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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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Oh? Howso. [This sounds like a story within.]

More to do with my being [He eyes Mr. Babyface speculatively.] nearly fifty times older than you, if anything. But no, I was all knees and elbows and something of an embarrassment.

[He can deliver a piece of the truth so flippantly, because he doesn't think it will be believed. Which is useful.]

As far as I know, changing the past to save the future was the last option they had. [he knows more, certainly, but he isn't going to go into details about it.

......... don't eye him like that god dammit he's not that young HE LOOKS OLDER LIKE THIS.

And then he just. Looks at Loki, eyebrows raised and amusement on his face. Oh, he believes it, Loki] I was all of that with a pair of prehensile feet. I get it. [and that's the only reason why he's amused - because he understands what that's like]

How did they accomplish such a feat?

[That's unexpected. Perhaps Hank is even more gullible than he originally thought. Has the man forgotten he's the liesmith? It's always a bit disquieting when people believe a truth he's offered because it ought to be though of as a lie. No change of expression, though. He shrugs.] I suppose I was beaten into some sort of useful shape eventually.

That I don't know, I'm afraid. I would assume it was one of the mutants' powers, though.

[listen, Loki's a tall, skinny guy and Hank is a tall, skinny guy (when he's under the serum, anyway), so of course he's going to believe it. It only makes sense, given his own experience growing up. He makes an amused noise that comes out a soft, rumbling noise] I imagine so, or else I doubt you would have become so infamous. If the stories are true, at least.

[Oh well. He'll poke around more later, but for now he lets that topic go.]

[He grins whitely for a moment.] You ought not believe everything you hear.

I don't believe everything I hear. [he wasn't that bad, paranoid as he could be at times] Especially with someone who has a reputation as a trickster.

A relief to hear. They are such useful stories.

But just how true are they?

None of them.

And all of them. Depending upon your viewpoint.

[he raises an eyebrow, then finally shrugs a shoulder]

I'm not one for believing stories.

Then you must see very clearly and be puzzled by it all.

[tilts his head, huffing out a noise. A little dryly:]

I'd rather form an opinion of you based on speaking with you rather than stories written by people who may have never met you.

That's all.

[Smile.] And what of those who have known mine?

[Since by that metric, Hank really shouldn't be taking to him at all.]

[he shouldn't, but he's here, and they've had a fairly neutral conversation up until now and their past conversation went well enough, too]

I listen. But I'm still capable of forming my own opinions, too.

[he shrugs a shoulder] Why? Should I not be talking to you?

[Grin.] I am a very bad man, or so I have heard.

[he raises an eyebrow]

So you've heard. [does he not remember it, or is it something in his future or another world entirely? Either way, he doesn't ask] Well, we've been talking just fine. I see no reason to stop just yet.

How kind of you. It has been a nice enough conversation.

[He sighs, stretching.]

I've found such things far more relaxing since I've died. Not having to be on guard at all times.

[. . . what. He can't help but stare for a moment, but that's about the only reaction he gives; he's familiar with people dying in their worlds and coming here - hell, he knew of a few off the top of his head. Why people kept telling him, he has no idea]

Ah. It's tiring, isn't it?

Mmm. There is a cost to being on one's guard, no matter how effortless it might look, yes?

Mm, there is. It's nice that it isn't as necessary here as it is back home. [and with a bit of a joking tone and a smile] It does a number on my shoulders.

I am glad that you have found it to be so. [He certainly hasn't. Stupid Avengers. Though at least he supposes he doesn't have Thanos potentially breathing down his neck. So there is that.]

Mm, well. Your course helps a bit. [it'd be a lie if at least part of his motivation for using it wasn't stress relief]

Hah. I suppose it would. Burn off the excess energy.

I look at it more as a means to maintain my... readiness.

That, too. [he won't lie and say he isn't trying to keep up on things in the event shit goes south. He's been waiting for the other shoe to drop since he arrived - he's going to be ready for it]

At any rate, you are welcome. [Since he's been using the place generally as intended. Loki nods turns to head for the start of the course.]