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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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[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.

[ringthenoise]

Infamous, you mean, right?

That'd explain why people think you're lying all the time.

[badnewsboy]

[making a bit of a face at that, he leans back a bit.]

I'm also not one for taking orders, you see. I'm quite bad at it.

[ringthenoise]

We've got that in common, then.

[badnewsboy]

At the risk of sounding as if I've gone rogue, I would rather not. I believe there may be another way, as formerly stated. All we've to do is find it.

[ringthenoise]

And how are we gonna do that?

[badnewsboy]

[with a very distinct type of confidence.]

I don't know yet!