything else.

Guess who doesn't have any moral qualms about abusing his own new power.]

[notgood]

Let's not make this about me, when you wanted this post to be all about you.

voice;

[photophobic]

Have I ever deceived you, David?
Or have I given you precisely what I said I would.
Every time.

[grandtheftequine]

And here I was starting to think you weren't coming back.

video

[girlybruiser]

[ And here she was kind of hoping he wouldn't reappear. Poor Cassandra is going to have a hernia over it, isn't she? ]

This is all a twisted game to you, isn't it?

voice;

[craftpunk]

Of course not, but we both know how...easy it is for someone to completely change their mind.

Don't we?

[craftpunk]

Oh yes, we can't start diving into what was so personal for you, can we?

After all, I clearly upset you. Most people wouldn't be so offended. This kind of thing happens all the time, around here. Most imports even come back to life.

voice;

[photophobic]

[ He laughs. It's a low chuckle, edged with something very, very sharp. ]

Try harder. You might still earn yourself the hole through the heart you ache for.

[notgood]

With the amount of damage you've caused, most people would be offended, yes. With previous incidents, most can be contributed to accident. Yours was intentional.

[craftpunk]

Oh yes, I suppose you would say that.

[ His words slow as he says it, the dismissal of the insult seems to not quite make it, like he's realizing just how true it was. David cleared his throat, and it sounds like a blender mixing rocks. ]

I'll have you know, I worked very hard for my degree, and my place as the world-respected expert.

[ who is he trying to convince? Chilton, or himself? ]

[craftpunk]

Oh, Logan... [ Said with that unerring confidence. ]

I'm really rather resilient. You shouldn't have worried.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Are you trying to convince me? Or yourself?

[Uncanny.

He knows, says the little voice in David's head. He's onto you.]

voice

[craftpunk]

[ He laughs. ]

Oh good, you're catching up! It takes some time, I suppose, when you're kept in the dark. You shouldn't beat yourself up too much.

voice; 1/2

[craftpunk]

Mm, or perhaps...

action

[craftpunk]

[ Woden hopes Kylo is at home, because that's where the false god steps out of his Bifröst to. There's confidence in his stride, but there's still a gun tucked in the band of his pants. ]

I'll call your bet.

video

[girlybruiser]

[ She truly hates the way he laughs and the way it makes her feel as if dozens of spiders are crawling up her skin.

But her eyes narrow instead, unimpressed. She doesn't convey her fear that easily. ]

You truly have no shame. [ How disappointing, but somehow expected. ] The trouble you caused and the people you preyed on... and all for what?

[photophobic]

[ Kylo is at home, of course. He's standing by the window, looking out on the street below in true star wars villain fashion, though he turns at Woden's arrival. Slow, unhurried.

There's a potential violence hanging in every measured movement. A pent up flood held back by a dam. ]

You can take that off.

[ He says it abstractly, his tone low– thrumming with power. His eyes meet their reflection just where David's must be. ]

We don't need it.