HOMELESS, just on a PSL.

[notastutton]

Don't care what you say, he deserved every word I said at that wedding. Just because he's in love with the bride and was completely drunk didn't mean that as his new secretary, that I'd let him ruin that woman's day. Yes, I was also serious about beating the crap out of him if he didn't listen to me. He's lucky he did. It's bad enough that he asked me if I was a goddamned Madam at a brothel before this job.

[ snarl. oh, elsie... you did kinda cut him off of booze... ]

Do I look like I care? And on something else, any notion of things for future story-lines in this 'role-play' is strictly prohibited. I will beat you. And him if he tries anything of the sort.

[ but elsie.... him buying your apartment building and evicting everyone without even knowing you live there would be hilarious. HILARIOUS I SAY. ]

Mundane, I am going to say this again. I will beat you if you try.

[ ;_; so scary... ]

See to it that my will is done, yes?

Thank you,
Elsie Locke.

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[heardyoucall]

Amusing how you honestly believe you have any say in anything your mundane does.

[notastutton]

It's more amusing how you think I don't.

[heardyoucall]

Hmph! All right, then tell me all of the things you've done for yourself.

You chose to be a puppet. You chose to be put into a game.

Really? Don't make me laugh.

[notastutton]

I've chosen to to beat the mun upside the head when she does stupid things. I've chosen to actually let her do some of the things she wants to.

It's called a compromise, have you heard of it? [ sweet, sweet, but very obviously fake smile. ] And what about you? Do you have any of the same, as you would say, false illusions about being in control?

[heardyoucall]

Compromise, eh? Sure. Call it what you will.

You know as well as I that in the end these mundanes will do whatever the fuck they want with us. It's all a gigantic farce to think otherwise.

[notastutton]

Perhaps, but I still find it comforting to beat her. She makes such darling squeals of terror when I reel back. [ fonnnnd sigh. ]

Elsie Locke, you?

[heardyoucall]

[He just gives a grunt of irritation.]

I am the 31st of T'ang, Toa Priest Genjo Sanzo.

[notastutton]

[ Eyebrow raise. ....tries not to laugh. Really. ]

Right. A priest. This is like the start of every bad joke I've ever heard.

So tell me more about yourself, I'm just itching to listen to more of your words of wisdom.

[heardyoucall]

I have nothing to say to you.

The bad joke was your assumption that you could influence your mundane.

[notastutton]

C'mon. Gimme something.

[ sorry Sanzo, you started the joke when you told her you were a priest. ]

So. A priest, a demon and a monkey walk into a bar. They should've ducked. [ craaacks up. ]

[heardyoucall]

Hoo..? So you know a little about it then...?

[notastutton]

What? [ eyebrow raise. ] Know what? I was just throwing things together with the priest.

[heardyoucall]

Choosing "monkey" and "demon" specifically... it's more than random.

So? How the hell do you know about it?

[notastutton]

Really. Just random things.

[ it was the mun. always. ]

[heardyoucall]

Was it your puppeteer, then?

[notastutton]

Probably.

[ shrugs. ]

Still doesn't stop you being a priest from being hilarious.

[heardyoucall]

It's more of a pain in the ass than something funny.

[notastutton]

Oh? Really. Tell me about it. I bet I could [ stop laughing long enough to relate ] be a source of sympathy.

[heardyoucall]

Tch. I already said I have nothing to say to you.

Besides, your damned mundane seems to have kept you informed.

[notastutton]

Not much, she apparently just knows the basics. [ laaaughs at. ]

[heardyoucall]

[He honestly doesn't get the laughter at all.]

Basics. I see.

That explains it.

[notastutton]

[ she's catholic. one that finds the priests hysterical. so. she laughs at all priest. sorry. ]

Mmhmm. [ hums and eyebrow raise. ] You know. You'd almost be cute if you, I don't know.... smiled.

[heardyoucall]

[That pisses him off even more.]

I'll be sure to remind myself never to smile around you. Tch. The last thing I need is for people to be thinking useless things like that.

[notastutton]

[ sorry ;; ]

Well, that's good. [ getting an earful. SIGHS. ]

Look. I'm sorry for being a bit... brash.

[heardyoucall]

[He sighs.]

Eh. I've come to expect it in a place like this when I challenge cocky brats who think they're tough-shit.

You're not the first.

[He smiles.]

You won't be the last.

[notastutton]

[ eyebrow raise. ] 'brat'... You're assuming I'm younger than twenty, right? [ then. widens eyes a bit. ]

Hopefully not. [ have an honest to god smile. ]

[heardyoucall]

Brats can be older than twenty. I've seen enough to know that.