accepted at scorched

[liugan]

Neither of us were expecting such an ... enthusiastic welcome, were we? That must be a record for you.

I wonder how everything will change, in two weeks time. Will I change? What will become of me? You've a habit of catapulting us all forward to catch up with the newest installments in the story. And we haven't even begun this new chapter for ourselves yet.

In due time, I suppose. Until then, dear writer, plan our decisions accordingly.



[ ooc; Please no spoilers! Canada still has two more weeks! ]

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eeee it's a Loki <3

[abeltorun]

[Yeah, uh, incoming smartass here, oh god of mischief.]

My guess? You get your rear handed to you. Bad guys never win. At least in comic books, anyway.

[resolvere]

[Guess who you can always expect an enthusiasm welcome from?

THIS GOD

She will totally jump on him if she gets the opportunity. Kid, she saw that movie and you guys need to talk.]

indeed!

[liugan]

[ oh, psh. party pooper. ]

The question is not what, but how.

[liugan]

[ No. No he does not need to talk. He doesn't know anything yet because Canada's showtimes suck. ]

What now?

[resolvere]

[What no, Thor, not Avengers.

She tilts her head to the side, whining softly in confusion. Hello these are wolf ears and also they are ripe for petting.

Why do you greet me so crossly?]

[lunging]

You are a shape-shifter, of course you'll change.

I hear these games do things to us anyway, so that change cannot be helped.

[abeltorun]

[That's Runner 5 for you. Scavenger and professional party-pooper.]

Hell if I know how. My dispatcher- mundane- whatever you call 'em is keeping me in the dark right along with her. Keeps bitching about having to wait two weeks and threatening bodily harm on the writer if he kills anyone.

...Are they usually so vocal?

[liugan]

[ --still. There is no need for talkings. Grumpyhuffgruff. ]

We'll just say it's been an aggravating day.

[liugan]

I did not mean physically.

[resolvere]

[Technically, she can't talk. Sneaky sneaky.

For your mundane or yourself?

Hey look, a tree.]

[lunging]

It was a joke.

[Who do you think he is, Hogun?]

[liugan]

More often than not. It takes some getting used to.

[liugan]

[ She has a voice, it speaks, there is no loophole there. And he does not need your trees. ]

The worst she has to deal with is a headache.

[resolvere]

[Gosh dang darn.

Has she tried Herbal Medicine?

...ancient Japan, it's all she knows and has ever bought.]

[liugan]

Your sense of humour has always been lacking.

[lunging]

And yet you ignored the part of reassurance. Odd.

[liugan]

[ /brow arch. ]

She has a teacup.

... and a small bag of dried fruits. I doubt they are assisting in any way.

[liugan]

There was no reassurance in your words, Fandral. In essence, all you had said was "deal with it."

[resolvere]

[Sorry they're not as scientifically advanced as the Norse. They do have aliens and UFO saucers, though.

Dried fruit? It is delicious, I hope she enjoys it.

Clearly, he does not want Tree Therapy. Instead, she wraps herself around his legs, tail wagging slightly.]

[lunging]

Why must you twist words? I said that you cannot help if you are changed since there are apparently great horrors. It is not your fault, in essence.

[abeltorun]

Great. And here I thought the worst thing I had to deal with was zombies and bad jokes. [Sigh. He's gonna need some aspirin at this rate.] You got any advice on "getting used to" this kind of stuff?

[liugan]

[ Science, magic, what's the dif. ]

It will suffice.

[ He watches her, but makes no move for pettings. ]

[liugan]

And your inability to understand what I had been discussing in the first place is not at all surprising either.

It is not this game that concerns me.

[liugan]

I've only five months to my name as part of her collection, I have not become accustomed to any of this yet.

[lunging]

[...oh.]

The continuance of your legend, then.