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[complicatedliar]

Who: Anyone who wants to hang on the Iskaulit
Broadcast: nah
Action: Iskaulit mingle, darlings
When: All day every day (at least for the month)

[We're drifting, so it's a perfect time to make use of the many fine establishments on our common ship.]

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[poisoninmypocket]

"Perhaps there's more to learn. I shall have to make use of the local library, my Lord." That makes absolutely no sense to Monty. But he's a stockbroker, not a mathematician, and his learning on that subject has come from self-study and what little Mother could offer of her own tutelage. His eyes narrow for a moment before he goes back to sipping his drink with apparent nonchalance. Monty is a very good liar, but he's far from perfect.

"They weren't tales, though, no. Not as such from your counterpart. They were crows. Such dreadful things, creatures who speak a man's truths against his will. They were remarkable in their accuracy."

[complicatedliar]

"Start with what humans call set theory," he says, still amused, as he watches Monty. "That ought to provide the answer."

Loki wrinkles is nose. "Crows are exceptionally rude birds at times. I might almost have sympathy for him, were I the sort that were capable of feeling such emotion."

[poisoninmypocket]

Fine. Maybe he will! Monty does make a mental note to look into it, even if it makes him feel rather foolish right at this moment. "You don't feel sympathy, my Lord? Surely even a god must be capable of such a thing, even if he does not show it." Monty's rather dubious of anyone claiming they're incapable of a particular emotion. Then again, he's a rather passionate man. It simply does not follow that anyone else might not be graced with the full complement of emotional range.

"Or those who fancy themselves gods, in any case." It's the most delicate of jibes as Monty smiles and shrugs lightly.

[complicatedliar]

Well, it is a lie, of course. Loki's an exceptionally passionate person himself. But he has use for both the image the Avengers like to paint of him, and the contradictions he weaves from it.

Because really, he is a bundle of contradictions.

"Ask anyone you like," he says, amused. That isn't nearly the same as actually confirming the point. "I know I seem rather unlikely when it comes to the current favored style of human gods, in that I provably exist and am capable of bleeding. That's hardly my fault."

[poisoninmypocket]

"The impressions we give to others may be masks, my Lord. It does do to draw one's own conclusions, does it not?" Monty's familiar enough with being lauded as respectable, sweet, and wholly innocent, while plotting the murder of those who hurt his mother... and who stand in his way to a position of power. Mostly the first part, though. That's, of course, the most important part.

"I fear I believe only in one true God. I've met more than my share of people with god-like abilities, though, I've no doubt you may have your worshippers. Are any of them here?" It's asked sweetly, innocently.

[complicatedliar]

"I am shocked and insulted that you imply my outer face is anything but true," Loki says, amused.

He snorts at the talk of the Christian god. "Your ability to believe in that which you have never seen nor spoken to nor has no provable affect in your physical world is quite laudable, I'm certain. I think if your god can't be bothered to attend any of our gatherings, I can't be bothered to keep sending invitations." He bares his teeth. "I'm afraid I'm far too real for any modern mortal to like worshipping, and I shan't do you all a favor and disappear to make the point."

[poisoninmypocket]

Monty only shrugs, continued polite innocence at Loki's 'offense.' He's clearly not bothered enough to start too big a fuss. It's more an insult to Monty's intelligence if Loki thinks he's actually going to believe that, anyway.

"Oh, I shouldn't like you to disappear, my Lord," Monty returns. "I am a man of faith, though, I shall grant you that." In the blink of an eye, there's a glass of wine identical to the one that Loki's currently drinking sitting on the bar between them. There's no illusion here, if Loki can sense such things. Monty doesn't actually know what variety of win Loki was drinking, but he believes that it will be the same as what's in that glass. "One might say that belief in things that aren't wholly real is one of my particular talents."