The tickets and this whole...machine are among the most novel elements of this new ship, and while Loki is game to try them out, he can't help but be a little insulted. Hasn't he earned his way back to normalcy? At least comparable to when he was an inmate, anyway.
What exactly did he do (or not do) to be worth only three tickets? The equivalent of, Loki discovers as he squints at the readout, a single article of clothing and it can't even be armor or magical? What is even the point, then? He can illusion up whatever else he wants!
He's grumbling about this to himself when his eyes alight on something at least somewhat interesting. He's not sure what a Roomba is (other than likely not a weapon) but he could always use more knives. Particularly Navarch-approved knives, although something about this machine does feel a bit...other. Not up to pearl-necklace standards, at the very least, and here he is feeling insulted again.
Well, it's not as if he has anything more worthwhile to buy. He'll get a knife, at least, yes? So he makes his selection, standing back as the machine spits out...another little robot?
"Ah." Loki hums. "A friend of William's."
A decidedly more threatening one, with the knife strapped to the top of it and all, but still. It scoots forward on whirring wheels, and Loki sighs, crouching down to retrieve the knife and let it loose to be with its other little friends, when it. Proceeds to spin. Rather fast, actually, and the knife nearly catches Loki's hand as it comes back around. Reflex has him springing backwards, clutching his hand like he'd actually been nicked instead of simply, again, kind of offended.
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What exactly did he do (or not do) to be worth only three tickets? The equivalent of, Loki discovers as he squints at the readout, a single article of clothing and it can't even be armor or magical? What is even the point, then? He can illusion up whatever else he wants!
He's grumbling about this to himself when his eyes alight on something at least somewhat interesting. He's not sure what a Roomba is (other than likely not a weapon) but he could always use more knives. Particularly Navarch-approved knives, although something about this machine does feel a bit...other. Not up to pearl-necklace standards, at the very least, and here he is feeling insulted again.
Well, it's not as if he has anything more worthwhile to buy. He'll get a knife, at least, yes? So he makes his selection, standing back as the machine spits out...another little robot?
"Ah." Loki hums. "A friend of William's."
A decidedly more threatening one, with the knife strapped to the top of it and all, but still. It scoots forward on whirring wheels, and Loki sighs, crouching down to retrieve the knife and let it loose to be with its other little friends, when it. Proceeds to spin. Rather fast, actually, and the knife nearly catches Loki's hand as it comes back around. Reflex has him springing backwards, clutching his hand like he'd actually been nicked instead of simply, again, kind of offended.
"Really?" Loki huffs.
The roomba doesn't respond.