1 - Have I made you desperate?

[lacksconviction]

[He takes his time before introducing himself, establishing the purpose of this place, the fact that his magic definitely was depleted and not coming back by any means known to him, and weighing up the odds of his escaping by the usual means, before deigning to make his first journal entry. He has taken off his ridiculous supervillain hat, for effect:]

My my, is this not an ambitious effort? Certainly, a more elaborate one than the last chamber in which I was imprisoned. To whose hospitality do I owe my gratitude, may I ask? Which one-eyed wolf has clamped these strange jaws around my throat?

[He smiles, but it's unconvincing. His eyes look strangely pained.]

Or perhaps I expect too much in assuming this a prison, rather than an arsenal of purloined weapons, or a vault to hold the spoils of war?

[A slight pause, before he decides he's giving away far too much, and clicks the communicator off.]

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[lacksconviction]

It would not be unheard of.

[/evasive little prince is go!]

[wedonot]

Why's that?

[I see your evasive little prince and raise you an invasive asshole telepath.]

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[lacksconviction]

Those in the kingdom I was raised in, have been known to steal children from the battlefields they leave behind them.

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[wedonot]

And where was that? [He could just read you, but he's better about not doing that over the network, if he can help it.]

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[lacksconviction]

You have many questions.

Asgard, is the answer though, and I am Loki, son of Laufey.

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[wedonot]

You were described a bit differently to me, when I first arrived here. [i.e., you had my face. :|]

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[lacksconviction]

By whom was I described to you? Those here who knew me once remember me not.

[WHO WAS THAT OTHER GUY?]

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[wedonot]

There was another Loki here, before. It's very possible he was from an alternate universe.