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maskormenace2014-09-01 03:15 pm
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Entry tags:
- † annie leonhart | n/a,
- † billy kaplan | wiccan,
- † clara oswald | n/a,
- † desmond miles | n/a,
- † dick grayson | nightwing,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † edward nygma | the riddler,
- † gabriel | trickster,
- † gilbert nightray | n/a,
- † jessica jones | n/a,
- † kanaya maryam-lalonde | psychopomp,
- † kara styrdottir | n/a,
- † kate bishop | hawkeye,
- † lightning | the savior,
- † loki laufeyson | n/a,
- † lust | n/a,
- † margaery tyrell | the little rose,
- † wally west | kid flash,
- † will graham | wolf trap
░ TWO. ▍VIDEO.
[ if it's not obvious, it's definitely Loki. he's all dressed up in his armor and headpiece, and he's also wearing a peculiar mask. ]
A shame it isn't November yet. "Remember, remember the first of September" doesn't have the same cultural significance, does it? Let's just say it's more of throwing off the mask of anonymity.
[ with a sigh, he pulls up the mask, revealing his face. he looks theatrically put-out. the curious part really isn't his face, or the mask, but he's entirely surrounded in white, fluffy clouds and clear, blue sky as far as the eye can see. there's no horizon in sight, it's essentially the perfect blue backdrop that he's standing against. how he got there or where exactly he is could be anyone's guess. ]
Before I dive right into the meat and potatoes, I'd like to make a few things clear. Dabbling in truth was never really my strong point, but utilizing it is something else entirely—oh, and publicly, I'm well aware! Let's just say that I'm a sneaky good-for-nothing trickster, and everyone should keep an eye on me.
That's the disclaimer for you! See? No need for the bouts of warning that this message may accompany.
[ he shrugs up his shoulders, struts forward and poses before looking all too smugly satisfied with himself. ]
That said, down to biz. There's been a lot of talk. The kind of talk that really doesn’t go anywhere. Captain Holiday always keeps the guise of the matter-of-fact while being one of the most frustratingly vague people within these Nine Realms. I take it that it's already been noted. But with new techniques such as the compartmentalization of information—how much does anyone within the mortal government really know?
Hornets, terrorist attacks, space missions, and we all remember that pleasant paint ball incident where the prize was a date with the lovely Porter while everyone else participating succumbed to an untimely and unfortunate death-like experience. There were also the challenges in space that most likely would have ended in boom without intervention. Ah, and the time at that swear-in soiree where the wrong saunter to the wrong room at the wrong time left the crowd there feeling like they were on fire, but it's okay, they really weren't. Then there's that monotheist who went on a psychotic murder bender and ravaged the countryside to fix the so-called anomaly of us. [ a dismissive wave of his hand. ] Who may get off on good behavior soon, as a pleasant side note for all of us keeping track.
And the latest and greatest, the wide-scale opportune kidnapping of imPorts thrown into a death match with mechanical bears, etcetera. Complete with nullifier tech! Hm ... it's almost as if someone out there doesn't like us very much. Or the idea of us, and ideas can be powerful. Wasn't there that bit about interrogation within the borders of this country? We are in the middle of some kind of temperature-like war, aren't we? You could really carve up the tension with a dull blade.
Out of all these seemingly connected, or unconnected events, we're forced to conform to a universe synced up tech savvy Greek Fate program and a Porter that thinks it’s all in good funsies to muck with our abilities and pull us through several omniversal barriers, and all the while managing to constrain the powers of those who can find such methods of travel. Moral of the story? Don't ever pay full price for travel when you can do it for free. That's to say that my extra-dimensional abilities don't hold water. Nor did the other spectrum of mortal religion's. [ cough cough Lucifer cough cough. ]
Not saying that there aren't worlds worse than this, it's pretty much a grand walk in the park from every angle. But other possibilities out there—a-aa-aand the probability of another "bad end" is always sort of there, isn't it? I've been there, I've seen them, and they're none too pleasant.
[ possibility brought gifts and curses, but he'd still take freedom any day of the week over the small comfort of security. he likes it here, even all these mortal politics. ]
Holding information hostage gets old and can cause all kinds of trouble. Like dying trouble. No one likes dying trouble. So I'd like to propose some sharing is caring—conspiracies, experiences, theories, call it a free-for-all impromptu exercise. Keep it public, won't we? A little ol' request from this trickster. We don't want anyone running around in a hacking frenzy for information. Kiiiind of misses the point.
Oh, yes, to start us off! It’s a bit funny how only one Fate is mentioned syncing with the Porter. There’s three, isn’t there? At least myth dictates of them. Hm—sooooo … how many other references can we pick up on, hm? Who's ready for Greek bingo?
ETA.
[ he straightens his voice with a little er-mm. ]
Let's make that Greek and Roman, hm? I guess that ups the chances of a bingo, so Lachesis can be the "free space."
A shame it isn't November yet. "Remember, remember the first of September" doesn't have the same cultural significance, does it? Let's just say it's more of throwing off the mask of anonymity.
[ with a sigh, he pulls up the mask, revealing his face. he looks theatrically put-out. the curious part really isn't his face, or the mask, but he's entirely surrounded in white, fluffy clouds and clear, blue sky as far as the eye can see. there's no horizon in sight, it's essentially the perfect blue backdrop that he's standing against. how he got there or where exactly he is could be anyone's guess. ]
Before I dive right into the meat and potatoes, I'd like to make a few things clear. Dabbling in truth was never really my strong point, but utilizing it is something else entirely—oh, and publicly, I'm well aware! Let's just say that I'm a sneaky good-for-nothing trickster, and everyone should keep an eye on me.
