Voice-testing the first resident SPN muse

[rotguthunter]

Why the hell'd you even put me in this box? You do see all these other grey...things in here with me, right? They come near me, they're gettin' bellies full'a rock salt.

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Aliens? Now I've heard everything.

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Oh good god, get this clown away from me.


_{[Being surrounded by alien trolls in a green room that looks very much like Zacharia's Very Nice Room is going to make his heart explode, he's pretty damn sure.]}

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[notarambler]

[Sam is pretty sure he's way too drunk to be seeing who he's seeing right now. But...]

Bobby calm down it's called a muse box my mun has one too.

[rotguthunter]

Don't you tell me to calm down, boy.

_{[He's bristling, but damn is he glad to see a Sam that looks like he's in one piece.]}

[notarambler]

Getting upset is just gonna rile everyone else up. And trust me you do not want that.

[rotguthunter]

You try not getting upset when there's a damn posse of aliens just lookin' at you like you got a potato for a head.

[notarambler]

That's because your new I think. They are trying to figure you out.

[rotguthunter]

Pretty sure I ain't the first friggin' human these yahoos have ever seen. Though, between you n' me? Not too sure the tall blonde kid's completely human.

_{[Meanwhile, Bobby being wigged out by the Homestuck crew makes mun smile like an little kid that's just been handed kinetic sand.]}

oh my gods your Bobby is fantastic

[columblind]

[hey there guy, have a ghost boy, all for you!]

Sounds like a party in there. Protip? [leans forward and stage whispers:] Don't make the clown angry.

excuse me while I whine and squirm because noooOOoooo [animu blush-face-hidey icon]

[rotguthunter]

Ah crap.

_{[Just be glad he's too unnerved by the solid ones to immediately react to you.]}

The guy's doped to the gills, looks like. I can smell the damn smoke on his breath. Who knows what else he's stuck in 'im.

But thanks, I guess.

yeeEEEEEEeees. excuse me while I pinch your cheeks and cry because BOBBY

[columblind]

[oh goody, it's Tate's lucky day!]

Hey, no problem. From what I hear? Ya don't need more holes in you. And those guys? Seriously fucked up.

[notarambler]

I know what you mean. I've got a eight foot tall rabbit in here with me, not to mention a couple of morally gray guys that make Lucifer seem sane.

This poor put-upon man, I love him so much.

[rotguthunter]

Yeah one of 'em looks like he's been killed a few times. Actually all of 'em do. The hell, are these guys immortal?

He's p much the greatest lbr. deals with everyone's shit and kicks ass

[columblind]

Through the power of literary device. [he wiggles his fingers like he's casting a spell] They just keep comin' back, man. Death's trending on Twitter, now. From what my mun tells me, it's as good as Hell.

[Tate, that's rood]

[rotguthunter]

_{[He's just gonna give you a look like he's sucked a lemon.]}

Great, so these guys are full of actual plot holes.

I've just about had it up to here with Death, both the one with the face and the one without.

[columblind]

[oh, he smirks at that plot holes joke, and his shoulders shake with a silent laugh. that was good, old man]

Whoa, you've met Death? What's he like? Tell me it's not some old lady comin' to hold your hand all the way t' paradise.

[rotguthunter]

Got a couple different ones actually. There's the capital-letter Death, he looks like the kinda man that would've owned slaves if he was livin' in those times. What people tend to see though, could be some old man in a suit, maybe a sweet-faced girl in a nice blouse, whatever face that particular reaper has.

Can't say the same thing for every universe, but that's what we have goin'.

[columblind]

Spooky. [but he says it like "cool"] I met some chick who said Death was an old crone. Think she was a witch or somethin'. I like your version better.

[rotguthunter]

Like I said, might be different for other 'verses. One'a these idjits piped up sayin' their Death doesn't have a definite form either. There's hundreds of thousands of Death mythos' out there. Might be yours is that old lady holdin' your hand to the next step.

[columblind]

[he snorts]

God, I hope not. I'd rather turn poltergeist. Don't think we got a Death, anyway. If we do, he's fucked right off. Or the house keeps 'im away. I dunno.

[rotguthunter]

You be careful with all that, might attract someone like me knockin' holes in your wall.

[columblind]

[he grins lopsidedly, and it has a bit of an edge to it. like he's thinking "that'd be fun times"]

Oh yeah? You an exorcist or somethin'? Think you can make me move on?

[rotguthunter]

I'd say 'or somethin' fits the bill there. I could shuffle you off, but you're a good kid. Just don't hang around long enough to attract somethin' nasty. And believe me, there's a lot of nastiness out there that'd love chewin' on a kid like you.

[columblind]

[he chuckles breathily]

Yeah, no shit. I'm stuck in a house with a few assholes who'd love ta sink their teeth into me. Too bad I'm smarter'n they are.

[rotguthunter]

Better hope your luck holds out 'til you find yourself the right reaper. Wouldn't wanna end up havin' to actually go through with exorcisin' ya, doesn't seem like it feels too good.

_{[At least, that's what he'd assume from the godawful screeching involved, outside of the obvious anger.]}

[columblind]

I can do pain, but yeah, I'll pass. I got shit t' do, y'know? Afterlife's a busy place. Got places t' not go, people t' protect, bitches to avoid. It's a regular fuckin' party.

I'm Tate.

[rotguthunter]

Bobby. What flavor of bitch are you avoiding?