Someone is a bit cantankerous about getting dusted off.

[god_of_tricks]

So, you magically remembered you have me gathering dust in your headspace. How delightful for me. Who doesn't wish to see their characterization derailed by the ineptitude of a typist such as yourself?

You have no idea what you are getting yourself into. But hear me well mortal, if you turn me into some simpering, whiny 'manchild' I will haunt your every dream and thought until they cart you off to the insane asylum. That shall be my gift to you, insect. So mark my words well and do not think to treat me as poorly as you do the others rambling around in that vacant space you call a brain. I shall be watching you closely, typist. Do not test my very infinitesimal patience.

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[likeamonster]

Call me crazy, mate, but I think you haunting them so intensely is more of a reward than threat.

[god_of_tricks]

[There was the barest hint of a smirk pulling at the trickster's mouth.] Not when I'm done with them will it be particularly rewarding. I do not reward failure after all.

[likeamonster]

[A shrug from the soldier. You don't scare him yet, Asgardian.] Right. That's a good policy. You do realize you're powerless in this little partnership, right?

[god_of_tricks]

You may think you are powerless at the hands of your typist but I'm not. [He said, the superiority unmasked in his tone.] You simply need to know how to...talk to them is all. They are just weak-willed humans in the end, they will yield.

[likeamonster]

You can talk their ear off. They might even listen. But until they actually do something with you, it's all a waste. Their wills have got nothing to do with it.

[compromisedarrow]

['scuse him, just smirking over here.]