[ text | un: trickster ]

[dothelokimotion]

What kind of stories did you grow up with?

What kind of myths and fairy tales were you told?

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[veritron]

REALLY?!?!

[Oh, you poor bastard, you now have a bff. ]

So, like, is there a catch? Do you gotta turn back by midnight or you can't look like someone who's actually alive or something?

[Because, hey, there's gotta be rules!]

Could you do me?

[Wait. Not, uh, like that!]

[dothelokimotion]

[ He shrugs loosely. ]

I could. There is no catch. They are merely illusions.

[veritron]

[ This is by far--BY FAR--the coolest thing she's ever heard. ]

Anyone ever tell you you're fucking cool?

[dothelokimotion]

[ . . . ]

No?

[veritron]

Well, then, I regret to inform you that you hang out with idiots.

Because that, my friend, is fucking cool.

[ She's an expert on cool. Obviously. ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Oh. That's . . . kind of nice. ]

I cannot deny the truth in that statement.

[veritron]

Damn straight, you can't.

[Because she is an expert. ]

Name's Verity, by the way. Verity Carlo. Hacker, thief, and all-around giver of zero fucks.

[dothelokimotion]

I am Loki. I work at the Gramarye Institute of Magic.