trinkett | Fourth Dispatch: It's Not What You Think. Voice.

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Fourth Dispatch: It's Not What You Think. Voice.

Dear Fellow Residents of Luceti,

Wouldn't it be entertaining to put on some Games here in Luceti? Not that the Cultural Fair wasn't amusing, or any of the other activities going on here -- but true gladiatorial games. The pitting of one creature against another! Think of the thrill and drama and the release that goes along with that sort of entertainment! And here in Luceti we are ideally suited for a very exciting Games indeed.

Who would you sponsor or volunteer for this entertainment? Or would it all be...

[There is a pause here.]

Pokey-mans? I find human beings MUCH more interesting to watch, personally.

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[Survival, of course, can't be dangled as a prize. But there are other things that can.]

Why, the winner receives the Champion's Crown! And, of course, many celebrations in his or her honor.

And that is all? A cheap bauble and a party?

Pathetic.

Did you not hear the "honor" part? [Because that was in there, Loki.] Unless you have better awards?

If you're appealing to honor, you truly do have nothing of value. A crown is worthless with no throne. Paper and tin.

So really, what you're asking is to be entertained for free.

[He smiles. It's not a nice smile.]

You're coming at this from entirely the wrong angle. Games are always more fun when you play them yourself.

Oh, I don't know. I find watching them to be entertaining. Actually, I might confide now -- I find that watching those watching them is the most entertaining. I love their emotion, their excitement.

[Sometimes she has a hard time feeling that. It's a vicarious experience.]

How charmingly voyeuristic.

Too much of a coward to play the game yourself?

[A shrug.] It is not my role. I believe the entertainment factor would be quite low. I am far more useful as a promoter or organizer. The Malnosso know that.

Oh goodness. Do you actually think you're of any sort of significance to the Malnosso? You're nothing but another little data point in their experiment.

Quite uninteresting.

I'm sorry --- you are...?

[Have a wonderfully insincere smile.]

Loki of Asgard. If you haven't heard of me, you need to pay attention a bit better.

[Hey, she's relatively new here. But even so, she doesn't recognize the name. Her society pays homage to ancient Rome, not to Northern cultures.]

That's a curious name. It sounds like an excellent name for a puppy...

[Dog names: something that has been on her mind today.]

Oh, I like puppies. They taste nice.

Ugh! How vile! You sound as though you eat like you're from one of the Districts.

Dear woman, I'm afraid I can't understand you around all the pain and death you consume with your delicate lips.

[This guy is so disgusting. Really.]

I'm afraid I don't like your tone, Mister Loki. In fact, I find it abhorrent.

I don't care what you think.

But I suppose I ought to thank you for reminding some of the charming little mortals that they regularly produce creatures far more monstrous than I. They do like to believe they are better than they are.

I'm not at ALL monstrous! [Now she might be getting audibly upset.] I'm one of the top Chaperones where I'm from!

[Or at least she's gunning to be one.]

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I've been watching the reactions to your modest little proposal. I think you would be less despised if you simply ate puppies.

Poor thing. No one understands you.

[If there's one thing Effie hates, it's being called "poor thing."]

I can handle being despised.

[She can't stand it, actually.]

I'm not bothered.

[His tone shifts to something strangely intimate as he whispers his one word answer:]

Liar.

.....No. You're wrong. You don't know me at all.

[His tone just as much as the one-word response has nudged her that much more off-kilter. Eerie.]

[he's so glad he chose to make this a video call, so he can read her face. That soft, wicked tone continues.]

Oh, I know you well. You are bored, you wish to be entertained, you wish to be important. You desire some place in the world to be given to you because you fear you are barren ground that can create nothing. You're desperate for it, for that recognition that tells you that you are not as you fear.

[His voice drops lower, like the whisper of a lover.] You are an empty shell of clothes and paint with only a tiny scrap of soul to hold it all together, mewling for pity and life.

And no matter how you stuff yourself with light and sound and air, that will never change.

[She slams her journal shut so hard that they can probably hear it echoing through other enclosures.

What was more alarming -- the seduction in Loki's voice, or the fact that he was saying those things? Those things that were ABSOLUTELY NOT TRUE. She had plenty, here. She had a place, and a very good one at that. And the Malnosso were surely going to reward her efforts with an even better one. Her soul is just FINE, thankyouverymuch! She is solid as a rock. She'll always surface. And her pride won't be tarnished by those...sexy mutterings.

She'll probably spend the next five minutes just trying to get over the shivers.]

[And off in his house, Loki just leans back in his chair and laughs.]

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[Video] Sorry about this but he hit it pretty much on the head!

That's what he was going for. <3 thank you darlin!