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[ 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."

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Queen of hearts.

[ not because he put them up his sleeve and he's a downright dirty cheater, of course. ]

What wild specifications you have! Queen of Hearts -- should I even ask why?

But, in other words, you've got a finger on a face card. Different order, same players. Much like this place.

Not a bad analogy.

[ not to say that he doesn't always have his finger on a face card. ]

But a game usually has a purpose.

Quite true. We can probably surmise that the game isn't solitaire -- unless you've got a solipsistic bent? [Halfway a joke.] Poker? Seems a bit too cut and dry, and without the haunting Orwellian overtones -- perhaps Blackjack? Guessing the stakes with each turn.

Regardless. I think we're entitled a few aces up our sleeves.

[They're both into "alternative game perimeter testing", as it were.]

A little bit of 52 Card Pick-Up, perhaps. [ on the note of half-jokes. jump through into another universe, and the cards scatter. ] Not to say that such a thing wouldn't make it obvious. Finding a less precarious card game is a bit of a challenge for a good metaphor.

I think it's time we changed the game entirely. Don't you?

That might be a nice change of pace.

You're amassing players. Provoking discussion. Perhaps taking an interest less in who delivers what answers, and more in how.

You know how emotional these games can be.

There's nothing to the game if it's not.

[ he was a god of chaos, passion and change. all of which fell hand in hand with one another. rousing a small revolution was on his daily TDL. ]

They certainly set the stakes high.

[ he doesn't exactly admit to the amassing players bit, but the lack of any comment makes it a little obvious. ]

[There's a brief quiet on Eddie's end -- while he appreciates the emotion of others (all the more to manipulate), he likes a colder, calculating game.

Not that he can divorce himself from his own emotions, mind. He's not that kind of Gothamite.]

I see.

[private.]

Are you willing to say who you can count on?

[ it was good enough point to end any conversation publicly. ]

In all honesty—if we are speaking honestly—I would rather keep my options open. Sometimes a few variables in the mix can be an awfully good thing.

[ he was curious with the bunch that had been brought here. ]

Don't you think that we're all brought here for a reason?

[ don't you just wanna break it? ]

If we're all brought here for a reason, I'm inclined to dispute the reasoning.

[Eddie's method of breaking things.]

And as for your garden variety -- yes, I agree that diversifying your options is ultimately optimal. Do you already have a plan to make them work nicely together?

-- Or are you not looking for nice?

Whatever reason there is takes a backseat to very idea that there's a reason at all. [ he waves his hands and brushes off the invisible notion with his fingers. fuck Fate in any form. ] You're interested, are you? Not saying that you haven't been subject to this kind of thing before. [ like tearing open a knit wound. ] I can't say I have enough information to put any gears in motion.

"Nice" is an open element when it comes to change.

[ he'd vouch for change each time. ]

I think there's a reason, there's cogent effort involved.

[Nothing to do with fate, of course, and maybe not anything to do with the government. Eddie had heard their keepers in their conversations, and their careful words -- such very cautious, precise words, weren't they?

Someone had the bright idea to engage the multiverse, however. Someone had an agenda.]

I don't work well in team efforts. [His way of acknowledging that yes, he was interested. In the ideas.] But I do on individual levels -- I wouldn't mind establishing informational partnerships with you. What I discover, I can pass along. Between us, neither needs to play nice. We just have to play smart.

[He was always an elitist like that.]

Information is a precious commodity, especially in light of any sort of establishments that are in dire need of discredit. Viva la can't really hold up without it.

[ there's a curious tip of his head. ]

You do understand that I'm Loki, don't you? That's a bit like playing with fire.

I understand it, I've met you -- versions of you, but the same world. I've played this game before. [The words come out distracted, as if his attention is already elsewhere. As if this conversation had been played time and time again.] The self-promotion is incredibly unnecessary.

Think about the offer, won't you? I promise to not be offended, if you decline. We both have our other resources, after all.

The disclaimer is always present—you know, a nice reminder. People have their drawbacks about me. I kind of don't blame them.

[ he is sort of a capricious, conniving asshole. ]

I'll keep it in mind.

This won't put a damper on explosions, will it?

[ like him but don't like him, ok. ]

Their drawbacks will not be mind.

[He's a Gothamite, after all -- capricious, conniving asshole is par for the course.]

Depends on the desired explosions, I suppose. I'll say that I'm not one for the literal.

No, the figurative are so much more interesting.

But maybe a little of the literal.

See, that there is what makes such an arrangement quite enticing.

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