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dear_mun2012-08-08 09:16 pm
bartyofuruk) wrote in dear_mun2012-08-08 09:16 pm
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I recently rediscovered my Amulet of Samarkand. This happened.
Aw, c'mon. You just found the first book again and already you're just dying to play me? No offense, but I don't think you can handle it.1 You've dropped the ball so many other places it's not even worth it. And you're not even sure if you've got my muse down right. Remember your problems with playing men? Although I suppose I'm not a man, strictly speaking...
Plus, think about it. In half the places you could play me at, you're talking about getting rid of most of my considerable power. Like that's going to be any fun.2 You're not even sure what you're going to do for icons and that rubbish. Don't stress yourself, eh? Why don't you just sit down, relax, make yourself a nice hot cup of tea and go back to muses a bit less pressuring?
Here. I'll warm up the kettle.
If you'll shut the door after me on the way out -
No? Well. I didn't really think that would work, anyway.
1 - Am I being a bit harsh? Maybe. But remember that this woman's got me trapped in her head. A little more confining than your standard pentacle.
2 - Well, maybe it is for her. What magicians do for fun nowadays I've no clue.
Oops. Sorry. Mun. Always get those terms mixed up in this headspace sort of thing I'm in. Not too unpleasant, considering. Quite nebulous, very Other-Place-y. You've quite an amount of charming muses here.
You can see in the bleeding footnotes?
Plus, think about it. In half the places you could play me at, you're talking about getting rid of most of my considerable power. Like that's going to be any fun.2 You're not even sure what you're going to do for icons and that rubbish. Don't stress yourself, eh? Why don't you just sit down, relax, make yourself a nice hot cup of tea and go back to muses a bit less pressuring?
Here. I'll warm up the kettle.
If you'll shut the door after me on the way out -
No? Well. I didn't really think that would work, anyway.
1 - Am I being a bit harsh? Maybe. But remember that this woman's got me trapped in her head. A little more confining than your standard pentacle.
2 - Well, maybe it is for her. What magicians do for fun nowadays I've no clue.
Oops. Sorry. Mun. Always get those terms mixed up in this headspace sort of thing I'm in. Not too unpleasant, considering. Quite nebulous, very Other-Place-y. You've quite an amount of charming muses here.
/SCREAMING
... Bartimaeus?
/DEFENESTRATES SELF?
To what am I owed the pleasure?
I KNOW WE ONLY JUST MET BUT ILUUUUU
[There's a tiny part of him that's disappointed, but a greater part, the part that knows better, is relieved.
If Bartimaeus doesn't recognize him, he won't know his real name.]
Never mind.
[Nathaniel straightens, composure drawn up once again.]
It's nothing.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT MY FEELINGS SHOULD BE! I LOVE YOU TOO!!?
[ In gargoyle form
because his mun is having the worst time finding a Ptolemy face. Barty's just going to casually stretch his wings a little. ]So don't tell me you're going to take advantage, get me back on the old labor train? My essence aches enough just being here. You're going to put a crick in it.
UHHH JUST GO WITH IT ...? <3?
[Oh.
Nathaniel blinks, even winces at the oh-so-irritating nickname.
Then he swallows.]
No, not here.
Depending on your mun, it might or might not be fortunate that you've come on your mun's own volition this time.