Conversations and reminiscing.

[the_targeter]

Well aren't you the smug one. Mentioning me in a fit of nostalgia and you find others who know both me and my husband and might even bring him out of the shadows.

Well done, I never thought you had it in you.

So, what shall we do then? I hear there is work that can be done in these games. It might not be what I am used to but it could be good, and after so long it might be nice to stretch my legs a bit. Being cooped up in your head even I may almost forget my purpose.

Almost.

Voice Testing (and not sending you out to protect settlements)

[last_minuteman]

Look, mun, I get that it's a running joke there, where you are. I can get that it can seem tedious and annoying to go out there again and again protecting settlements, but that's the cost of being the good guys here in the Commonwealth. It's not easy. There's a lot of work that way too many don't want to do.

But it can be done. That's why I trust the General as much as I do. They can get it done.

(no subject)

[grant_ward]

You sure you want to do this, kiddo?

We both know you haven't had the best of luck with my kind. Not because you'll want to defang me, I know that, but everyone else will want you to, and you'll cave. You always do sooner or later.

But if you can promise not to pull your punches because you're worried about what other people might think, you know I'll do what has to be done, and in that case we'll get along fine.

Maybe you should look for a game for me, though, you know what happens when I get bored. I know it's not the kind of thing you usually do, but something small and quiet where even you can keep up and my cover won't be blown right away? Could work. Think about it.

And thanks for not trying to be clever with the username. Simple is better.

The party don't start 'til I walk in.

[thecrimsonf_er]

[Bats. Suddenly there seems to be hundreds, then thousands of them flickering through the air, chittering as they stream in from apparently random directions. Each one glows with a dark red, unholy aura - one easily recognized as overpoweringly vampiric to anyone who can sense such things. They're slowly, but steadily, consolidating into a hunched humanoid form. As it coalesces from the bats, it straightens, and a low, throaty chuckle emanates from within.]

Well. This is new.

[A wide-brimmed, crimson-colored hat casts a deep shadow over his face, but the bright red glow of his eyes and the white shine of a very sharp set of teeth are clearly visible in the darkness.]

It could be... interesting.


((Muse can be persuaded to take threads seriously, especially for canon-mates, otherwise, he's having fun. F-bombs could happen, consider yourself warned.))

Canon is Constantine (TV/DCU) On applying to tushanshu

[hellboundheart]

Life, dreaming and death?

You do get that I don't need to be here, don't you? This is a power struggle between factions on a bloody turtle's back, not part of the Rising Darkness. Those rumours of Lucy abandoned Hell are just that - rumours. Daddy dearest wouldn't let his favourite whipping boy leave Hell. Who would there be to blame everything on then? Cheated on the wife? Devil made me do it. Stole a car? Same.

Same as those murmurs of Malicant or the Daseng group. I'd fear that funeral director posing as the innkeep for the Midnight Hotel instead of them. Same with his 'staff' of the wolf-woman and faerie. Even if the faerie wasn't someone I'd kick out of bed. What? How was I supposed to know that the wolf-woman didn't want to be called a 'bitch'? It's an old language! Can't be blamed that 'dog' and 'hound' translated the same.

If I'm needed here, can't say that I'm happy about it. That Anton Shudder at the Midnight Hotel claims there's no smoking. No drinking. That's not going to happen. Best I can promise is to keep it quiet.

Trust me! Would I lie?