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[mischieves]

Ooh, it must frustrate you at how fickle your attempts at understanding me are.

[ A cool regard, a slyly spreading grin.] Well, go right ahead, girl. Give it your best shot.

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[bindsthedead]

Are you trying to taunt your mundane?

[mischieves]

Perhaps I'm just throwing her a challenge.

[bindsthedead]

You may find yourself challenged in return then.

[mischieves]

There is only so much a mortal can do to a god.

[bindsthedead]

More than you think. [Sabriel knows that even immensely powerful entities can be bound, and made to serve. Mogget is a good enough example of that in her mind.]

You could have your soul torn out, or have your power taken away, in some games.

[mischieves]

Oh?

[ There's a quirked brow, and an amused glance.]

Sounds like such horrors. [ there was no particular point why he made the comment as sarcastic as it was.

He had been beaten into submission once before, but the ideas of being stripped of his powers? of course, it was unfavorable. ]

[bindsthedead]

Although having your soul outside you is not so terrible... [And there's a raven gliding above Sabriel's head, one that isn't really a raven.]

But still. Even powerful forces can be bound to serve, and death is not always an escape. [Not only since many games revive people, but also because she's a necromancer.]

[mischieves]

I've been threatened with such a...predicament. Curious, that. What form my soul could take.

[ His gaze flickers over to the raven, before turning his attention back to the girl.]

Oh, at times, death seems kind, does it not?

[bindsthedead]

My mundane thinks some sort of serpent. Or some sort of weasel, but I think she might be joking about that. But there are some advantages, to being in a game where I can travel back to my world freely, and bring others to it.

[Sabriel smiles, and it's not a happy smile.]

For some, perhaps, if they don't fight the current.

[medicalhell]

Bravo, I hope your mun shows you how much she wants to give it her best shot.

[mischieves]

[ he cants his head lightly to the side. ] Do you mock me?

[medicalhell]

Well you're smarter than you look.

[mischieves]

And you think yourself clever, mortal?

forgive me.

[medicalhell]

Well I wouldn't call myself Ghandi or such, but I am a hell of a lot better than Hugh Jackman.

lol no never.

[mischieves]

Human references, I assume?

You all do love comparing yourselves, don't you?

that icon

[medicalhell]

And what about you huh? Think your any better just because you have makeup, longer hair, and a cape? Heck just because your more feminine?

[subecho]

Relieve the mortal of your bitterness, brother.

[mischieves]

And replace it with what, Thor?

[subecho]

You have more in you than spite.

[mischieves]

Do I, brother? What more do I have left?

[subecho]

Your dignity as a defender of Asgard.

[gammabruce]

I wouldn't taunt your mun, if I were you. They have nasty ways of getting revenge.

[mischieves]

Oh and do you speak from experience, beast?

[gammabruce]

Actually, yes. The name's Bruce, by the way. In case you missed it.

[mischieves]

Now I'm curious.

[ oh, he's going to completely disregard the name, Bruce. Perhaps he holds a grudge. ]

i'm just going to toss all my sexy icons at you just cuz

[gammabruce]

That so?

[ gee, wonder why that'd be, Loki. watch him be coy at you. ]

[lunging]

It is not a good idea to tempt your mortal, my friend.

[mischieves]

Is it truly not?

[lunging]

Trust me, Loki, if you have never trusted me before: no, no, it is not a good idea. It is never a good idea.

[mischieves]

Mortals cannot do much.

So perhaps I shall take my chances, Fandral.

[lunging]

Hmm.

As much as I am loathe to broach the very subject...did you not believe so before only to be proven horribly mistaken?

[raincoatruinedit]

You got one who's pretending to be a shrink, too?

[mischieves]

Making a sad attempt at it, perhaps.

[raincoatruinedit]

Yeah, I know the feeling. Mine's poking and probing about for one of these applications.

[Doesn't this guy look familiar, Loki?]

[mischieves]

[ so terribly familiar.

It makes Loki side eye the other man for a moment. No, Agent Barton would act a bit differently, wouldn't he?]

Ah. Mine seems to be considering attempting the same feat.

It will not end well.

[raincoatruinedit]

[It might be Agent Barton in disguise. You never know~]

Tell me about it. He's already overstretched.

[mischieves]

[ but with no hint of loathing? Of discomfort at looking at the one responsible for controlling his mind, turning him against his own?

If that was the case, Loki just might be impressed.]

Has he? And what so-called game have you been threatened with?

[raincoatruinedit]

[Well, if that were the case, Clint would be the best spy ever. Unfortunately, this isn't Clint.]

It's called Drama Drama Duck, apparently. Pretty stupid name.

[therealgenius]

Prooooobably not a good idea to talk about getting shot.

[mischieves]

You're all so literal, arent you?

[therealgenius]

I'm a weapons designer, that just makes me, you know, perk up.

[mischieves]

Weapons? [ that gets a trickster's grin.] Then you must consider yourself powerful.

[therealgenius]

...I...must?

I, uh...don't, actually. Besides money, I guess, but...no. Not really, no.

[notofasgard]

They are quite a pathetic sort, are they not?

[mischieves]

Oh, very much so. [ A brow slightly raised, and an amused smirk in agreement.]

[notofasgard]

One cannot expect a mortal to have such depth within their mind. Especially one so fresh, shall we say? I do hope you keep the reigns tight.

[decapitateddelivery]

It's not possible for a mortal to comprehend the complexity of a god and yet still they try.