open | nine ways till sunday

[icasm]

WHO: Loki, Erik, Adrasteia & y'all
WHAT: Catch-all
WHEN: Late Solace / Early August
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Language warning for Erik, otherwise nothing yet. Open starters in comments.

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[bouchonne]

"The only proof worth anything," he says. "The proof of good work, done consistently over a long period of time."

He considers a moment. "I may have just the work for you to prove that diligence."

[icasm]

Loki squints a little. This sounds like it could be good but also like it could be terrible, honestly.

It depends entirely on the work.

"Okay..."

[bouchonne]

And Byerly smiles, his expression utterly, tranquilly unreadable.

"All right. You're dismissed."

[icasm]

Loki raises his eyebrows, drains his glass, and sets it on the desk next to Byerly's.

"Thank you for the drink."

He's just gonna. Leave. Then.