[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...

Comments

[complicatedliar]

'tis boring. Though useful now and then. Truly, can you imagine me being proper?

[precedented]

Oh, Loki.

[ That very comment amuses Leto and it shows. ]

Being proper is a game. A constant duel of wits and words, to gain and lose ground. What rules must be in play and what rules can be forgotten?

[complicatedliar]

Playing proper, I do when it suits or amuses.

[precedented]

But you have never walked the tightrope because you always had power.

[complicatedliar]

I walked a different tightrope after I fell. Proper would have done me no use.

[precedented]

I am aware.

[ There is little he does not see and the past is an open book. ] That was a different rope, with different games.

[complicatedliar]

[This is a feeling he doesn't like, a sort of nakedness that is entirely unappealing.] Then tell me how you have played the game, as I've nothing to offer.

[precedented]

The game was different for me. Being pre-born meant the Bene Gesserit were our enemies. Our past lives were our enemies. Even family, at a moment's notice, could be an enemy.

[ His fingers drift over Loki's hair. ] But I had Ghanima and we were together. So we played. We hid our thoughts under dead languages and often sneaked out into the desert.

[complicatedliar]

Anyone might be an enemy. [Though for him, not quite to that extent. Frigga, at least, had ever been at his side even if he hadn't realized it. He'd had one foundation point.]

Sneaking about is one of the great pleasures of youth.

[precedented]

We were never young. I can pretend, act the part but I don't know what it is like.

[complicatedliar]

[He brushes his fingers lightly over Leto's cheek.] On the contrary, I think that which you have called into being and named Leto is quite young in his own way.

[precedented]

[ He blinks, surprised. ]

What makes you say that?

[complicatedliar]

He does not yet know quite who he is. Identity is a war for the young.

[And Loki is very much included in that. By the standards of his people, he is younger than most will ever realize.]

[precedented]

Mm. I suppose that is not false. Though it has been a long time since I suffered such a crisis.

[complicatedliar]

And yet you are here, as am I.

[If Leto hadn't been still assessing and changing, things would not have happened like this, of that he is certain.]

[precedented]

[ He smiles softly, his eyes hooded. ]

I can't deny that.

[complicatedliar]

[He laughs softly.] If you did, I'd wonder which of us had gone mad.

[precedented]

We're all mad here. You're mad. I'm mad.

[complicatedliar]

I have noticed you wagging your tail when you are angry.

[precedented]

Oh? I don't get angry often.

[complicatedliar]

Or perhaps I ought to please you to see if you growl.

[precedented]

Well. It'd certainly be a challenge.

[complicatedliar]

[Teasing.] Are you so difficult to please?

[precedented]

I can be. I am rather spoiled.

[complicatedliar]

I've no idea how to address such difficulties, being off such humble means myself.