Simon Petrikov (
icebutnice) wrote in
dear_mun2014-02-08 08:54 pm
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Muse is a bit rusty... and apprehensive
I-I'm sorry, you're thinking of putting me where?
[Simon looks... anxious. Almost fearful but not quite. There was still time to talk the mundane out of this.]
Well... I mean, you haven't really done anything with me in how long? Maybe it'd be best if it just stayed that way. Besides, I'm old as fungus, not like someone like me would last very long there.
...Oh, that's the point, isn't it?
[Simon looks... anxious. Almost fearful but not quite. There was still time to talk the mundane out of this.]
Well... I mean, you haven't really done anything with me in how long? Maybe it'd be best if it just stayed that way. Besides, I'm old as fungus, not like someone like me would last very long there.
...Oh, that's the point, isn't it?

SO MUCH RUST
[that's not going to happen]
ALL THE RUST
[He sighs. This grown up thing would take some getting used to.]
I'm pretty sure that's not how it works, at least, according to some people.
Re: ALL THE RUST
[YEAH IT'S
A CHANGE]
It's been a couple hundred years, but it shouldn't be that hard, even without our powers.
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[THIS WAS GOING TO TAKE LONGER THAN HE THOUGHT.]
We're not going to kill anyone. It's not right.
Besides, you'd die yourself if you did.
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[DO WE HAVE TO HAVE A STERN NOT-FATHER/DAUGHTER CHAT HERE]
If we do get away with it, won't you feel bad for what you did? Murdering innocents?
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Don't you want to come back with me? [ROLL FOR DEFLECTION]
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[Ugh, he was too old for this. AND NOW FOR THIS CAN OF WORMS.]
Of course I do, Marcy. Just... not like this.
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I've seen this game, I've seen the trials. All of them just made stupid mistakes! I wouldn't do that! I'd get us home.
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It's not going to be the same people, Marcy. There's going to be different, more experienced people next time. I want to be with you as much as you do, Marceline, I don't want to lose everything again but...
[His eyes turned to the ground, his feet shuffling back and forth. Unsurprisingly, a hand subconsciously found itself rubbing the crown tied to his waist.]
I don't want you to risk yourself for me.
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... You are to me.
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...Thank you, Marceline.