dear_mun | (no subject)

Something wrong, hon?

I'm just sick of getting dusted off and tossed around before this one inevitably decides she's done with me again and then it's back to the shelf. I'd rather just skip the runaround shenanigans this time.

I'm pretty sure that's the nature of this bizarre existence. It's nothing personal. Besides, I think you like the attention when you get it.

What's she up to now, Peter?

Friend needs a CR chart, she says. Goes to check out the old journal for mine and all of a sudden it's all about the nostalgia and the "good times", though damned if I know what good times she's talking about. I'm not anybody's yo-yo, all right?

[ he is so cranky right now lookit him grumble ]

And you're not anyone's paddleball either.

[ neal that is a lame joke. ]

[ eyebrow. such an eyebrow you're getting over that. ]

I thought the blanket implication of me not being any kind of child's plaything would be a given.

Kind of moot to say that to someone who controls your entire existence Angel. She could tear you to ribbons on the spot if she really wanted.

Been there, done that. And trust me, I'm nobody's angel.

Just what we call beings from your species Angel.

I'm less feathers and more average Joe, but whatever floats your boat.

All humans get their wings when they come down to where I live.

With you living... Where, exactly?

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There isn't a name for it really. At least nothing anyone calls it now.

Must make it pretty confusing for the tourists.

Invite only, unless they stumble down there somehow.

Oh, my mistake. Must be a primo invite to The Dimension Without A Name. Bet you guys have awesome postcards.

Hey only place you have equal chance of getting lucky or eaten alive. Maybe both if you have a very odd string of luck.

Dunno, I'm thinking of one other place that could fit that bill.

I mean the literal meaning of eaten alive.

Pretty one-sided chat, if you ask me.

Really? Huh. How about that.

Look, I already know her side of things. It'll involve zany antics, possible interactions, future maimings or the like, and then I'll get dropped like a hot potato. This isn't exactly my first rodeo.

So nothing beats zany antics? Let me tell you, limbo isn't what it's cracked up to be. Give it another week or two and you'll be begging her to let you out.

"Zany antics" usually translates to a giant headache for me, and compared to some of the stuff I've already been through? Limbo sounds great. Throw in some calypso and a fruity drink with an umbrella and I'm set.

Grab some excedrine.

Purgatory doesn't have bad music and alcoholic drinks. I don't know where you get your information from, but they're liars. Unlike me. Who you can trust!

I'd rather just avoid the headache in the first place.

I was aiming more for a pun, actually-- Never mind. [ Sigh. ] But sure, why shouldn't I trust someone who says she obviously isn't a liar? This sounds foolproof.

I don't think you've that option.

Limbo. Calypso. Crappy cruises. I got it, promise. [WINNINGSMILE.GIF!!!] I'm sure that you can't possibly imagine a woman as beautiful as I am would be a liar.

I dunno, I'm still holding out some hope for it.

Oh good, here I was worried about wasting my rapier-like wit. [ badumptshhhhhhhh ] Imagine? No. I learned a long time ago not to trust beautiful women.

How painful that must be.

[If he wants to think that highly of himself and his punning, she'll let him. Why not?] Why, sir, I'll have you know that I'm as gentle as a kitten. Also, the whole "Justice League," thing usually tips people off that I, you know. Fight for justice and all that.

...when I feel like it.