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[magnets]

Sunuva- bitch.

[ The camera goes all screwy as Jesse pushes himself up, sits back on his knees and sweeps his hands off on each other. He doesn't seem to notice the camera's even on as he paws at himself and finally stands, swearing a few times under his breath as he does. Idly beats some gravel off his jeans. He sounds dumbfounded when he finally speaks again. ] I'm back here.

[ And the camera turns with him, a few confused steps before he throws his arms out to both sides, an irritated kind of shrug. ] I'm back- here. [ And his hand raises again, so he can first tap a finger against the screen, and then slap an angry palm against it a few times. He repeats, ] Sunuvabitch.

[ Then he finally fiddles with the buttons, intending to turn on the communicator, but, ] oh, [ it's already on. ] Ya wanna clue me in here? [ He glances around the area. ] Yo, anyone still out there?

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[hung_garian]

Can't say I'd be surprised. Did you eat any dodgy-looking mushrooms before you lived through four months in the space of a couple days?

[He's not serious. He knows for a fact that people can disappear here and return a few days later with an extra few months of memories. But he's not in the mood to be reasonable, he's in the mood to get a rise out of this guy one way or another.]

[magnets]

[ Jesse's hand claps onto his forehead, his face twisting up into something that's almost a snarl, but it's immediately gone, as he spreads his fingers and holds out his hand, beseeching. ] Have you ever even tried shrooms? They taste- like turds. Like, literal turds. I ain't dealin' in shits. That ain't my poison.

[hung_garian]

Didja consider that eating shit might not have been a good idea? Probably messed up your brain. It'd explain a lot.

[magnets]

Uh, okay, except I ain't literally talkin' about eatin' shit, I'm talkin' about- [ His voice is moving a little faster, a little more irritated as he goes along, and he realizes it, waves a hand at Gabriel instead. ] The hell do you even want?

[hung_garian]

I believe your exact phrasing was 'literal turds'.

[And it's probably slightly disconcerting for Jesse to hear his own voice coming out of Gabriel's mouth, but Gabriel does tend to be a slightly disconcerting person. As for the question, well... honesty is always the best policy, right? Wrong, in Gabriel's books, but he'll give it a shot anyway.]

Mostly I want to piss you off. I'm bored.

[magnets]

[ There's a look of almost comical disbelief on Jesse's face when that happens, and he opens and shuts his mouth for a moment before he can respond, first to the second bit. ] Yeah, well, I ain't playin' science project, amigo, so find yourself some quality product elsewhere, huh? I didn't sign up for this shit.

[ And then he points at the screen, importantly. ] And, uh. What the hell was that?

[hung_garian]

[Aha. A reaction! Gabriel likes reactions. He answers using Jesse's voice, just for kicks.]

What the hell was what?

[magnets]

WHOA, [ and he does a little hop-skip back like he can get away from it and the communicator, ] okay, no. What the f-

Cut it out, man! How the hell's-

[hung_garian]

[In his own voice again:]

Yes, that really is how annoying you sound.

[magnets]

Yo, that's not cool, that's, like, my voice! How the hell're you doin' that?

[hung_garian]

[He leans in, and, in a stage whisper:]

Magic.

[magnets]

This ain't no rabbit out of a hat, ya fogey, this is someone's- Literally someone's voice, coming outta your mouth.

[hung_garian]

Someone's voice always comes outta my mouth when I talk, champ. That's, uh, that's kinda how speech works.

[magnets]

Oh, my God, someone else's voice. You totally know what I meant!

[hung_garian]

Well, maybe.

[Of course he knows. He allows himself a smug little grin about it.]

I told you. It's magic. I'm magic. Kinda comes with the territory of being a god, y'know?

[magnets]

[ Well, if there was ever anything to stop Jesse in his tracks. ]

- Seriously?

[hung_garian]

Drop dead serious, buddy. Swear on my mother's grave.

[magnets]

[ That's a little scary. That's a lot scary, actually, and he's come across a lot of shit here but he's never come across a god. ] God of like- Hey, god of what? [ But he regains a bit of his ground a beat later. ] God of, like, being a total troll?

[hung_garian]

God of a whole lotta things, sport. Air, fire, mischief, sexual deviancy, epic rap battles... all depends who you ask. I'm kinda known for being a troll though - well, half troll, at least.

[It did use to be a fairly popular translation of jotunn, anyway - besides, Norse mythology was hardly known for consistency on any of those points.]

[magnets]

[ His eyebrows raise a little more and more with everything said. ] Shit- man, you're like the god'a everything. Crank out some Biggie sometime for all'a us, huh? I mean, Jesus. A god.

[ A beat of recognition, before: ] - What the hell are ya doin' here?

[hung_garian]

Not Jesus. Loki. Jesus was a pretty cool guy, but nowhere near as much fun.

[He grins. By 'as much fun' he probably means 'as sadistic'.]

Guess I just figured this'd be a nice vacation spot.

[magnets]

Oh, shut the fuck up, man, ya did not know Jesus. [ ... Did he know Jesus? ]

[ Also, he should- really not have been backsassing a goddamn god. ]

Yeah-huh. Shitsville, Nowhere, that's where I wanna be. Yo, did they- [ Wait a minute. ] They got you too. [ They got a god. These people were talented, powerful enough to keep someone like this guy locked up here. ]

[hung_garian]

I did too know Jesus. Much nicer than his old man - the big guy Himself never bothers coming to the annual get-togethers, and at least Jesus - or, uh, Jay, that's what his friends call him - he always brings drinks and stuff for the BBQ. Always bread and fish and no meat, but beggars can't be choosers.

[Okay, so maybe he's making this shit up. Whatever.]

Obviously they did. You think I'd come here of my own free will? You're even dumber than you look.