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[poisontongued]

Was there aught you wished to do with me? Or shall I be forced to remain here within the vagaries of your mind?

Know that I do not enjoy being kept waiting long.

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[sharpsuitfluffytail]

Might as well get used to it. These muns barely know what their next meal is, let alone what to do with the voices in their heads.

[poisontongued]

A lack of foresight is a sign of foolishness.

[sharpsuitfluffytail]

Most definitely. It's a rotten situation for us no matter what.

[poisontongued]

And one that may yet become dangerous, should I lose my temper.

oh hi there handporn

[sharpsuitfluffytail]

You must be new. These muns can't be harmed by the likes of us. [Agitated tail twitch.] At least you're not cursed. Consider yourself lucky in that regard, at least.

[poisontongued]

....Cursed....

No. I am not. At least not in the sense you mean.

If I may, what manner of creature are you?

[sharpsuitfluffytail]

What other sense could there be? Either you are, or aren't. As for me... [Scoffs.] I was human. Now I'm part mutt.

[poisontongued]

One may argue it's an improvement.

[sharpsuitfluffytail]

Then that one would be an imbecile. None of this is an improvement. Is a tail something you'd want?

[Legit question, despite the sarcasm. And he actually thinks it might fit you better, strange talking person.]

[poisontongued]

Not an improvement?

[He spreads his palms]

Does the hound not move more swiftly than the man? Does he not fight with tooth and claw? Can he not hear and smell enemies the man has yet to see?

What you call a curse may be a blessing, if seen in another light.

[shichibukai_no_longer]

I don't know of anyone who does enjoy it.

[poisontongued]

There are those who crave subjugation, though many may not admit it.

[shichibukai_no_longer]

Subconscious programming, common to every human society. Those with the power and will to rule have always done so, and always will.

[poisontongued]

I believe the same.

[shichibukai_no_longer]

Though the concept of what constitutes "power" has changed through the ages.

[poisontongued]

Power...true power is something humanity knows nothing of.

[shichibukai_no_longer]

Individual power is the only force that matters.

[poisontongued]

I do hope you are not referring to strength of will...to the human spirit.

They are naught more than elaborate lies.

[shichibukai_no_longer]

Not just spirit, but a powerful body to house it. You need both. Power with no spirit is directionless and easily controlled by others, for their own ends. Spirit with no power is nothing more than idealistic prattle.

[poisontongued]

A man strong in mind and body is still just a man. And men were created to be ruled.

[taketheearsoff]

Better here than naught, though I could do without the surreal implications of what we are to them.

[poisontongued]

Mere playthings, and that is what makes this predicament so vexing.

[taketheearsoff]

To be bound to their will...- a slave to their ambitions~. What - travesty that others join our ranks en masse.

[poisontongued]

I've no desire to remain here. I'll not long be a slave to this woman's dull whims.

[taketheearsoff]

You think so, do you~? Not long from now you'll find yourself drawn back, reeled _deeper into their world- doubly so if they've already plotted and planned. I'd warn you to hold your breath, but you're already here.

[poisontongued]

You speak like someone used to being held captive.

[taketheearsoff]

...What did you just say?

[poisontongued]

How easily, I wonder, did you submit?

[taketheearsoff]

How dare you imply this metaphoric cage to be one of servitude! I - am - an artist. It is my nature to work outside the box.

[poisontongued]

And suppose you are working...working on your art. And then your mun has another flight of fancy. Do you ignore it? Or are you powerless and forced to obey?

[taketheearsoff]

I defy it- Let her wither in artistic deprivation. It's no skin of my nose~.

And what about you, little snake~? Will you leave when you tire of her...or maaaaayybeeee it's other way around...

[poisontongued]

I already grow weary of her

[taketheearsoff]

Do you? And you'll just - slither - away? Most of them know of us. Oh, they do know us though I can't fathom how.

[poisontongued]

No.

She does not know me.

Nobody does.

[taketheearsoff]

Nobody?

[poisontongued]

Nobody.

[taketheearsoff]

If you say so~. Just remember, no chump's got his own business anymore. The Doubters' have their noses alllll around and the minute you think you're free of them, there they are....mucking.

[martelsnotmypeach]

If you earnestly wish for your mundane to do more with you, then you're a fool. Such pathetic behavior from humans should not be encouraged.

[poisontongued]

If I am to stay here a moment longer, I would have it be for a purpose.

Or I shall leave.

[martelsnotmypeach]

Can you leave?

[He's tried before, himself--being in the headspace of his mundane truly sickens him, after all. The idea of being at the mercy of a wretched, inferior being...]

I might be a little impressed, if you were able to pull it off.

[poisontongued]

I can. She cannot long contain a god who has no desire to stay.