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[monolike]

Who: EVERYBODY
Broadcast: Maybe
Action: Lone Breaker System
When: The fleet will be in this system from 3/10 to 4/14




Welcome to the Lone Breaker System. The planet consists of a single ghost town that replenishes its stock daily, and a desert that does not. There are quite a few points of interest, no consequences, and a mystery to be investigated!

→ More system info is here!

Comments

[sylphid]

True.

[Well, that drawer's a bust.]

Asking a member of the fleet not an option? Someone might have a miniature armory stored away.

[dothelokimotion]

I am new to the Fleet.

[ And notorious. He might cave eventually, but not until Loki has exhausted all options. ]

Besides, who would I ask? It seems like a query that might cast aspersions on me.

[sylphid]

[Only now does she glance at him, giving him the once over. And nods.]

Yeah, you do look pretty sketchy.

[Says the girl looting the kitchen goods.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

That's deliberate.

[sylphid]

Mhm. The hair's far from natural.

[Looking beside him, Fie blinks, then moves in his direction.]

Excuse me. [As she start to climb on the counter.]

[dothelokimotion]

You have silver hair.

[ His hair is all-natural, rude. ]

[sylphid]

Yes, I do. And it's not slicked back.

[Now on the counter, Fie stands and tugs at the curtains, nodding to herself. From hip, under the hoodie, she pulls out a gunsword and begins to slice at the fabric near the top.]

[dothelokimotion]

And not cut properly, for that matter.

[ He eyes her weapon briefly before moving on. ]

[sylphid]

Your point's disappearing faster than your hairline.

[She finishes her task, reholsters her weapon, and jumps down to the floor, newly acquired fabric in hand.]

[dothelokimotion]

I'm quite sure my hairline has a longer life than yours.

[sylphid]

Why? Are you a super old immortal being or something?

[Because those exist.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Why are teenagers like this. ]

A God, actually.

[sylphid]

God of what?

[A good question. Fie's now sitting in a kitchen chair. This is somehow entertaining to her.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki picks up a large kitchen knife, testing the sharpness with his finger. ]

Mischief.

[sylphid]

[And it just got interesting.]

Really?

[dothelokimotion]

[ The knife doesn't cut through his finger, but Loki seems satisfied as he pockets it. ]

Really.

[sylphid]

Asking for proof would just be boring.

[She considers something.]

You don't need weird offerings or anything, right?

[dothelokimotion]

We've outgrown that kind of worship.

[ Sort of. Loki thrives on attention, but he's not particularly keen on playing a tyrant to get it. ]

[sylphid]

Oh, that's a shame.

[Is it really, though?]

[dothelokimotion]

[ He huffs lightly. ]

To some, I'm sure.

[sylphid]

Not you?

[This is such a weird conversation.]

[dothelokimotion]

I've lost my taste for it. In some ways.

[sylphid]

But not all ways.

[Now it's not a question. She's getting ideas.]

[dothelokimotion]

To disown something entirely is illogical. And quite dull. Why not keep your options open?

[sylphid]

That's fair.

I'm Fie. Who're you?

[Gotta get his name first.]