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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."
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[ and a very curious one.
one that was infinitely more complex than the two options given to him. wrong had always been a very loosely defined concept, all in the eye of the beholder. his idea of problem solving differed greatly from those who Asgard would deem more courageous and noble. he was the treacherous liar, but his methods solved problems, got the job done.
chaos and revolution were the in the mantra of a catalyst. ]
And control makes for an interesting debate in ethics. I've been under enough thumbs to say that the cage that threatens to hold us [ "me" ] would be a bad end for anyone.
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[ to him. to him, especially. but there were lines to be crossed. he'd been thrown under the metaphorical bus for a secure future rather than one carved in freedom.
wrong.
it was wrong. ]
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[ She's silenced, briefly, by that answer. Somehow, she hadn't engaged enough forethought to consider how she'd even feel about either answer, but her chest feels strangely light in response to this one. Her cheeks dimple with a smile that never quite quirks her mouth.
Not what she expected, she supposes. That's what it comes down to. She hadn't expected him to have this kind of conviction, let alone conviction rooted in stopping the bad guys (after all, Skye all but said he was one of them). ]
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I'm very mindful of the bad ends.
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[ he admits openly. despite a few more changes to his role, his personality had to make a few rocky adjustments since his bloody tumblr into rebirth. the dissonance caused between the wants and needs of his memories and the current wants and needs of himself had still been an adventure in adjustment.
but he was neither good nor bad, he was Loki. all he wanted to be was himself. he just didn't want anyone else to suffer for it. ]
But no one needs to be a slave to Fate.
[ and if it was one thing he thought of as "wrong," it was that. if there was one thing that he could come out of his little self-depreciating, self-serving hole for, it was that. ]
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[ She'd warned them. Last time, she'd given them enough time. Tried to warn Scott, tried to keep Allison away, knowing what would happen to her if she came.
And then she'd come anyway, and Lydia had felt it happen. Fate won.
Despite how much is on the line, a part of her wants Loki to be wrong. Wants to feel that they're truly trapped by it, powerless, because if they're not then it means she could have done something more. She could have saved Allison, but she just wasn't good enough. Fast enough. Smart enough. ]
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Have you ever wondered why some events happen, why certain rules dictate, and why some never seem to fall out of behaviors? There are patterns in this universe, those patterns resonate. The universe would rather keep to those old cycles, and the stories that we tell ourselves of our lives.
Fate is the gravity that crushes us.
[ it was a little different for mortals, they were real. not like him, who was conceived in tales and myth. those patterns threatened to put him back into a little box, to be that Loki. ]
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Time to solve this mystery!
[ and overthrow Fate!!!1 great ideas, usually coupled with running into traffic. with a plan! ]