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first one to make that doctor who joke loses

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

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Satisfaction is not in my nature. [He shrugs, faintly.]

I have been told by well-meaning humans that my capacity for love is far greater than I think. But I do seem very good at destroying that which I might love.

[He considers, eyes half closed.]

In Luceti, I died, once. To save the life of a man I might have loved. My lady was most wroth. And well, I suppose, for such a fool I am in thinking to do so.

[He does so like cutting himself with his own words, too, at times.]

Perhaps. But that is not for you to decide. The universe is unfair and only she decides. What matters is whether you felt it was worth it.

[ The universe will never be fair to Leto or his family. The least he can promise is that it'll be fair for the rest of humanity. ]

Whether your capacity for love is great or small, it only matters that it is yours to choose and yours to decide.

I have at times chosen whether or not to hate.

[I want my little brother more than I want my vengeance.]

But were there any choice in the matter of love, I would have been shot of it ere it was even a glimmer. It is a foolish thing and I am not well suited for it.

Edited 2016-04-02 05:18 (UTC)

[ Oh, Loki. Leto can't say he is wrong there. ]

It is your purview.

[It's so refreshing that someone agrees with him for once. Most of the rest of the time it feels like he's being told yes, there is something terribly wrong with you, but it's not the thing you know it to be.]

And yet here I stand, trying so desperately to be good. Perhaps next I shall grow scales and claws and render myself a dragon.

It's something you need to want to be, Loki.

[ Not that Leto was ever good. He's a tyrant waiting to happen, to subjugate and enforce his peace until humanity tires of him. Playing the bad guy so that his example is never repeated. ]

And even then, it is not . . . necessarily the best for you. You should be Loki.

[He smiles crookedly. Because that's what he does when something is funny, and when something hurts.] Loki is a lie, Leto. A castle of air upon a foundation of sand.

So is Leto.

[ His original personality was destroyed when he was born. Only Aather helped him reassert that individuality. And it's threadbare. ]

You still let the castle exist.

[The temptation is there, to reach out for the man again, but he strangles it.]

It is a useful construct, yes?

The power is in telling our own lies, I suppose. Rather than believing the lies others have told us.

I would not know. No one has ever bothered to lie to me.

[ Loki had once urged him to. Not to hurt him, but to protect him. Leto could never do it. ]

[Such raised eyebrows. He certainly has lied to Leto. He lies to everyone but Rogue, out of habit, and because it's fun.]

I shouldn't wish to argue with someone so adorable.

[ He frowns ]

I can see why you might wish to cede from the argument.

Do you really?

[Or is it that declining to argue is a statement all its own?]

To some degree. Only you know yourself best in the end.

There's wisdom to bending to the wind at times. [Being with Rogue has certainly taught him that there are some arguments just not worth having, some points not worth scoring. It's another of those calculations.]

And I've always been quite flexible.

[ He laughs softly. ]

That is one of your better qualities.

[There's a part of him that's always surprised to hear he has any good qualities at all. So he offers Leto an ironic little bow.]

One I have only because I am so determined to be contrary. [Asgard is not a place that encourages any sort of flexibility.

His lips quirk wryly.]

For all I enjoy numbering the faults of humans, I do owe them for one favor. Those in Luceti were the first I came to know who did not think I deserved to be shamed as a catamite.

Moving to different realities can . . . offer new perspectives.

[ It certainly did, on his part. ]

[He shrugs. In many ways, it's already to late for him in that regard.]

Travel broadens the mind, etcetera.

There is truth in it.

And all the best lies are truth turned ninety degrees.

What is it you seek, Leto?

[ His expression flickers. What was he seeking? Entertainment? A brief respite from the malaise that was eternal life and degradation of his humanity?

Another chance to pretend the noose is not around his neck? ]

Peace. I suppose.

You poor thing, as peace is a lie. [He leans his head to the side.] There is only this moment, and in it, us.

Then I do not know what I am seeking.

[He falls silent for a moment, idly brushing his knuckles against the tree bark again.]

To still the voice in your mind that tells you that the only truth is a lack of meaning.

To no longer feel a world that despises you consume you one red bite at a time.

For the pain to stop.

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