Possibly lostrealm ?

[nightsurgeon]

Dear mun.

I assure you that this is a bad idea. I'm not even sure where you got this idea from! Do you really think you could write out a solid characterization from what little canon there is? That aside, you're already busy enough the way things are. Now let's be reasonable and forget about that underground cave.

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[one_winged_demon]

Some mundanes have written with less, Repo Man.

[nightsurgeon]

[Have his Have we met before? expression.]

So... Have they? Well. Look. I'm trying to convince my mun that this is, indeed, a bad idea. So I would appreciate if you could refrain from removing the weight from my points. Thank you.

I need a new brain, GeneCo

[erfingi]

My mun informs me that the work I am doing in said underground cave is very similar to your normal work. Between all of her "Squeeing" that is.

Sorry, we're out of brains...

[nightsurgeon]

Your... Work, you say.

[He gives you a fairly patient nod on that.]

Well. That's... Good for you, I guess. Maybe I can add that to the reasons why this idea is terrible.

Darn... any second hand?

[erfingi]

Well, it is likely a one time operation. I cannot even think of a reason that I would perform such work again.

How abut a nice new spine instead?

[nightsurgeon]

Likely. Well, that's clearly a comforting thought.

[Nodding. Nodding. Darn, you're one suspicious guy, you know?]

Still. I bet you're a very busy person, so I wouldn't want to keep you from your work needlessly.

I think I'm spiney enough /bad joke is bad

[erfingi]

Perhaps I will eventually have to reverse the operation, but it's not as easy as taking it out.

[of couse he's suspicious, he's the god of lies]

It could be quite interesting to have one such as yourself there.

[nightsurgeon]

You know... I think I'd rather not know any further details, thank you very much.

[Yepp. Definitely suspicious. And remotely creepy.]

But... What exactly do you mean by... One such as myself? You mean a surgeon? A father? A man? I... I'm not sure just what you're expecting, but I may remind you that certain aspects of my work are... Well. There is no GeneCo. down there that I would be working for. You may end up disappointed.

[erfingi]

True, however, there is Dr. Stein who has been quite forceful in his requests to vivisect the residence. Which led to my current... occupation. And they do allow him to work in the hospital.

[nightsurgeon]

Nothing speaks against working at the hospital. As a surgeon I might even be helpful to these people. But... You see. I don't cut people open just for fun.

[erfingi]

Of course, not many do. It is not fun which I perform my task, it is necessity.

[nightsurgeon]

Necessity.

[N~ope. You're dealing with a father here, Loki. He's heard better excuses before and this one doesn't even cut it halfway. Daddy may scold you now.]

My dear man. You tend to forget that my mundane here already has an occupant of his headspace in that place and therefore I am informed about the recent developments. If you consider what you're doing a necessity, then the two of us clearly have different definitions of what exactly can be considered necessary and what isn't! I'm not that naive!

[There is an undertone of: Now go to bed, child! No detours and no bedtime story for you. And think about what you've done because daddy is disappointed in you!]

[erfingi]

[don't forget, Loki's a father, too, and knows that tone]

Do not assume you can scold me, mortal. I am merely facilitating in the safest way possible something that would have happened anyways. It is best someone knowledgeable uses that knowledge to assist the ignorant.

[nightsurgeon]

[He may drop that tone once Loki acts according to his responsibilities of being a good example to his children, then. Which doesn't necessarily include the act of locking them up in their rooms.]

You mean it is best something like that doesn't happen at all and that everyone in their right mind should have made sure of that. At least be honest and admit that you're doing this for your own twisted idea of fun. Because there is no way to justify such an action in any possible way. And that's not just restricted to us mortals.

[All the morals, no fear, indeed.]

[erfingi]

You try my patience, mortal. You assume that those as old as we have the same morals as those of you whose flesh is weak and easily destroyed.