[muffled spooky scary skeletons playing in the distance]

[geonomy]

Who: You! Me! Everybody!
Broadcast: idk but we've sure got a pretty broad cast of folks eh, eh
Action: HECK YEAH PLANET MINGLE
When: 10/7 until plot update or recaptcha

It's a deep, deep forest filled to the brim with fungi, mysterious life forms, and pitch black darkness. Explore if you dare and discover all these things and more! Just don't get lost...

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[precedented]

[ Leto laughs, a sharp appreciative bark, like the ringing of steel in the forge before he twines his fingers in Loki's hair, quiet soothing strokes. ]

How did it go?

[complicatedliar]

[He makes a contented little sound, leaving into that touch a bit.]

Well. Soon, I shan't be shamed of my makeshift weapons any longer.

[precedented]

Were they so bad?

[ Leto never uses weapons anymore. His crysknife was taken and most likely perished by now. It needed to be close to a living body in order to remain intact. ]

[complicatedliar]

I am accustomed to the work of dwarves. This compares not at all. But I shall reinforce them and place upon them useful enchantments.

[And he's enjoying that part.]

[precedented]

[ Leto hums, still brushing through Loki's hair. ]

It seems like you have it all planned out.

[complicatedliar]

I know what I find most useful.

[precedented]

[ With a faint wry tone. ]

Pointy weapons?

[complicatedliar]

[He snorts.]

A bit basic, don't you think?

[precedented]

I don't normally give weapons much thought.

[complicatedliar]

Well, you did not survive a youth in Asgard.

[precedented]

Fremen are no less war-like in nature. But to us, it's a matter of survival, not song or pride. A crysknife was enough for any Fremen.

[complicatedliar]

[He snorts.] What I do here shall aide in my survival, though I frame it as pride. But I have chosen rather dishonorable weapons as those which suit.

[precedented]

[ His reply is noncommittal. ]

That is your choice.

[complicatedliar]

One made in utter defiance.

[precedented]

That applies to most things you do, Loki.

[complicatedliar]

[He laughs.] A decision that established a habit.

[precedented]

A very telling habit, no less.

[complicatedliar]

What does it tell you?

[precedented]

That you enjoy the other option.

[complicatedliar]

I look well in a black sheepskin.

[precedented]

[ He chuckles softly. ]

I do not think it is your colour.

[complicatedliar]

How shall you dress me, then?

[precedented]

Hmm.

[ He clicks his tongue. ] Blue, perhaps.

[complicatedliar]

I do not think that a color I have ever favored. Why that? [He can't think of a time he's ever gone out of his way to wear that shade...]

[precedented]

It's the colour of water. Of spice. It invites change and flows freely without concern.

[ He shrugs. ] Granted, I am Fremen. I think in a certain way.