That's the disclaimer for you! See? No need for the bouts of warning that this message may accompany.
[ he shrugs up his shoulders, struts forward and poses before looking all too smugly satisfied with himself. ]
That said, down to biz. There's been a lot of talk. The kind of talk that really doesn’t go anywhere. Captain Holiday always keeps the guise of the matter-of-fact while being one of the most frustratingly vague people within these Nine Realms. I take it that it's already been noted. But with new techniques such as the compartmentalization of information—how much does anyone within the mortal government really know?
Hornets, terrorist attacks, space missions, and we all remember that pleasant paint ball incident where the prize was a date with the lovely Porter while everyone else participating succumbed to an untimely and unfortunate death-like experience. There were also the challenges in space that most likely would have ended in boom without intervention. Ah, and the time at that swear-in soiree where the wrong saunter to the wrong room at the wrong time left the crowd there feeling like they were on fire, but it's okay, they really weren't. Then there's that monotheist who went on a psychotic murder bender and ravaged the countryside to fix the so-called anomaly of us. [ a dismissive wave of his hand. ] Who may get off on good behavior soon, as a pleasant side note for all of us keeping track.
And the latest and greatest, the wide-scale opportune kidnapping of imPorts thrown into a death match with mechanical bears, etcetera. Complete with nullifier tech! Hm ... it's almost as if someone out there doesn't like us very much. Or the idea of us, and ideas can be powerful. Wasn't there that bit about interrogation within the borders of this country? We are in the middle of some kind of temperature-like war, aren't we? You could really carve up the tension with a dull blade.
Out of all these seemingly connected, or unconnected events, we're forced to conform to a universe synced up tech savvy Greek Fate program and a Porter that thinks it’s all in good funsies to muck with our abilities and pull us through several omniversal barriers, and all the while managing to constrain the powers of those who can find such methods of travel. Moral of the story? Don't ever pay full price for travel when you can do it for free. That's to say that my extra-dimensional abilities don't hold water. Nor did the other spectrum of mortal religion's. [ cough cough Lucifer cough cough. ]
Not saying that there aren't worlds worse than this, it's pretty much a grand walk in the park from every angle. But other possibilities out there—a-aa-aand the probability of another "bad end" is always sort of there, isn't it? I've been there, I've seen them, and they're none too pleasant.
[ possibility brought gifts and curses, but he'd still take freedom any day of the week over the small comfort of security. he likes it here, even all these mortal politics. ]
Holding information hostage gets old and can cause all kinds of trouble. Like dying trouble. No one likes dying trouble. So I'd like to propose some sharing is caring—conspiracies, experiences, theories, call it a free-for-all impromptu exercise. Keep it public, won't we? A little ol' request from this trickster. We don't want anyone running around in a hacking frenzy for information. Kiiiind of misses the point.
Oh, yes, to start us off! It’s a bit funny how only one Fate is mentioned syncing with the Porter. There’s three, isn’t there? At least myth dictates of them. Hm—sooooo … how many other references can we pick up on, hm? Who's ready for Greek bingo?
ETA.
[ he straightens his voice with a little er-mm. ]
Let's make that Greek and Roman, hm? I guess that ups the chances of a bingo, so Lachesis can be the "free space."
no subject
no subject
[ it's not obvious in his tone or his voice—but he hates it. he hates every moment of the predictable written that is Fate and the implications that surround it. overcoming it and breaking free is something intensely personal, and the idea of any entity parading them around and carrying the name of a Fate is unsettling. ]
If resonance happens in several universes, then are their ones that can happen within the entirety of the omniverse?
[ with a partial whistle. ]
no subject
I don't buy into that. But if we're trying to get to the bottom of this, it's not about what we believe. I'd like to know what all of this means to them.
no subject
[ the powers that be that'd like to stick him into an uncomfortable one-dimensional box. ]
Therein lies the problem. Your chicken and the egg ordeal.
[ waves his hand. ]
"Them"? The government of the populace? Hmm, and about the Porter, specifically? There are a few opinions going around.
Robin, is it?
no subject
"Them" being the ones in charge, but I wouldn't say no to anyone's insight. You never know what you might hear.
Robin. Like the bird. Tweet tweet.
no subject
[ there's an off-hand hum of curiosity. ] "The ones in charge" is a bit vague. This country's leaders? Though the military may be a place to start.
no subject
Much to my dismay, I don't have the president on speed dial. [ His grin is audible. ] Our, ah, handlers, I guess, would be the ones I'd want answers from first. The ones who are supposedly dealing with the Porter and the people it drags in here. But they've been kind of tight-lipped, haven't they?
no subject
[ and of course, whenever anything was given to the military, they turned it into a weapon, even if the "it" was people. in this case they were a different kind of weapon, but the way they've been parading them coupled with the growing tension surrounding them was evident to anyone paying attention. ]
Though I wouldn't say they've exactly been tight-lipped. Instead they've been taking advantage of a situation--[ there's another hm! ]--and really, who could blame them? Best to treat your anomalies well.
If anything, the information is either deeply compartmentalized or, more surprisingly, they simply don't know. If I were to put coin on something, it'd be that.