002; elevator of forced honesty

[memefox]

elevator of forced honesty

» POST: a top level for your character(s) » RESPOND: to other characters ICly. your characters are now trapped in an elevator together. » UH OH: neither character can lie. » ADDITIONAL, OPTIONAL COMPLICATIONS: at player discretion characters may also... a. be unable to remain silent when asked questions b. be unable to speak around the truth when answering c. be compelled to reveal truths/secrets unprompted THE POWER OF THE ELEVATOR COMPELS YOU.

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[dothelokimotion]

I hear those are the kind you fear in rat-infested alleys, are they not? Or do people now measure attractiveness by how dangerous the individual is?

[winscenario]

[ Jim laughs, shaking his head. ]

Okay, fine, 'tall dark and handsome'. It's definitely a thing, trust me. Some people love brooding, mysterious guys. Or girls.

[dothelokimotion]

That seems like a defect in human survival instincts.

[winscenario]

Maybe. I can see the appeal, but it's admittedly not my usual type. Not that I have a type, but still.

[dothelokimotion]

What "types" do you speak of?

[winscenario]

Oh. That's just... manner of speech. When we talk about a person's 'type' it usually refers to a certain type of person, or a specific trait, that someone might find especially attractive. You don't have an expression like that in Asgard?

[dothelokimotion]

Not to my knowledge. Certainly we have desirable traits that we look for in a person. But nothing so defined as types.

What kind of types exist?

[winscenario]

Anything can serve as a 'type'. Just about any physical or personality trait, or even something they're good at. So a person's type can be something as simple as 'funny', or something like 'brooding musician with dirt blond hair, an old car and a collection of worn and torn up jeans'. Or you can slot people into stereotypes and go with 'jock', 'nerd' and so on. That's sort of dated where I come from, though.

[dothelokimotion]

[ How . . . bizarre. But Loki supposes that Asgard had their own stereotypes. And they were certainly a lot more demanding than . . . what was attractive. ]

Our types range towards the species. Troll, elf, monster and the like. Asgardians do not differ much among each other.

[winscenario]

Yeah, you and your brother are two of a kind. It's almost impossible to tell you apart.

[ That's sarcasm so technically he's still respecting the laws of the elevator of truth. ]

[dothelokimotion]

He is not my brother. And I am not Asgardian. Merely a monster dressed in their finery.

[winscenario]

What?

[ Okay, now he's confused. ]

Hold on, didn't you come from Asgard? And he says you're his brother, so how come you're saying that?

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki snorts delicately. ]

Thor says it because he believes it. He will cling to that one truth even as the world collapses. But it does not change the truth. I was a spoil of war, from another realm. I have no claim to Asgard save my childhood.

[winscenario]

Being from another world doesn't make you a monster. It's what you do that determines that.

[ Of course, if Jim only knew. ]

Didn't you grow up together? Play together, help and care for each other? That's a brother in my books. Doesn't matter where you came from.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki shoots him a flat look. ]

You do not know what kind of world it is.

[winscenario]

It's irrelevant. My galaxy has its fair share of hostile worlds but I won't call everyone from the species that inhabit them monsters.

So if you're not an Asgardian, then what are you?

[dothelokimotion]

How enlightened.

[ His tone is bland. ]

I am part Frost Giant. Where the other half hails from, I know not.

[winscenario]

Huh. [ There's a pause, ] Well, that explains that freak accident with the other Loki.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki barely hides his ill-disguised wince. He still feels guilty for that. ]

Without knowledge, there is no control.

[winscenario]

Of course. [ He nods. ] Thankfully it was just his bed.

Can't even imagine how scared he was.

[dothelokimotion]

No. You could not.

[winscenario]

That doesn't mean I didn't care. It doesn't mean I couldn't try to help either, even if to you it might seem like it didn't make much of a difference.

[dothelokimotion]

I cannot say. He is not me. How effective it is lies with him.

But I would draw the line at your imagination.

[winscenario]

Suppose it does. [ He quirks an eyebrow at that. ] My imagination?

[dothelokimotion]

You can not understand. We may mingle, even share what is kept close. But we would never ask for something no one can give.