Because this is a thing.

[anthony_dawnwalker]

Ah, what manner of strangeness is this? You! Yes, Mundane was it!? Quite a clever name for one who has placed me under their control, making me their slave! Yet to do so means that you are no mere "mundane". But perhaps an agent for the EVIL, and HORIBBLE, DARK LORD! But know this, "Mundane". One day I shall break loose of your hold, and when that day happens you shall forever regret your decision for controlling my words and actions.

For I am USIDORE! Wizard of the 12th Realm of Ephysiyies, Master of Light and Shadow, Manipulator of Magical Delights, Devourer of Chaos, Champion of the Great Halls of Terr'akkas! The elves know me as Fi’ang Yalok. The dwarves know me as Zoenen Hoogstandjes. I am also known in the Northeast as Gaismunēnas Meistar.

And there are yet still many other names that you do not yet know....

the most au of aus...

[fromthedark]

So, here we are...

[There's this unsettling smile on Michael's face. It's making the mundane uncomfortable.]

This was your idea of course... I'd say I quite like it. It's freeing.

[He laughs, though it's hardly a pleasant laugh. It's this unpleasant, almost insane chuckling.] Oh, you don't want me to do too much damage? Pity. I'd so like to corrupt everything I touch.

[Michael smiles again.] The world's more fun that way.

X-posted to dear_player

[thricereturns]

No no no no no no. Why oh why do you punish me like this scribe? Why can't you just let me rest in peace? Why bring me back once again? You're a cruel master and I loathe you. What in the world do you wish me to do? You already got plenty of puppets. Younger, more eager ones. Even one like me. I'm sick and tired of this game. Just send me back. There's nothing I can do here.

Signed,
Matello, son of Raltz, Protector of the Shrine, Guardian of Light, Champion of the Creator, Grand Justice, Templar Commander, Raz'Gaol, district champion 2 years in a row.

voicetesting salt master

[cracksofyourheart]

And this? You're dragging me out here, too? Haven't you had enough of making these accounts for every major life event I go through?

I've said it before and I'll say it again-- don't half-ass things. If you're going to do this, do it. Find some better icons, pick a game, and stick with it. There's no point doing this just so I can hang around in limbo and be your plaything. While you're at it, get out of your pajamas and do your goddamn errands. And cook yourself some real food for--

--call me a hypocrite again, I dare you. From where I'm standing, I've got my life a lot more together than you.

You have two days. Shape up or I'm gone.

On the dust that's finally settling (OC's message for her mun - x-posted to dear_player)

[rogueinladysclothing]

It's all right that things didn't work out for me. It's all right that I was spurned for the things I did, though I wish it hadn't taken it's toll on you, too. There's been so much pain and it would be best for everyone to move on from it.

[ A huff of a laugh and a wry smile follow. ] I know you hate leaving things half-finished, that loose ends bother you, and that things coming to a close in a way that feels half-hearted or forced hurt you. But despite how much I wish I could change some things, I am all right with what's happened. Wherever I go from here, even if it's just to a metaphorical shelf in your mind for now, it'll be fine. You and I aren't over, not by a long shot.

We'll figure this out. I'll find a way to live on and we'll both be strong again.

[ She gives her mun an encouraging smile. ]

So let's not wallow and get started, shall we?