one. | Day 82 | Video

[hellionated]

[ The video shows a very large, very blue eye blinking directly into it. Almost as soon as it appears, the camera pans out to show Julian's face, and then it seems to hover directly in front of him. His shoulders are down but the camera is directly in front, held by his telekinesis which also happens to be holding the gauntlet it's attached to. Julian walks along like this is completely normal. Once it reaches what he thinks is a reasonable distance, the Town Center with its fountain can be seen behind him.

His expression is a sardonic smirk, and his voice is a drawl. He doesn't sound panicked. ]

So, Cape Kore. My 'new home'. That's cute. What is this, like Survivor for mutants? I see the cameras. You guys aren't subtle, whoever you are.

[ The camera comes closer again, and something bright and metal taps the face of his watch. ]

Who's even on the other side of this thing? I'm fucking talking to myself, aren't I. What a joke...

[ He rolls his eyes, and for a moment looks like he's about to turn this off. Then he appears to think better of it. His face hardens, and his lips compress into a line. ]

Whatever. This is Hellion, I'm with the X-Men. If anyone's out there, sound off. I need to get off this ride, and one of you is gonna tell me how, right now, or I'm going to take every one of those little cameras and grind them to dust.

Start talking.

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[hellionated]

I'm not the world's greatest fan of where I was, either, but I still don't love the whole kidnapping deal.

[ There's a pause. ]

I didn't catch your name.

[hung_garian]

It helps a little if you think of it as surprise adoption.

[No, it doesn't.]

That'd be because I didn't tell you it. I'm Loki. Enchanté, etc. Nothing quite so edgy and rebellious as 'Hellion', but hey, we can't all be troubled teenagers.

[hellionated]

[ Wow, okay wait.

What? ]

You're Loki? As in, from Asgard, brother of Thor?

You look nothing like him. [ Despite the fact that Julian's never met him in person... ] Where's your armor?

[hung_garian]

Thor's not my brother.

[Because obviously that was the most important part.]

And unlike some wusses I could mention, I happen not to need armour.

[hellionated]

Ugh, yeah, whatever. Adoptive brother, I know the story.

[ It's so very much the wrong story. ]

You're no god. Loki has armor, with those stupid horns sticking out of his helmet.

[hung_garian]

Yes, clearly you're an expert.

[Not that it's a surprise to him. Julian is clearly from the same world as the Other Loki, and there are certainly a few differences between their stories.]

I'm not your world's Loki, kiddo. Any assumptions you have about me based on his behaviour, especially assumptions relating to terrible fashion choices, are probably gonna be about as accurate as a movie produced by the Syfy channel.

[hellionated]

[ Hm, well. Okay he can buy that.

It means there's less chance this Loki's a raging psychopath, so that's a plus. ]

Yeah well I assume he'd be a condescending asshole, calling me a kid and shit. You're fitting that bill pretty well.

[hung_garian]

He wouldn't call you kid. He's far too Olde Worlde for that. 'Kid' is just what his gloves are made of - he'd call you 'minion' or 'puny human'.

[He considers it.]

Actually, I'd probably call you both of those things too, but I won't be trying to take over the world while I do it so... there's that.

[hellionated]

Oh, so you're not sticking with the classic supervillain act. Good, it's way overdone. You need to find a different angle, you know, really make it your own.

[ A pause, while he narrows his eyes. ]

So, trickster, but not evil. Am I warm?

[hung_garian]

Warm, yes. There's a few people here who'd disagree with you about 'not evil', but hey, if you don't have a few enemies you've been doing something wrong, am I right?

[Maybe not, especially when many of your enemies number among the good guys, but hey. Who's counting.]

And you? I assume by the charmingly aggressive questioning and the clear moral stance that you're a goodie.

[hellionated]

[ Julian rolls his eyes. Once upon a time, he'd have answered that question in no uncertain terms. Now, though... ]

I'm whatever I want to be. I'm not about to walk on anyone's preppy supervillainous territory, though.

Anyways, it isn't like it matters. If we're all prisoners then we're all in the same level of trouble anyways.

[hung_garian]

Not quite the same level. The food shortage and the whole being attacked by unfriendly beasties is a tad bit more dangerous for the humans than for the invulnerable among us, for example.

[hellionated]

[ Okay, he'll grant you that. He doesn't care about being attacked. He lives with the X-Men, he gets attacked all the freaking time.

The food shortage might be a problem, though. ]
What food shortage? This town doesn't have a Wal-Mart? Everywhere has a fucking Wal-Mart.

[hung_garian]

Kid, we don't even have TV. We barely have electricity. There's about, what, forty people here, and no way to get supplies in. What makes you think we would have a Wal-Mart?

[hellionated]

[ He stops, a chill suddenly going through him. This tiny little town suddenly seems a hell of a lot smaller. ]

Then what the hell are we supposed to do? Hang out? Talk to each other?

[hung_garian]

Oh, horror of horrors! Surely not!

[hellionated]

Oh, yeah, that sounds awesome. I don’t know what I was thinking – sign me up! [ He rolls his eyes. ] You know what I mean. We can’t just sit here doing nothing.

[hung_garian]

Sure. And when you get bored of fruitless escape attempts, we'll be over in the bar, sitting there and doing nothing. Might not be ideal but it bets geting our asses handed to us every time we try and fail to leave.