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[squadronsquandered]

You know, it's perfectly fine being nervous. Everyone gets like that every now and then. But come on, this is supposed to be fun. Get out there and meet some new people. I guarantee that both of us will grow a little bit more in the process. And hey, maybe we'll even run into some old friends. You'll never know until you get out there.

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[eldsins]

You seem to have much more faith in your mundane than most of us. I am not sure whether I should be impressed or amused by your... capability.

[ Let's be real, the little jerk will be more amused than anything else. ]

[squadronsquandered]

It's a new avenue of possibility for them. Why shouldn't they be hopeful for what's in store?

[He's just jealous that Hyperion's gay daddies with Thor.]

[eldsins]

Oh, because the nature of the world is ruin, entropy, and chaos? [ He would know. ] But then again, I cannot begrudge anyone, whether mun or muse, for seeking new avenues.

[ And he probably is, though he'll never say it to anyone. ]

So what shall it be then, Sir Hyperion? Are you going to venture forth into the world of memes like a brave knight?

[squadronsquandered]

It's the exact opposite, I believe. Entropy, ruin and chaos happens when people fail to do what must be done.

For now, at least. Maybe some sort of game may be in store in the future. Who knows?

[eldsins]

Such courage. No wonder my brother is taken with you. [ Seriously? Jealous? He's not at all.

And he might as well imply to cause trouble. ]

[squadronsquandered]

He's a better friend than what I imagined I'd get when they found me.

[eldsins]

[ Okay... Maybe he's actually glad to hear someone speaking well of Thor, no matter the circumstances. ]

While I should doubt his skills in judging character, I can see that you might have earned such treatment.

[squadronsquandered]

Thank you. You must be Loki, then. He seems to think of you pretty highly, too. At least from what he's told me.

[eldsins]

I did say I should doubt his skills in judging character. He overestimates me, I'm sure. [ By a long shot. ]

[squadronsquandered]

It's a possibility. Or maybe you underestimate yourself. It's surprising seeing someone as young as you so cynical.

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[eldsins]

...

[ Did he-

Oh, Hyperion, my sweet summer child. ]

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[eldsins]

You have not heard much of me, have you? My history among the peoples of the Nine Realms has not been one to engender anything other than cynicism.

[squadronsquandered]

History is important, yes. But isn't it better to try and start a new chapter? Your brother seems to think you're capable of it. Why not you?

[He's a blatant ripoff of Superman, Lokiboy, and possibly the only Hyperion that didn't turn into Super Hitler. Optimism is likely fused into his spine.]

[eldsins]

[ Oh Bor's stones, this man is serious, isn't he? Loki isn't sure if he should be floored or laughing. ]

You truly are perfect for Thor, aren't you? [ Congrats. He might just write slash about you two. ]

Mayhap I truly am too hard on myself. I shall try to take your words to heart.

[squadronsquandered]

Perfect for what? [Muwahahaha just as keikaku.]

I somehow doubt you will, but still the sentiment's appreciated.

[eldsins]

Perfect for being his companion. [ In every sense of the word. Wow, Hyperion. He might actually ship you with his brother. This is an honor. ]

Ahah, you are learning quickly about me, then.

[squadronsquandered]

Oh. I suppose we make a good team.

I'm not naïve. It's still a bit disappointing.

[hearmenow]

It really is surprising who you run into around here, sometimes.

O lawd she thinks this is an evil one, doesn't she?

[squadronsquandered]

I'm sorry? I honestly don't recognize you.

Maaaybe.

[hearmenow]

You don't? Are you being serious?

[squadronsquandered]

Quite. I really haven't met many people outside of the Avengers. And if we have spoken before, I really am sorry for not recognizing you.

[rebelwithoutaface]

Being nervous about fun is a worrying trend.

[squadronsquandered]

I think it's borne more from worry on doing the character portrayed on print justice.

[rebelwithoutaface]

Sounds more accurate, but all the same. Can't be expected to get it right without practice, so might as well dive in with both feet.

[squadronsquandered]

It's not always the best practice, but it can serve well in many instances. This one? Perhaps it is wise to err on the side of caution.

[rebelwithoutaface]

Can't imagine why you think that. It's not like we're of any real consequence around here. What's the worst that could happen?

[squadronsquandered]

Thinking a characterization does me justice when I really sound awful, maybe. Nothing that's of major consequence, but still.

[rebelwithoutaface]

...Well, there is that, but hesitance hinders performance more than anything.

Except a shattered kneecap or something, but I'm not being literal.

[squadronsquandered]

Agreed on the first part. Hesitance and caution aren't the same thing, though.

[rebelwithoutaface]

You're right, but I'm very fond of hyperbole. It's the greatest thing in the universe.

[squadronsquandered]

To you, perhaps.

[rebelwithoutaface]

No, not really. I'm just trying to see if I can get you to crack a smile. Maybe I'm not using the right methods.

Okay, why is space a bad place to open a restaurant?

[squadronsquandered]

I am capable of smiling, honest.

[He quirks an eyebrow.] Why's that?

[rebelwithoutaface]

Because the atmosphere is terrible.

[He does full on Bad Joke Hands, fingers spread and arms bent. Come on, that's gold.]

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[squadronsquandered]

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[squadronsquandered]

[He shakes his head with a small snort.] That was awful.

[rebelwithoutaface]

That counts! It's good!

[He claps his hands and when he pulls them apart, it's small shower of confetti time.

[squadronsquandered]

[This time, the entire act manages to get him to let out a full-bellied laugh.]

It's really not a major deal, you know.

[rebelwithoutaface]

I'm a creature of little ambition. I take my victories wherever I find them.

[Poof! The confetti disappears. No point wasting effort on them.]

[squadronsquandered]

Why am I not surprised?

[rebelwithoutaface]

Maybe you're incredibly perceptive.

[o5_12]

You're more likely to run into your friends than someone from a more obscure canon like mine. The caveat to that is that you're also more likely to run into your enemies. I'd be cautious if I were you.

[squadronsquandered]

Oh. The Avengers? Apparently they're a dime a dozen here. However, the mundane and I both will be extremely surprised if we see any member of the Squadron Supreme here, or our enemies.

[o5_12]

My mun and I can't figure out why superhero canons are so popular. But despite how short lived most muns are with heroes, the ones who play villains tend to be disturbingly long lasting.

And then there's the risk of things getting in from other worlds you might not know to be wary of. Like... well, almost literally everything we have on lockdown in my world that muns break out of lockdown because they're insane.

[squadronsquandered]

They're popular because of the general decent art, fantastic (in the literal sense, not always meaning great) stories, and unless your last name starts with 'M', there's a general sense of hope for things. Mine also reads them because of the drama they so desperately try to pretend they don't inject. It's not for everyone, I'll admit, but there's nothing wrong with them inherently. And villains? I don't see the appeal but the mun says that being evil is sexy.

[o5_12]

Funny. My entire genre - eldritch horror - is popular for sparse and disturbing art, heavily invocation of the 'nothing is scarier' philosophy, and the assurance that things will always, always get worse. The Foundation has faced so many end of the world scenarios we now divide them into fourteen categories in our files.

...no amount of sexy is worth evil. I fear for the psychology of the mundane population.