very old muse peeking out again

[agoodhalfman]

Oh, so. Now you're gonna get back to me? After all this time? You sure about this, love? You and me...we've been down this road. Found ourselves at a dead end before too long. Not so sure my heart can take it all again.

But...if you're insistin'...

No games this time! You hear me? I'm not gonna be dropped off in some crazy place that I can't get out of. Don't bring the D word into this, it's not gonna help you.

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[tact]

D as in 'dumbass'?

[agoodhalfman]

More like D as in debonair.

[tact]

[ cordelia takes a few seconds to wrinkle her nose, trying that word out for size. ] Debonair doesn't sound anything like you.

You sure you've got the right 'D' word?

[agoodhalfman]

Beats the D word I really meant.

[tact]

And that is?

[agoodhalfman]

Dead.

[tact]

And how is bringing in that word supposed to help the dumbass behind the keyboard out? Kind of does the opposite of favours.

[agoodhalfman]

Guess she figures if she mentions that I'll want to go to one of these places to be....move alive.

[tact]

Take it from someone who knows better, - [ which is her, by the way. and she really does try to keep her face neutral, but being dead sure does suck. definitely sucks when you're constantly reminded of it. ] - it doesn't help at all.

So, scratch that off your bucket list, gorgeous.

[agoodhalfman]

It's not on my bucket list, princess.

[he doesn't mean to remind her of it. hell, he doesn't even know about it.]

I'd rather be somewhere where I've got a bit more control.

[tact]

Getting the hell away from these dumbasses with the keyboards is one way to get that control.

[ so, running away from them is the way to go, in her opinion, and maybe if she stopped wearing really dumb shoes, she'd get to that destination sooner rather than never. speaking of hell ... ]

You ever been to Pylea?

[agoodhalfman]

If we did that....how would we talk?

No, never have. Where's that? Somewhere in Australia?

[tact]

We'd be able to talk without these dumbasses creepily breathing all over our conversation. [ watch as cordelia puffs out her chest and speaks proudly, with a bit of an ego: ] In Pylea, a hell dimension where I'm appreciated as their ruler. [ or ex-ruler. what really happens when one allows a country to turn to anarchy? ]

[agoodhalfman]

[he will just...raise a brow]

Cordy, is this a place in your imagination? Because those don't count.

[but...it does sound nice. especially the part in being trapped in another dimension with her]

And what would I do there while you rule?

[tact]

[ she arches an eyebrow. unlike doyle, she lives in the real world. ]

Be my right hand minion. I don't trust those red-skinned dumbasses as far as I can behead them.

[agoodhalfman]

A minion? A minion! I'm nobody's minion. Not even yours.

[tact]

Would you rather be an enemy of the dimension? [ that probably sounds more appetising than a minion, but she didn't mean it to mean anything bad! ] Ask Angel. He's got even more crap to brood over.

[agoodhalfman]

No, I don't want to be an enemy either.

[he's very confused and doesn't know why he can't be something fun. but anything's better than being dead, right?]

Oh, will Angel be with us?

[tact]

[ cordelia pauses, deflating. ] Not likely. Champ has other things to do with his time. You know what it's like to be the Powers' bitch.

[agoodhalfman]

Yeah, yeah I do. Alright, so me and you. In a hell dimension. Sounds like a plan.

[tact]

The best plan. [ two dead buddies, living it up in a hell dimension. sounds kind of grand, doesn't it? cordelia decides to not even bathe in how sad and happy she feels about that, disconnecting from one man to reunite with another. ] Don't ever go into public relations, Doyle. You kind of suck.

[fuckingvisions]

They be pretty nasty bout throwin' us in craziness, huh?

[agoodhalfman]

You could say that again.

[fuckingvisions]

Mine's got me in a few crazy places, the big one bein' A space prison barge.

[agoodhalfman]

Doesn't sound like much fun to me.

Though, mine has seen you around Chicago.