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Action: Iskaulit
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[So we've been stuck on the poison moon for a couple months now, so a lot of people probably want to get away from that.

Unfortunately, the only place you really can get away from it besides your own ship is the Iskaulit. So, here's a June Iskaulit mingle!]

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[he certainly is! Big and blue and flipping and dodging his way through the course.

Until he gets the feeling someone's watching him. He stops, hanging from one of the ropes from his feet and looks over his shoulder, and spotting Loki . . . offers a wave.

This is totally normal there is nothing to see here, no sir]

[It's not even in the ball park of the weirdest thing he's seen. He waves a hand lightly as if to say, "don't let me stop you."

He's happy to observe. Talking can wait for a bit. Though in the meantime, he'll stretch.]

[well now he's all self-conscious. But he was in the middle of this, and he may as well finish it.

The course has been set up for speed and agility and he runs the rest of it as if Loki isn't there, trying to focus more on this then all the insecurities that immediately crop up. Aside from that, though, he isn't aiming to beat a certain time or accomplish anything in particular - he's just keeping himself active.

When he finishes he winces a little, rolling his shoulders. Ugh, but he needed to keep this routine up, otherwise he'd be useless if he was needed like this]

[Loki's good at doing that to people, Hank. Enjoy.

Hank is interesting to watch, at least. He might well keep up with Asgardians, Loki supposes. Thankfully, should it ever come to that, Loki is very good at cheating. Fair fights are for idiots.]

You're one of those who regularly uses my course, yes?

[no he will NOT enjoy thank you.

He immediately lifts a hand to fiddle with his glasses - not there, of course - and detours it to his neck instead, rubbing at it. He remembers Loki from the network, at least, and that he isn't human, so - at least that makes this a little easier]

Regularly enough, mm. It's - useful.

I find it to be so, myself.

What is your name?

Hank McCoy. We - uh. We met when I arrived.

[he was a little less blue then]

Ah. Yes. I recognize the voice now. Xavier's friend.

[Still not a thing that recommends Hank to him, as far as he's concerned.

Though he sure looks different now. Interesting.]

Forgot to shave this morning?

That's right.

[he's used to jokes, though, and he just rolls his eyes. Step up your game, Loki, he's heard worst.

He answers a little dryly]

Something like that. Not all of us have mental mutations like Charles.

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[He's not trying to pick a fight. Yet.]

[Amused:] There are far worse sorts of monster to be.

[if you successfully pick a fight with Hank, you'll accomplish what few have managed]

I'm not a monster. [it's still with the dry tone] None of us are.

As you say.

[Rogue tells Loki he's not a monster all the time. He still doesn't really believe her.]

Though I have heard your fellow humans are rarely so kind?

[he shrugs a shoulder, crossing his arms. What an uncomfortable topic to discuss]

I'm different and they don't understand it. [a shrug] The ones I've met here are kind.

[Welcome to talking to someone who revels in making other people uncomfortable.]

A common disease of the realms. Lovely here, to not have others breathing down one's neck.

I wouldn't call it a disease, but - mm. It's nice not having people stare at me, it's true.

What else might you call it but a disease of the mind? An infectious idea. [Doesn't really care. But trying to get a read on Hank.]

[wryly] I'll let you know when I decide on a word for it. My world just learned about what we are as a whole.

[He is very glad that Asgard as a whole never knew what he was. That would have been even more untenable.]

And how has that gone for you?

[a shrug. It had only been a month, and then they were brought here]

I haven't been watching to find out. I've been busy.

[He laughs softly.]

Then it can't have been too bad thus far, or you wouldn't have been able to ignore it.

[he huffs a little]

Or I'm tired of seeing my face on the television. There's more important things to worry about, aside from what the world thinks of me like this.

If a bit of television is the worst you get, you shall be lucky indeed.

I'll be incredibly thankful if that's all it is.

[who knows who else there thinks along the same lines as Bolivar Trask]

You did not strike me as the sort particularly enamored with war. So why this?[The obstacle course indicated with a tilt of the head.]

I'm not. [he says with a nod, confirming. He hates fighting. He hates war even more. But he shrugs and with a wry tone:] But I like to be prepared, just in case. So - [he gestures to the course]