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[Event Video] Be Prepared! For the Death of the Duchess!
[The video feed opens to Loki, once again, clad in his green and golden royal regalia. That ridiculously large horned helmet was polished impeccably! He was dressed to the nines and his ego was just spilling from his leather and metal robes.
He's grinning far too wide, showing all those pearly whites. Bright green eyes nearly glowing with vigour. Oh, this man had something important to say. Something very important. And somehow, his lips pull back to reveal even more teeth as he laughs at the camera. God of Madness? Why yes, he certainly fits that title today. Chaos. Insanity. Pandemonium...]
You are, all of you, beneath me! Is that not what you said? [No, wait, that's what HE said. But close enough. Why yes, he's addressing you, Duchess.] I know not who you are, but I am here to answer that challenge. Show yourself and we shall see who is beneath whom!

[If he looks a little crazy, well... he really is. Even the Avengers didn't see him this unhinged, because he's never been pushed this far. This man has an ego large enough as it is, but when the magic of Wonderland goads it--inflates it--agitates it further, he can easily fall to the madness of his own mind. Wonderland, this is a very, very dark mind to be unleashing on the residents. How fortunate, that he's suddenly trapped in a Disney movie.]
Be prepared, you snivelling sow! I shall find you! And when I do, you will answer to each and every one of us here! They may be mortals, but they... [He laughs lightly, humorously.] ...they can be quite useful. And they deserve their just dues, paid by none other than you, Duchess!
[And that's when the unhinged prince of Asgard begins to slip into song, completely with his own background music and shifting scenery as his magic swirls and seethes within him, giving physical representation of the state of his mind. His surrounds sink to inky blackness, painted with low-lying green mist, and poisonous fires erupting around him, casting him in more green lighting.]
I never thought mortals essential,
They're crude and unspeakably plain,
But maybe they've a glimmer of potential,
If allied to my vision and brain.
I know that your powers of retention,
Are as wet as a bilgesnipe's back side,
But thick as you are, pay attention!
My words are a matter of pride!
It's clear from your vacant expressions,
The lights are not all on upstairs,
But we're talking kings and successions,
Even you can't be caught unaware!
So prepare for the chance of a lifetime,
Be prepared for sensational news,
A shining new era,
Is tiptoeing nearer.
I know it sounds sordid,
But you'll be rewarded,
When at last I am given my dues,
And in justice deliciously squared,
Be prepared!
Of course, quid pro quo, you're expected,
To take certain duties on board,
The future is littered with prizes,
And though I'm the main addressee,
The point that I must emphasize is,
You won't get a THING without me!
So prepare for the coo of the century,
Be prepared for the murkiest scam,
Meticulous planning,
Tenacity spanning,
Decades of denial,
Is simply why I'll,
Be king undisputed,
Respected, saluted,
And seen for the wonder I am,
Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared,
Be prepared!
Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared,
Be prepared!
[As he comes out of the song, the background of twisting smoke and fire settles into the inky blackness. Yes, to anyone actually watching this pretentious display... well. Likely, when he comes out of this temporary insanity due to overinflated ego (because, again, who thought it was a good idea to pump Loki's ego up on steroids?!) he will probably feel the strong desire to kill anyone who brings this up later. It's also quite possible he won't be showing his face around for a good long while.]
He's grinning far too wide, showing all those pearly whites. Bright green eyes nearly glowing with vigour. Oh, this man had something important to say. Something very important. And somehow, his lips pull back to reveal even more teeth as he laughs at the camera. God of Madness? Why yes, he certainly fits that title today. Chaos. Insanity. Pandemonium...]
You are, all of you, beneath me! Is that not what you said? [No, wait, that's what HE said. But close enough. Why yes, he's addressing you, Duchess.] I know not who you are, but I am here to answer that challenge. Show yourself and we shall see who is beneath whom!
[If he looks a little crazy, well... he really is. Even the Avengers didn't see him this unhinged, because he's never been pushed this far. This man has an ego large enough as it is, but when the magic of Wonderland goads it--inflates it--agitates it further, he can easily fall to the madness of his own mind. Wonderland, this is a very, very dark mind to be unleashing on the residents. How fortunate, that he's suddenly trapped in a Disney movie.]
Be prepared, you snivelling sow! I shall find you! And when I do, you will answer to each and every one of us here! They may be mortals, but they... [He laughs lightly, humorously.] ...they can be quite useful. And they deserve their just dues, paid by none other than you, Duchess!
[And that's when the unhinged prince of Asgard begins to slip into song, completely with his own background music and shifting scenery as his magic swirls and seethes within him, giving physical representation of the state of his mind. His surrounds sink to inky blackness, painted with low-lying green mist, and poisonous fires erupting around him, casting him in more green lighting.]
I never thought mortals essential,
They're crude and unspeakably plain,
But maybe they've a glimmer of potential,
If allied to my vision and brain.
I know that your powers of retention,
Are as wet as a bilgesnipe's back side,
But thick as you are, pay attention!
My words are a matter of pride!
It's clear from your vacant expressions,
The lights are not all on upstairs,
But we're talking kings and successions,
Even you can't be caught unaware!
So prepare for the chance of a lifetime,
Be prepared for sensational news,
A shining new era,
Is tiptoeing nearer.
I know it sounds sordid,
But you'll be rewarded,
When at last I am given my dues,
And in justice deliciously squared,
Be prepared!
Of course, quid pro quo, you're expected,
To take certain duties on board,
The future is littered with prizes,
And though I'm the main addressee,
The point that I must emphasize is,
You won't get a THING without me!
So prepare for the coo of the century,
Be prepared for the murkiest scam,
Meticulous planning,
Tenacity spanning,
Decades of denial,
Is simply why I'll,
Be king undisputed,
Respected, saluted,
And seen for the wonder I am,
Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared,
Be prepared!
Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared,
Be prepared!
[As he comes out of the song, the background of twisting smoke and fire settles into the inky blackness. Yes, to anyone actually watching this pretentious display... well. Likely, when he comes out of this temporary insanity due to overinflated ego (because, again, who thought it was a good idea to pump Loki's ego up on steroids?!) he will probably feel the strong desire to kill anyone who brings this up later. It's also quite possible he won't be showing his face around for a good long while.]
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Unfortunately, things are hardly normal - even by Wonderland's standards - and the Antichrist's normally fairly under control ego has been growing in leaps and bounds and, well, to be frank he's a little sick of all these beings claiming to be so superior when they just plain aren't when compared to him.
So cue Adam staring into the camera, looking very much not impressed with Loki's little performance. To his credit, though, he doesn't comment on that. No, he gravitates toward something else entirely.]
Y'know, it's kinda hard to take you serious when you look like you're wearing a pair of bug antennae on your head.
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Also? Ego much?
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And so it will come to pass that Loki, on that same day, will find a fortune cookie placed in perfect centre on his pillow. The message, should he choose to extract the wisdom from its baked crib, will read as follows: ]
You can put horns on a pig, but that does not make it a lion.
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The humblest of superheroes has actually been singing to his own praises, and he can't seem to be able to stop himself. Why should he, after all, when it's so clear that he's been made into not only the perfect soldier, but also the perfect man?
So when Loki shows himself in all his grandeur over the network, Steve doesn't hesitate to reply with a rebuttal. This possibility is something he'd been worried about ever since his conversation with Alfred, but now Steve has no qualms about putting the so-called king in his place.
All he knows about this Duchess is that note he received from her, but it doesn't seem to matter right now that the message and song aren't directed at him.]
Maybe you're the one who should be prepared. [He says it with a cocky smile, and then the singing starts. Steve hasn't even seen the movie this is from yet, but the words come tumbling out anyway.]
He's a hero who can please the crowd,
A star is born!
Come on everybody, shout out loud,
A star is born!
[At this point Steve points at Loki, as if expecting him to sing along.]
Just remember in the darkest hour,
Within your heart's the power,
For making you,
A hero too!
[Does he actually believe that? Not exactly. Loki sort of tried to take over mankind, but musical numbers are not bound by logic.]
So don't lose hope when you're forlorn,
Just keep your eyes upon the skies,
Every night a star is--
Right in sight a star is--
Burning bright a star is born!
[And that star is him, don't you forget it!
Steve may want to also bury his head in the sand for a few days after this, but for now he's totally into it. He's even got his spangly, starred uniform on to make a point.]
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Very impressive. [She can at least sense he is something powerful and old. Perhaps one of the old ones?] You have hit upon something that I must say I have considered.
I dislike having my position ridiculed by some creature. I desire to see this Duchess and make her suffer...though I know not where to begin.
[She is smiling wickedly]
You are not mortal, that much is clear. Who are you?
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Fashion tip: The dorky hat kind of distracts you from the whole singing a big frak you to the Duchess.
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I was hoping to hear an Aria from Die Walküre with your costume of choice. It's safe to say that I was disappointed.
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And what, pray tell, did the Duchess ever do to you to deserve this?
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Somehow this is worse.
The real question is are you prepared, Loki? Are you prepared for the blond bastard in the cowboy getup grinning maniacally right back into the camera? He stands with his arms folded across his chest, a nonexistent wind whips around him like a tornado made of anime. Whoever made FLCL is probably responsible.
Wonderland gives him a sick beat so he can rap his life story. Rest assured, he is making melodramatic poses as the camera zooms around in unnecessary action shots. ]
HUSTLIN'S IN MY BLOOD
MY FATHER'S NAME IS BRITAIN
HIS HISTORY CONSISTED OF ROBBERY, KILLIN', AND PIMPIN
FILTHY RICH AND THE BIGGEST KILLER THAT YOU EVER SEEN
ONCE I'M OLDER I'M TAKIN' OVER IMA BE KING
I WAS LOCKED UP IN JAIL WHEN HE GOT THE NEW LAND
OPENED HIS CELLS I GUESS THAT'S HOW THE STORY BEGAN
FIRST MISSION WAS TO CLEAR IT OUT AND CLAIM IT AS MINE
INDIGENOUS PEOPLE WERE PEACEFUL IT TOOK NO TIME
GREAT GRANDMOTHER AFRICA WAS BLIND AND DISABLED
SONS WAS TRAITORS
WE PLAYED DIVIDE AND CONQUER INVADED
SOLD HER CHILDREN INTO SLAVERY AND PROFITED QUICK
STARTED MAKIN' SIDE DEALS AND THAT'S HOW I GOT RICH
DADDY BRITAIN FOUND OUT AND TRIED TO PUT ME IN CHECK
HE DON'T UNDERSTAND I'M A MAN AND I DESERVE SOME RESPECT
TRIED TO BRING IT TO ME BUT I PLAY FOR KEEPS AND I WON
STILL MY DADDY BUT YOU AIN'T THE ONLY MAN WITH A GUN
MO' MONEY MO' PROBLEMS
LITTLE BROTHER IS WILD
THEY CALL 'EM THE SOUTH
HE'S COUNTRY WITH A BIG ASS MOUTH
TRIED TO SHOW 'EM NEW BUSINESS
BUT HE DON'T WANNA CHANGE
I LOVE 'EM BUT I KNEW EVENTUALLY I'D BLOW OUT HIS BRAINS
I'M AMERICA!
[ Half this shit isn't stuff to brag about but he's not thinking clearly and his usual hangups have been smothered under the weight of his newly inflated ego so there you go. Thank God he's from 1891 and it stops there. ]