[ first magpie ; video ]

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[ when the feed cuts in, it is to the view of a young boy against a bright, clear blue sky, and a rolling horizon of hilly green grassiness; loki perches upon a wall along the outer border of highcrest, like a tiny green gargoyle leering over the path below, though not too terribly intimidating. he raises a gloved hand and waves. ]

Greetings, citizens!

What has it been - oh, some week or so since we have been brought here, to this strange, most pillowy place? I come to you now, to humbly ask for ..things! But let us make with the chase cutting, yes? I.. wonder if any of you have perhaps seen my brother, Thor - big, strapping god, beautiful hair like a lady, big hammer that he's very protective of. Sound familiar? Also, a girl - long dark hair, green eyes, about yea high - [ a vague hand gesture here ] - and very, very scary. Greenish magic, sour disposition. Terrifying smile.

If any of you know anything of there whereabouts, I would be most grateful.

Until then, come, we should all get to know one another, yes? Who knows just how long we will remain here together. I'll start! Hi, my name is Loki, previously of Asgardia, your friendly, charming god of mischief. I enjoy shaken milks, lengthy books, and engaging, vigorous conversation.

Now you go!

Comments

[twitchyswordhand]

[Fated allies bonded in chaos, chains of friendship born in the mass of sentient gelatinous sugary delights.]

...since you're a god of mischief, pranks and mayhem? [This is said slowly, curiously, speculatively, kind of like, "This or killing a cow?" You know, less "LET'S DO THIS" and more "Come on, you gotta have a preference."]

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[ locked forever in the sweet, gooey memory of decadent dessert goods. besties for life.

or something. ]

You make it sound so negative! Come now, I'm not all that bad.

[twitchyswordhand]

[Or something. Buds born in the calorie-rich catastrophe of sentient sweets seeing solace in the arms of another.]

Well...I seem to remember someone telling me to go hug the pudding.

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[ this is just getting entirely out of hand

or spoon, if you will. ]

.. Ah. Well you can hardly blame me! The poor things seemed so forlorn.

[twitchyswordhand]

[You're telling me. Pretty much 90% of my tags involve cake, cookies, ice cream, pudding, or some other dessert, not even gonna lie.]

By the bristled blue bushy beard of Hector, 'forlorn' is understating it! Why...

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So, your brother's Thor. What's the girl's name?

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[ what is even wrong with you

loki cracks a grin; this guy is all right. ]

Leah, she is called. Of Hel. Very scary.

[twitchyswordhand]

[Simple, man, he doesn't want to think about what happened next with the pudding and them and the resulting mess. In fact, let it be agreed that it's never thought about again: it's only referred to in the most cryptic of terms, as if that moment of time hung suspended and ne'er was finished.]

Well, magic aside, she's starting to sound like a friend of mine. I'll let you know if I see her!...assuming I survive the meeting.

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[ oh yes, you needn't worry, friend, for loki is surely not at all the type to use your past embarrassments against you, or to remind you of them for his own benefit and entertainment! ]

Oh, I'm sure you'll be fine! Most likely! You have my thanks.