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[changeinasnap]

So first the gates of Hell open.

Then the Weekly World News shuts down.

Then it turns out the Winchester brothers, Señor Muttonhead and Muttonhead Junior, are the ones responsible for bullet point A up there?

Man, this is the worst fall ever.

Sulking, he scoops up a bite of waffle -- okay, more like a tiny island of cooked dough in an Atlantic-sized sea of maple syrup -- and eyes Milliways at large. Maybe he should tie a couple of metaphorical shoelaces together or something. Pranks always make him feel better.

(Hey, don't judge. He's a trickster. He's allowed!)



[OOC: as per usual, slowtimes are highly likely, but! Post is open until it scrolls.]

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[changeinasnap]

One eyebrow quirks up at the display.

Speaking of how he's sitting, it's a biiiiit more straight than it was a second ago. Not that much -- he's still taking his time to wallow, thank you kindly -- but come on, when somebody does something interesting, you pay attention.

"Yeah? And...how's that?"

[sidhe_king]

"Like you're looking for prey," he answers easily. He's seen the look enough, and given it more than he could account for.

[changeinasnap]

He snorts.

"They're not prey," he says. "You really think that?"

[sidhe_king]

"Oh, but they make lovely playthings."

[changeinasnap]

...Okay. For as grumpy as he is, and as much as he was keeping an eye out for potential targets, he still likes to think he's got standards. Lessons, people. It's about lessons, not screwing with humans just for the hell of it.

Not making any old Joe off the street into a plaything.

There's a hard glint in his eye now, even as he smiles. "What's your name, kid?"

(Yeah, he's being patronizing. Watch him not care even a little.)

[sidhe_king]

Fin has standards as well; what he doesn't have is many forms of respect for humans, being what he is. He quite enjoys, as the Trickster has so aptly put it, screwing with humans just for the hell of it.

He just chuckles at being called a kid. (His age is a common misconception that he does nothing to fix.) "Finvarra, High King of the Daoine Sidhe. And you?"

[changeinasnap]

For a second, juuuust for a second and not seriously in any way, he thinks about what'd happen if he told him.

Not worth it, though. Never worth it.

"I've got an easy dozen," he says instead, the smile not changing a whit. "Call me Loki, of the Aesir."

[sidhe_king]

Fin just raises an eyebrow slowly. He can tell the man isn't human--that's the easy part--but then, there's a lot in here that isn't human. Telling what he is is a little trickier, but sidhe can be persistent.

Especially their king.

"Aye? Can't say you'd have been what I imagined with that name."

[changeinasnap]

"Everybody says that," he says, affecting a groan to match. "They always think I'm gonna be taller. Look, I'm telling you, they got it all wrong with the half-giant thing, I just liked hanging around the guys more than the rest of my folks."