Reviving/voice testing a long slumbering muse to bring him to Mask or Menace

[grouchinleather]

Look, I'd say I'm grateful for you remembering that I exist, but I'd be lying. The last time you showed an interest in me you shoved me into a torture-happy space station and I wasn't the one doing the torturing. I'll give you that the less interesting Back to the Future pseudo-futuristic America is a step up from that, but just barely. I have no intentions of being stranded someplace where I get dragged into yet another corrupt administrations's delusions of grandeur. Been there, done that, threw the guy that tried to sell me the t-shirt out the window.

Yeah, yeah, I'm aware I don't have a choice. Let me pretend that I do.

P.S. Have you seriously learned nothing from this damn reboot nonsense? How the hell can you possibly be looking forward to that Edward Cullen rip-off that inexplicably shares my name getting his own series? I can't wait to laugh in your face when it all inevitably goes to hell.

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[greenguardian]

My mun felt something similar where I was involved with the reboot. I could never measure up to the original, getting me was at the loss of a lot of legacy...I'm sure you know the reasons. Everyone does.

But sometimes, things can surprise you. Hopefully.

[grouchinleather]

Yeah, but you actually didn't turn out all that bad, train wreck aside. Sorry about your fiancee.

[That last part is surprisingly genuine, coming from him.]

But see I had to sit through 30 issues of character assassination. Sure, it's an alternate me, but out of all the alternates I've met, that one's gotta be the most pathetic.

And I met a version of me who thought it would be a brilliant idea to sell non-existent condos on his version of the Carrier and was so deep in the closet he found Narnia.

[greenguardian]

Thank you. He came back.

Kind of. Even if he doesn't entirely remember me.

I think the difference is that I was meant to be a very different person. You weren't, and perhaps you were done a great disservice that way.

[grouchinleather]

At least you didn't have to stalk him to get his attention in the first place.

Hey, if there's one thing I learned doing this damn job its that some universes just suck. It's his misfortune to be stuck there, not mine.

It doesn't mean I don't get to laugh at how awful he is in the meantime.

[forhissins]

Maybe, unlike the space station, you'll have a shot at making that other world a finer one?

[grouchinleather]

[Gives him a small smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.] ...Yeah. Maybe.

[alienfromkansas]

You don't have to sound so sad you weren't doing the torture, you know.

[grouchinleather]

[Ugh, it's you.]

If I had my way I'd have started with you.

[alienfromkansas]

Sure. [He looks exactly 0% threatened.]

I'll take it getting rid of said corrupt government isn't an option? Otherwise you'd enjoy that.

[grouchinleather]

You'd think it would be, but no. "Because then the game would end."

Like I wanted to be in it in the first place.

[funkindofwicked]

[It's fun to see how the grumpy ones react.] Does yelling at her make you feel better?

[grouchinleather]

I'm not yelling, lady.

[Yelling involves voice raising. There is no voice raising here.]

I'm calling it like I see it.

[funkindofwicked]

"Giving her a monotone talking to" doesn't really have the same ring to it. Not like she'll listen anyway, so it's pretty pointless to say anything.

[grouchinleather]

It makes me feel better.

What do you care, anyway?

[viced]

Well, I mean, at least you're... aware you don't have one.

As long as you're alright with the fruitless yelling, I can't actually blame you.

[grouchinleather]

Let's just say math and I are good friends, and I've learned to respect the odds, even if I don't like them.

Ugh, is there any universe without fruitless yelling?

[viced]

Not...really? I mean, I've been to... shit, what, 5 now? I think five --

And there's always enough bullshit to yell about.

[thebetterone]

Were you sparkling?

[grouchinleather]

No, thankfully. He just felt the best way to a man's heart is by stalking him in the dead of night.

Somehow that apparently worked.

[re_engineer]

Man, I'm not going to lie. It's definitely good to see you around, Midnighter.

[grouchinleather]

Same, Angie.

What have you been up to?

[re_engineer]

To be honest? Jack and shit.

...Not Hawksmoor. Just pretty much nothing. And dealing with a mun who is getting frustrated as hell at the bullshit that the latest comics are.

VERY LATE BUT I CAN'T HELP MYSELF

[electrixicate]

'Lucas Trent'.

[ Her lips twitch. ]

I prefer 'Ernie', really.

[grouchinleather]

I'll take Lucas to your piss poor attempt at a name, Sparks.

I gotta admit, I didn't expect to see you around. [With it being 2015 and all.]

[electrixicate]

Yeah, well, but no one's asking you, are they?

[ Waves her hand, definitely dismissive. Then an eyebrow cocks upwards. ]

There are benefits to being fictional. [ Dryly. ] Time can be frozen and everything.