.... and perhaps a new head-mate

[mutedpoint]

{Signing} Really, this is what brings back your attention?

*He raises an eyebrow, expression going past 'unimpressed' into 'six shades of stupid'.*

Nevermind that, what kind of name is Sorry anyway?

*Even if the girl's been in the army for two years, a fifteen year old shouldn't make him this unsettled.*

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<3 (Mean muses, I strangely like them)

[debtofhounds]

[Smiling wider.]

Flattering, but unnecessary. You may call me Leanansidhe.

It's just another name for what you know as technology.

Because they're fun!

[artfulforger]

Leanansidhe... like the fae folk? [He had definitely heard the legends, that was for certain.]

Oh. Gotcha. Except, I don't. So what? Planning to nailgun wings to him? I'd rather you didn't. He would take it out on me.

And mean! :D

[debtofhounds]

Quite. You're from the Old Country then?

[It's not a question, even if it's phrased like one.]

Nothing so inelegant, you should expect that of goblins, if they weren't hungry.

And consequences are something you have to live with.

[artfulforger]

Do you know many Americans who know the Leansidhe?

I... Right. Goblins. Of course.

I don't want to live with the consequences of anything involving Arthur and wings. I mean, not asking for it. Don't want it. No twisting what I asked for into some monkey's hand thing.

[debtofhounds]

Paths go where they will, and America is just one land among many.

[Yes. Of course some do.]

Really? It'll only be for a year and a day. A short span, even in mortal years.

[artfulforger]

[He frowned at that, giving her a look.]

A year and a half is a short span only for those that have a lifespan of a planet.

[debtofhounds]

A year is a year. And it goes by faster than a blink of an eye.

[artfulforger]

Maybe for you. Maybe even for me. What remains of my life after that year would be murderous at Arthur's hands.

[debtofhounds]

You can die but once.

Better to keep life interesting while you can.

[artfulforger]

You don't have a lot of friends, do you, Beautiful? You don't give them wings.

[debtofhounds]

Friend can be such a wide label. The truth of the matter is much more complicated than that.

Explaining would take an age.

[artfulforger]

Maybe for you it is. For me it is basically, I don't turn friends into angels or whatever.

[debtofhounds]

Oh, angels don't need wings.

And the only requirement never metioned what, now did it?

[artfulforger]

I have no requirement! I don't want anything involving Arthur and feathers.

[debtofhounds]

[Well there goes her easy entertainment.]

My offer stands.

[artfulforger]

Much much too kind of you. [Said in the most polite way he could muster.] But thank you, no.

[debtofhounds]

[She'll find another way to fill her messing with people quota elsewhere. There's no lack of opportunity.]

Then that's what shall be. Really child, I would have thought you to be more adventurous.

[artfulforger]

Now, if you wanted to fuck with Cobb, we could talk.

[debtofhounds]

That is rather fickle of you. Not one, but the other?

[artfulforger]

Most people are fickle. One I have fear of, the other not so much.

Niiiiiiiight~

[debtofhounds]

Prudence, some I know could do with a little more of it.

Morning!!!

[artfulforger]

Yeah well, what can I say? I got looks and brains.

Good morning!

[debtofhounds]

And know how to use them. Not that it's enough for all things.

[artfulforger]

It's been enough for the things in my life.

...takes forever to tag anything.

[debtofhounds]

In but a limited spectrum, yet it's a willful blindness.

Though I hear you dabble in oneiromancy.