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[godof_awesome]

*look up! there, up there! on top of the mess hell roof! it's.... a white stuffed cat?*

All right, listen up, folks, 'cause I'm only going to say this once! My name's Loki, better known as the God of Awesome, and I'm here on your lovely director's behalf as your very own brand-new counselor. For, you know, those of you who could use a little

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[broguery]

I assume this is some kind of elaborate joke.

[say_thee_nay]

Or else, incontrovertible proof that I have somehow offended the Norns without meaning to.

[broguery]

Well, I can assure you that I had nothing to do with this.

[say_thee_nay]

How reassuring.

What dost thou make of the... plush... cat-goblin...?

[broguery]

He's a bit rude.

[say_thee_nay]

How un-Loki-like.

[broguery]

You wound me.

[say_thee_nay]

Tempting... But unnecessary at the moment.

Regardless--this creature represents an unanticipated complication, and must be dealt with in some manner or another.

[broguery]

I agree. It's a stuffed cat-getting rid of it shouldn't be too difficult.

[say_thee_nay]

That.... may prove impossible.

[broguery]

...Why?

[say_thee_nay]

Death is not constant, here. Those who are killed revive in time--sometimes a matter of minutes, sometimes hours.

[broguery]

[...scowl]

Inconvenient.