The world be crazy, yo

[totallyapirate]

Sooo... you hear about how crazy your world is and then starting thinking about the one you're trying to put together for me?

That sounds promising. [ Her sarcasm. Can you hear it? ]

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[shutupkai]

[Sarcasm is his very close friend.]

Their imaginations are wonderful, aren't they?

[have another oc!]

[firesole]

Oh yeah, gotta love those! Damn brats. Mine calls all her muses 'brats', but she's more of a brat than any one of them! I don't knwo why our muns like throwing us into these weird places, but if she does that to me, I'm roasting her ass!

[totallyapirate]

Writers.

Can't live with'm and literally can't live without'm

[ /gathers them up ]

[totallyapirate]

She used to have a pretty cool place designed for me-I was actually feared, now I'm an outlaw that steals information for rebelling side. I'm good guy now. I liked being on my own side.

[shutupkai]

[Lets out a sigh, hand running through his hair.]

Yeah, no kidding. [Pause.] Yours sending you to one of those "games", too?

[totallyapirate]

Nope. She thought about it but in the end she's more focused on fleshing out my home world.

[waywardtraveler]

Tell me about it. Muns seem to do more harm than good in my experience.

[totallyapirate]

Yeah, according to her conflict fleshes out personality.

AWESOME pb choice! *u*b

[dieyoung]

You will get used to your mun's brief bouts of insanity.

[waywardtraveler]

Yeah. They forget we live it. What we live through and what they imagine are often two very different things.

[shutupkai]

...Lucky you.

[He actually means that, too. He gives a faintly annoyed sigh.]

As soon as mine has a full icon set for me, she's sending me off to one that's still being made. [Pause.] Well, there's also the fact that she has to finish typing up my history. No telling how long that'll take.

[firesole]

Nothin' wrong with that. People like me? We sort of have to be on our own side. We're the 'bad guy' in the stories parents tell their children, the people who can read your thoughts and move your things, who can light up places with nothing mroe than a flick of a finger. Us mutants? We have to be on our own side, because the governments sure aren't. And even then, we fight amongst ourselves...

_{[She frowns, thikning, then shakes her head.[}

Being feared, though... I suppose I'd rather just be respected.