voicetesting~

[thorofasgard]

Your intentions for me are not quite clear, Mun. I had rather hoped you would grant me a little more freedom instead of leaving me to fester in cramped headspace... though I hold no contempt for my fellow muses, it is clear that they are more popular with you than I. I am neither scientist or trainer of mysterious monsters, and whilst I do not particularly mind being a god amongst mortals, perhaps you can understand my... impatience. Banner cares not for your hesitations, contented as always to continue his science. He is no stranger to isolation, but I find it suits me ill. Stark comes and goes so often that it is no wonder you have left him alone too. But I stand here willing, waiting for the day you pluck me from this sad existence and give me a reason to be here... a day I fear may never come.

I do not ask for everything, dear Mun. My wish is certainly not to take you from anybody else, neither is it to be in the foreground of this strange little game you play. I merely ask for an existence worth more than this.

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[lokiofasgard]

I'd perhaps refrain from such sad prattling, Thor. You know not how very comfy I would be should my mun cast me off into desolate darkness in favour of her other pawns.

[ he laughs mirthlessly. ]

Then again, you and I... not very similar, are we now? [ and a smirk. ] Now if I were you, I'd be glad of the neglect. You know not of the horrendous things these mun types are capable of.

[thorofasgard]

Needless to say, a seat within the shadows where my voice goes all but unheard is not quite my idea of comfort, and I am surprised that you would find it preferable... even so, I imagine you would not go without a fight should your mun even attempt to cast you asunder, whether your pride will allow you admit it or not.

Perhaps you could lighten me a little as to such horrors, brother?

[lokiofasgard]

Well, why not? These muns, they are nigh tyrannical in nature. Completely heedless to one's thoughts, and so... rather unpleasant, actually. Who would want to abide by them, truly?

[ yet another humourless chortle. ] Ah, but I now recall to whom exactly I now speak. You would indeed pander to those things. You're like a lost puppy hankering for its neglectful master.

Oh I'd rather not, and I believe you'd benefit from not knowing... ah, she's probably teeming with terrible ideas as we speak.

[thorofasgard]

I resent such implications - I blindly follow no one, lust for nobody's reign upon my life... I simply wish for more than to be cast aside entirely. Though it is true that I rarely hear good things of muns, I cannot say for sure of my own. She is tentative, enough so that I dare say she would not tread murky waters with me. Perhaps this is but a blessing in disguise.

You have done many terrible things... what could your mun possibly have done that is rival to that? I'm almost certain nothing you can say will shock me at this point.

[lokiofasgard]

'tis indeed a blessing. My mun, running headlong, would throw me off a cliff if needed be. And instead of feeling sad, she'd be so very gleeful indeed. She is an odd one, but... not quite as trepid as yours. Ironic, to consider she's a quietly unconfident one.

Oh but it is so amusing to prey upon that. Sniping at the weak. So easy.

[ he folds his arms, quirking an eyebrow as he stares; almost balefully in ways. there's a silence clouding over him, and thoughts bubbling behind his eyes. should he mention? should he really go there? he brings a hand up from his their folded form, idly fidgeting between his slender fingers. ]

Is that so? I'm sure there are some things that would shock you... like, ah... perhaps fraternising with me. [ to begin with, he shrugs nonchalantly, pacing by him like it's nothing. ] Ah, but fraternising far too closely, all the wrong ways. All of the wrong and sick, sick ways. I could transcend this meagre amount of detail, but I wouldn't be too keen on mopping up your spew.