Upon looking at heyfreemagic

[hasstandards]

Magic? Bloody magic.

No. Absolutely not.

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[notjustinthemirror]

And what the fuck would I do with money?

And I have better shit to be doing. I have to make sure Ethan doesn't get himself killed. Or drown in a puddle of vomit. Or fall off a building dead drunk. Or walk right into an Oro trap. Or some other moronic way he's going to try and die.

[He just happens to not be here, so the Demon is very, very bored.]

[hasstandards]

Sounds like it'd be easier to just let him. Survival of the fittest, mate.

[notjustinthemirror]

What do you suppose happens to someone's demon if that person dies?

[hasstandards]

I don't know. Can't say I know much about demons.

[notjustinthemirror]

I don't know what happens either. And I'm not going to find out.

[hasstandards]

So are you a pet of some sort? Or a figment of this bloke's imagination?

[notjustinthemirror]

A pet?

[He bristles. Better hold onto something because everything that's not nailed down rises up in cyclone around him before crashing to the ground in a flurry of wreckage and an explosion of static.

The Demon himself disappears and reappears behind Sniper. Better move fast or he's charging into RED to pin him to the wall with his arm.]

Do I seem like a pet?

[hasstandards]

[Well, that sudden cyclone and the following chaos may caught him off-guard, but he actually manages to move out of the way before the Demon pins him, having spun around the second he vanished. Good reflexes, considering how often he gets stabbed in the back at his workplace.

He backs up, on the defensive.]

Ya seem more like a bloody lunatic to me.

[notjustinthemirror]

I'll take that.

[ He manifests a baseball bat and pokes the tip of it against Sniper's chest. ]

Pretty real for someone who's a hallucination aren't I?

[hasstandards]

[Backing up another step.]

Real enough here. Maybe you're not back where you come from. This place is odd like that.

[notjustinthemirror]

I caused plenty trouble back home too, real or not.

[ He drops the bat with littls fanfare. It rolls a short distance before disappearing completely. ]

[hasstandards]

I thought you said you were tryin' to keep someone out of trouble.

[notjustinthemirror]

I didn't say he ever listened. Sometimes you have to prove a point the hard way.

[ By crashing planes into the middle of nowhere in the snow. ]

[hasstandards]

So you're keepin' someone out of trouble... by causing trouble.

[notjustinthemirror]

It certainly got his attention.

[hasstandards]

This bloke got a death wish?

[notjustinthemirror]

He did. He's come to accept who he is and his purpose.

Which makes my existence significantly easier.

[hasstandards]

His purpose?

[notjustinthemirror]

It's a long story.

[ Wait a second, how did this get turned around to talking about him? They're supposed to be talking about Sniper. Something has gone awry. ]

And it wouldn't make sense here. Though going somewhere that you spontaneously generate magical powers doesn't either.

[hasstandards]

Nothing in this place makes sense, mate. Somethin' I'm gettin' used to.

[notjustinthemirror]

Of course. That's because a bunch of people from places that don't make sense are all stuck together in one location and bringing all their beliefs and ideas with them. And a lot of it doesn't mix together well.

[hasstandards]

It's the same for those games. The cities and whatnot.

[notjustinthemirror]

The one I was in was a school run by demons, taught by zombies, and the staff were penguins.

Who exploded.

[hasstandards]

I assume on account of you.

[notjustinthemirror]

It was all like that before I got there.

I'm just the first one to think of using exploding penguins as projectile weapons.