Brand spanking new muse, voicetesting so hard

[loveandlanguish]

I must say, dear lady, you've had some messed up character ideas in your day, but this might take the cake. Seriously, I'm considering calling your therapist right now on your behalf, because this is just not healthy.

What, you don't have a therapist? Ah, that'd be your problem there.



Not that I'm trying to change your mind for you or anything, because so far all the ideas you've had about where to send me are brilliant. Lots of people things to do. Mortals to muck about with. A wife to avoid. All my favourite pastimes, really.


All I'm saying is, I'm pretty weird. As far as character ideas go. Not complaining, just putting it out there. Admitting you have a problem is the first step blah blah everything and all that.

Now tell me more about these 'sex games'...



Sincerely,

O. Baron

Comments

[forgottenmotley]

I've found that even having a therapist doesn't help matters.

[loveandlanguish]

Seeing as I've been the one residing in this young lady's head I can safely yes...

Yes, a therapist really wouldn't be able to help at all.

[forgottenmotley]

It's probably a requirement for these things.

[loveandlanguish]

Really? You've got some experience on this one?

I....could not resist >>;;

[faeriekin]

An' thy Lady, Lord? Whither shall Titania be?

Hi baby!

[loveandlanguish]

[My it's been a few centuries since he's had to whip out the iambic pentameter. He's a bit rusty.]


Who knows! Off buying shoes or whatever she does these days. I'm hardly kept in the loop.

Hi~ 8D

[faeriekin]

And her faerie? Wilt thou leave her be alone, Lord?

[loveandlanguish]

You know, you sound awfully familiar.

You haven't time traveled here from sometime when I met you in the past, have you?

[hydrokhoos]

O. Baron, huh? Cute. You might want to clean up a little before heading to a sex game, though. The beard could really use a trim.

[loveandlanguish]

[What, he's unoriginal with names. Sue him.]

The beard is magnificent and you know it. This took ages to grow out.

[just_displaced]

[There's a lot of things he could say. There's plenty to respond to here. But he's just gonna choose the obvious one.]

I like your beard.

[loveandlanguish]

[You have pleased the fairy king, mortal. You may stay.]

It is something of a marvel, isn't it?

[just_displaced]

I'm impressed by the...

[Hang on a second. This needs some wild hand gestures, to indicate just how marvelous this guy's facial hair really is.]

... the fullness of it. I've never been a beard guy. I mean, I like beards, don't get me wrong, I've just never been able to commit to one myself.

[loveandlanguish]

What can I say, I had some time off so I thought... why not grow a beard?

Your mustache would be an excellent starting point if you do choose to make the next phase of commitment.

[ofinfinitespace]

Most of them are mad. I've begun to think it a trait requisite for taking on this pastime of theirs.

[Being that pastime isn't particularly pleasant, but it isn't much worse than any other mode of existence. Usually.]

[loveandlanguish]

There's nothing too wrong with madness, in and of itself. It certainly makes things more interesting, at any rate.

[ofinfinitespace]

Interesting is... Yes, a word for it. And if we are to be the playthings of this interesting madness, we might as well rejoice in it, for the interest of the interested gives no recourse otherwise.

A question presents itself: does a mad mun a mad muse make?

[loveandlanguish]

That really would depend on the definition. I'm of the opinion that madness is for the mortal beings, of course, but I've heard the argument on the other side.

[He just thinks that argument is dumb.]

[infernoandhearth]

Well, for one, you have sex in them.

[loveandlanguish]

Thank you, good sir, I never would have figured that one out on my own.

[infernoandhearth]

I know. I thought I might be helpful. I hear that's the first step to a sort of welcoming presence. Is there anything else you'd like to know? Perhaps the function of a penis?

[loveandlanguish]

I've heard it has something to do when a mummy and daddy love each other very much.

[mechmadeoflove]

I'd ask what kind of pup volunteers for a sex game, but then I saw 'Canon: Sheakspeare' and everything made sense.

[Yes, the fifteen year old knows from Sheakspeare. It was introduced to him with the phrase "Hey want to see dirty jokes in Thee Olde English?"]

Shine on, you iambic pentameter diamond.

[loveandlanguish]

He did have a delightfully dirty mind, didn't he? It's a glorious universe to be from, let me tell you.

[mechmadeoflove]

Mun thinks he'd be writing South Park these days, and South Park with swordfights busting out all over would be awesome forever.

Plus, you know, his extensive published Pyramus and Thisbe fanfic.