[His voice is deeper than the pale, bruised visage would indicate. Velvety and with the slightest hint of disdain, he speaks while looking away from the device.] Certainly not where I expected to arrive, and yet I can hardly hold grudge for any that would thwart the will of Odin and by extension, the wants of Thor. Hail and well met, I am Loki- [There’s an awkward pause, echoing empty to him where something else was meant to go. Once ‘Odinson’ might have filled that silence, or not even that long ago ‘of Asgard.’

But now.


What is there now.

There is nothing. He is of Nowhere and son of None. He is Loki and Loki is alone.]

The only complaint I would lodge is against the accommodations. Really. This how you treat visiting royalty, with no difference in deference between the extraordinary and the mundane? [There’s a cool amusement to his voice, but a knife’s edge sharpness, Loki intends to give nothing away to anyone. At least not for free.]

Equality is by and large overrated as one of the masses. [The amusement here is genuine, and then over.]

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[This video begins with a shot of Pinoko's tidy, rather cutesy apartment... with post-it notes tacked onto everything imaginable. The window sports one saying "PINOKO'S WINDOW," there are separate notes on the lampshade "PINOKO'S LIGHTHAT" and the pole "PINOKO'S LIGHTSTICKTHING," notes on all the books "PINOKO'S BOOK," "PINOKO'S OTHER BOOK," "PINOKO'S (overdue, so~rry! ♥;;) LIBRARY BOOK," notes on the walls "PINOKO'S FAVOURITE SPOT ON THE WALL," "PINOKO'S OTHER SPOT ON THE WALL," "PINOKO'S COOKING OIL SPLATTER ON THE WALL"...

Even poor Prince, her pet dragon, walks by wearing several different post-it notes with some falling off as he walks. The noise of all the rustling paper is even louder than the clattering of his claws, which is kind of impressive.

When Pinoko comes into view, she's wearing a rather scary grin.] Mished a shpot!

[She starts scribbling furiously on a note, which she then covers the camera with.] Pinoko's camcorder-phone!

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[Be aware, City. Wherever you might run into her out and about, Pinoko will be carrying huge stacks of post-it notes and a permanent ink marker!]

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I am not sure how to best address this, but I have a strange urge to play a rather childish game today. It's a compulsion that feels beyond my control.

[She doesn't like where this is going but doesn't feel able to stop it.]

So, if you wish, you may ask me a question or offer a dare; in exchange, I may do the same for you. Do we have a deal?

[ooc: Affected by Truth or Dare curse! Gabriel will feel compelled to answer all questions truthfully and fulfill all dares to the letter.]