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[For a few moments the video focuses on a rather peaceful view of Jeopardy -- if anyone can call that city particularly peaceful -- before the video turns around to show Kenzi. She's much less done up than when she arrived but no less stylish.]

So when I arrived -- [a pause] correction -- returned, I wanted to play like I'd never been here. I figured if I faked it long enough maybe I'd just forget everything. Everyone I knew... [She trails off as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.]

Anyways! Fate had other plans. As it does.

So. Let's try this again. Hi, my name is Kenzi and I was here about four years ago before being 'ported back home. Before that, I was an imPort for three years which means if you do the math I was only in this world for a year. The two before spent in, what're people calling it, oh, the Alpha World.

I'm one of Atropos' survivors and let me tell you right now there will be no surviving Atropos a second time. It'll be game over. The. End.

[She lets that hang for a moment before continuing.]

Not unless we -- and I mean all of us -- come up with a plan.

I know a lot of you just wanna hide your heads in the sand and hope this all blows over or are just rolling over and accepting death. Because that's what it will be. Death. And as someone that's done that a couple of times now I'd rather not for a third.

I know a lot of you probably want to fight. Will fight. But you can't fight a reality-bending, world eating god. Not without some help.

I know a lot of you are probably against it -- don't like the idea even, I know I don't -- but we need Lachesis and Clotho. We need to summon them if we're going to have a fighting chance. I mean it might bite us in the ass later, but I'm gonna be positive about this and hope it won't.

So that's my plan. What's yours?

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I shall watch you struggle, fail, and this dreadful planet find its demise.

[ That's oddly honest for him, but... It's a plan? Sort of? He currently just really doesn't care. ]

[She squints at him, looks at the name, squints at him again. She can see the resemblance.]

Smaller you was nicer.

That's why I destroyed it.

[ Not what she might mean, but the first thing for him to come to mind is still this pesky younger version of him wandering around until just a few days ago. ]

It?

[Her eyebrows go up for a moment.]

Oh, right! The weird double thing that was going on. Naw, I meant a younger you that was here back when I was.

[ He looks confused for a short moment, then frowns and finally plain rolls his eyes. ]

The sausage-cooking paper-cutout fighter, then.

I heard.

[ And he's not too impressed by what he has been told. ]

For the record: There is no relation between us.

Other than the little bit of resemblance and name, of course.

And yet both can deceive.

[ Considering the good detective David Loki shares his name and the appearance of Mysterio he isn't even wrong. ]

My one request remains to not be mixed up with whoever may have been here before.

[ Even if that one was... Well. Nicer. ]

I've met my fair share of Lokis [At this point the number has reached four] and there ain't no way I'm mixing any of you up.

Though if you can be a bigger asshole than the one from home, I'll be surprised.

How reassuring.

[ It's a flat statement and it may not be entirely sure whether he is referring to the amount of Lokis she has met or about not getting mixed up with either of them.

At least he can assume to be remotely unique despite everything. ]

I will consider taking that as a challenge.

It's a special brand of assholery so good luck.

[She doesn't think he's actually bored enough to try.]

So you consider me but a common beast. I see.

[ He actually isn't, that much is true. David gave him something to work on and Peter signed him up with social media. A good chunk of his assholery these days happens in shipping wars and fandom discourses on rumblr. It's a mess. And it's Peter's fault. ]