[ One Man Show ] un: Starking Exhausted @Everyone

[nonstopnarcissist]

[ January 25th, after Mark's role call message ]

Circling the Wagons time, folks. Who's got what on hand, what colors are you connected to- Kamala, Bruce, drop your knowledge for any newcomers caught up in this mess. Whatever emotional trigger or whatever used to be needed for them? Doesn't seem to be a thing.

If anyone's found a source of water, let it be known.

For me I've got- a hammer and a chisel. That's it.

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[sundr]

I don't suppose you have eyes on our friend.

[A pause of consideration.]

Or his quarry.

SUPER PRIVATE

[nonstopnarcissist]

Guy named Zevran is with one of them. They're both called Connor.

[sundr]

There isn't really a tactful way to ask after the color of his device without raising more questions, is there.

[It's not a question, and Loki spares a moment to wonder if Zevran is either very fortunate or nursing a headache for the burden of his company as they speak.]

If the fates favor you all, hope that they've been kind enough to see them separated for the time being.

[nonstopnarcissist]

Well, ask if he's friendly or an asshole. That's pretty straightforward.

Honestly? Knowing our luck they'll run into each other somehow. I'd put money on it.

[sundr]

Don't overestimate how invested I am in this project, Stark. Our deal begins and ends by proximity, and there is little I can do for you so long as I'm stranded on the wrong side of these mountains away from where the others have grouped themselves.

[nonstopnarcissist]

I don't expect you to keep it from happening, Brodinson. Expectations are lowered considerably considering we're all up fuck mountain without a condom.

[sundr]

[Oh how he didn't miss this one's unique turns of phrase. Especially:]






Brodinson.

[nonstopnarcissist]

...You're right, that fits your brother better. Death Cab for Loki? Hm.

[sundr]

I know that you know that I have little context and even less interest in what you're talking about.

[nonstopnarcissist]

I have so few joys left to me, Reindeer Games. Let me have this.

[sundr]

And risk my reputation as heartless monster? I couldn't possibly.

[nonstopnarcissist]

That's what you think your reputation is? Wow. You are grossly miss informed, Sven of the North.

Your reputation is of a diva on a bender.

[sundr]

[WOW come for his throat, why don't you. His original sarcasm aside:]

That doesn't sound correct.

[nonstopnarcissist]

At the time, sure, you were the worst thing that happened.

It's been years, worse shit, considerably worse shit, has happened. It's all relative.

[sundr]

[...yeah okay, fine.]

Loathe as I am to agree with you, I suppose you have a point. And to think those may have been simpler times.

[AKA: thanks, he hates this.]

Try not to die, Stark. Our business is yet to be finished.

[nonstopnarcissist]

Everything seemed straightforward then.

Same to you. Thor will mope and that? That's a migraine I do not need.

[sundr]

[Even turned enemy even to himself, ripped inside out and howling for it, Loki would agree. Between everything he still had then and everything he's lost since--there's no real comparison.]

And how beside myself I would surely be, even in the afterlife, to know I've caused you such unnecessary pain.

If you see any those damned foxes, kill them.

[nonstopnarcissist]

I thought you'd be more upset about leaving your brother alone for the- what? Forth, fifth time?

Noted. I'll get right on it with my hammer and chisel. I'll sculpt them to death.

[sundr]

He is plenty capable of taking care of himself, you realize, regardless of what he's led you to believe.

[Can you not, Stark? Just take the sarcasm.]

I have faith that you'll figure something out unless you would like to be transported even further from your goal.

[nonstopnarcissist]

So you're immune to the face? He's learned how to do it in text form too, it's awful.

All else fails I'll throw a rock at them or something. I've survived worse.

[sundr]

Centuries of continued exposure do tend to have that effect.

[Says the lying liar who lies.]

We'll certainly see, I suppose. [Good luck, in other words.]