[There's a rather sizeable difference between Taneleer and this hologram, which, perhaps, wants some noting. His image, much like the rest of his likenesses in promotional pictures and the like, is all-smiles. This hologram lights up in more ways than one, positively effusing, moving his hands too actively and speaking in a tone reserved for kindergarten teachers.
It had taken quite a few drinks and many weeks for Taneleer Tivan to tolerate recording any of this and copying it all onto a machine that could, say, hypothetically, survive the collapse of a neighboring star.
Taneleer's expression fades a little, as he watches that ghost of his at work. The actual flesh and bone man just barely perceives Loki's honeyed words and almost takes no notice, until his own spectre echoes these same words.] Loki of Asgard has informed us that he has everything he needs. That's your cue to trot off to your other appointments, sir! [Taneleer blinks twice, contemplating, for a moment, about tweaking this AI to make it less obnoxious; and then, recalling his guest, he turns to Loki and, slowly, lowers his head into a simpler bow.] Yes, I'll be off. Do...watch yourself, former Prince and former King.
[Without lifting his head, the man known as the Collector pivots on the balls of his feet, turning himself about, and, then, steps out of the room. Loki is now alone, save for this ghastly, grinning djinn summoned from his new bauble.]
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It had taken quite a few drinks and many weeks for Taneleer Tivan to tolerate recording any of this and copying it all onto a machine that could, say, hypothetically, survive the collapse of a neighboring star.
Taneleer's expression fades a little, as he watches that ghost of his at work. The actual flesh and bone man just barely perceives Loki's honeyed words and almost takes no notice, until his own spectre echoes these same words.] Loki of Asgard has informed us that he has everything he needs. That's your cue to trot off to your other appointments, sir! [Taneleer blinks twice, contemplating, for a moment, about tweaking this AI to make it less obnoxious; and then, recalling his guest, he turns to Loki and, slowly, lowers his head into a simpler bow.] Yes, I'll be off. Do...watch yourself, former Prince and former King.
[Without lifting his head, the man known as the Collector pivots on the balls of his feet, turning himself about, and, then, steps out of the room. Loki is now alone, save for this ghastly, grinning djinn summoned from his new bauble.]