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[ringthenoise]

[The video clicks on and shows the pale features of a young man that some might recognize as the warrior who was springing around in the warehouse. He's not as mute as he was pretending to be.]

Look, I'm flattered you invited me to join the party and all but you've got the wrong guy.

I'm no soldier.

Don't take orders well. Never did.

So how'bout you just send me back to my old crib, huh?

[He gestures into the camera with his off hand, which is holding an oversized white handgun.]

Do that? And I won't even charge ya for the work I've done so far.

Scout's honor.

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VIDEO.

[badnewsboy]

You've found your tongue! Great! I was beginning to get a little worried. It would be awfully inconvenient if you lost it, don't you think?

Ah, right, business.

[welcome to the wobbliest camera ever.]

It's not much I like the sound of, either. Perhaps other arrangements may be put into place.

VIDEO.

[ringthenoise]

[He sits back]

Arrangements?

VIDEO.

[badnewsboy]

Well, yes, I've been thinking, see ...

[says the absolutely inconspicuous boy in the shady hood.]

The missions are the small picture. [Loki makes a motion, bringing up his forefinger and his thumb close to the camera to indicate "small."] The war the larger one! Somewhere in the mix, we're in space! That aside, I believe that whatever intentions have brought us here have been clear enough. Hoooowever ... [thinking, hm, how does he put this?] They don't seem well in controlling who appears and who doesn't, from whatever time our captors' minds may fathom. Their methods are likely haphazardy and of the "all over" variety.

Even if they heed your call, the threat that you may return remains.

That's sort of a big-picture type of deal.

[ringthenoise]

Sounds like you've been here a while.

[badnewsboy]

[Loki slips back a bit and rubs the back of his head.]

It will be a week soon ...

[ringthenoise]

[Oh, well, embarrassing. Same as him. Dante just chased after the scent of death and blood when he arrived, everything else went in one ear and out the other.]

Huh. You're pretty sharp for a kid.

[badnewsboy]

All compliments are well-received.

Anyway, I was thinking. Why push for a return when there may be other things that may be used in our own interest? You have two rather large arms of fire and don't necessarily get it on as a soldier.

I'm sure that you have loads of questions that are also in need of answers. You simply can't walk into another part of this dimensional science-type reality outside of that of the Nine Realms and not.

[ringthenoise]

Sorry. I don't really have any questions at all.

Truth is I just don't give a shit.

[badnewsboy]

No shits to give?

Then how will you meet your demands of transportation to your home realm?

[ringthenoise]

[He shrugs]

You've got a funny way of talking, kid, you know that?

[badnewsboy]

[he caught that, shrugs are not answers!!]

It's been mentioned once or twice.

[ringthenoise]

Where're ya from?

[badnewsboy]

Asgard. It's gone through some changes, but is Asgard all the same.

[ ... jazz hands!!]

[ringthenoise]

Asgard?

Where might that be?

[He's thinking home of Norse gods but that can't be right...]

[badnewsboy]

Er, well, right now? It floats above Broxton, some place of fine desert on the realm of Midgard. Home of the best cup of joe!

[ringthenoise]

...So you're telling me you're from a city of Norse gods floating over Oklahoma?

[badnewsboy]

Aye.

[face.]

[ringthenoise]

That's some imagination you got there.

[Though somehow Dante feels compelled to believe this is all true.]

[badnewsboy]

[his face does something kind of interesting. his brows knit together for a second, and his expression changes, and suddenly he leans forward.]

Must people always claim that I'm lying? I'm not lying! That's where I'm from!

[ringthenoise]

Did I say "lying"?

[badnewsboy]

[okay, a little sensitive.]

You're dubious.

[ringthenoise]

Well you gotta admit, it's one hell of a story.

[badnewsboy]

Aye, but we're in space to where our captors intend to use us at strategic points in the past to win a war yet to be waged in the future. Perhaps it needs more fire giants.

[ringthenoise]

Maybe.

So? Which one are you?

[badnewsboy]

Er ... um ...

[lowering his voice a little bit.]

Loki. I'm quite famous.