Contemplating which muse to send to Multiversal

[notyourlittlewolf]

[Someone's in a bad mood, arms crossed and glaring.]

No.
I have no interest in your whims or your games, wretch. Choose another.

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[windfang]

You will be hard pressed to find a way to convince them otherwise.

[notyourlittlewolf]

And you would know?

[windfang]

Indeed, I would.

[notyourlittlewolf]

Then if you would... Elaborate.

[windfang]

It would be wrong of me to confess my opinion as true, but I assume these people find some sort of amusement in our suffering.

Ignore the spelling.

[notyourlittlewolf]

[He grunts.] I would not be surprised if that was the case.

Those is power often gain their amusement from the suffering of those beneath them.

[Bitter? Nooooo.]

I saw nothin!

[windfang]

[ Yasha couldn't help but frown under his mask. That comment hit too close to home for his liking. ]

How true, even gods can abuse their power for the sake of amusement. It seems that no one is immune to such vile behavior, no matter what or who they might be.

[ A sigh escapes him as he lowers his mask. ]

This is why we cannot repeat in the mistakes of others. If our roles were to be reversed, I would hope you would not do the same as those who bind us here.

SAFE!

[notyourlittlewolf]

Power courrupts, no matter who holds it.

[Fenris nods. Good to see you face to face.]

No, I wouldn't.

[windfang]

[ Forgive him for that. He honestly grown too accustomed to wearing that mask all the time. ]

Then I'm reassured that this cycle of cruelty would end with you.

[notyourlittlewolf]

[He won't hold it against you.]

Thats... Something.

Tell me, have you been sent to this 'game'?

[windfang]

No, not as of yet.

[ Yasha honestly dreads the day he'll be sent anywhere other than Shinkoku. There's still so much he needs to accomplish before he'll be confident enough to leave the fate of the world in Asura's hands.

Until then, he won't be satisfied with anything less. ]

Although, she mentions sending me to a realm where everything is submerged under an endless sea.

[notyourlittlewolf]

You have my sympathies.

I must admit I am concerned. I do not knwow what to expect.

[windfang]

Please, do not waste your sympathy. You shall need it for yourself.

[ He sighs. ]

It is not in my intention to trouble you, but be cautious. The trials you might face ahead will challenge you greatly.

[notyourlittlewolf]

It is that bad is it?

[He sighs himself.]

Do not concern yourself with my fears. The more I know the better I can survive.

[windfang]

Considering all that I've experienced thus far, I'm not very hopeful.

[ Don't mind him! He's just a worry-wart at times. Things get better, honest! ]

Oh? Then you consider yourself well equipped for the challenges ahead?

[ He seems a tad curious now about the elf. ]

[rhinemaid]

I think they like it when you protest.

[notyourlittlewolf]

[He grunts, looking the woman over.]

I coudln't give a fig what they enjoy. I will not be presented like pet.

[rhinemaid]

[ her appearance is illusory! oddly so; intensely unreal without giving a real impression of what it hides. ]

My point is that this is doing the opposite of what you want it to.

[notyourlittlewolf]

[He narrows his eyes. THat's suspicious. very suspicious. Are you a mage?]

Then what would you reccomend? Agree and go along with it? I am not a slave anymore.

[rhinemaid]

[ no, fae. ]

I wouldn't recommend anything. Either they get bored with you or they don't. Protesting is just giving them want they want, that's all.

[notyourlittlewolf]

[The void is a fae?]

I will not sit passively by and let her dictate my life for me!

[epicchesthair]

I see you haven't changed, Broody. Is there anything you would like to do?

Varric! <3_<3

[notyourlittlewolf]

And neither have you, dwarf. [But he is that little bit chippier to see you.]

Perhaps being left to my own devices?

I adore him, I admit it.

[epicchesthair]

Of course I haven't. There'd be weeping in the streets if I did. [Everyone's always happy to see Varric. Except for people who owe him money.]

So you can moulder away in that mansion of yours? That's all well and good until you finish off all the wine in the cellar, but what about after that? Think ahead, Broody.

Ditto. /swoon

[notyourlittlewolf]

[Fenris snorts and shifts his weight. He's not sure if her wants to roll his eyes or cross his arms. He decids on both.]

I am thinking ahead. I run out, I'll get more.