dear_mun | (no subject)

And do you handle all things with this level of subtlety and grace, or was this a particularly bad slighting?

I handle most things that way, yes.

[...You must be a joy at parties.]

Leading me to wonder what the point of threatening is, should all missteps receive the same punishment, in the end.

It's not a threat. It's a promise.

Mm, perhaps, but you're still misunderstanding me. It's a promise that fails to be a threat. You're predictable.

Almost a shame, really.

How would you know? You've never even met me before.

Would you like to be killed, then? That would prove I'm a threat at least.

Not particularly, no. No offense meant, mind you; I'm just rather partial to the idea of remaining alive, at least for the time being.

However, I do appreciate the fact that you did me the basic courtesy of asking; rather rude to do otherwise in the middle of a generally civil conversation.

[So much kittyface, you. So much. You're almost endearing.]

And you'll find that I don't have to know you to know a genuine threat when I see one. If you kill me, you'll have proven that you can kill what is, as far as you know, an unarmed man. Something that can be accomplished by a sufficiently steep flight of stairs. Either way, it still fails to prove whatever point you're trying to make.

I'm not really trying to make any point, I just like to kill thngs.

So you just tried to convince me that you're a threat - in other words, tried to make a point - while not trying to make any point.

I'll keep that in mind.

*He grins.* You have to be saner than I am to worry about little things like logic.

Somehow, I doubt it's a matter of sanity at this point.

Well yes, I'm also much smarter than you are.

Not quite what I was getting at, no.

I do like to blither sometimes.

Which is generally an act attributed to idiots; you're getting closer. Good for you.

Or to madmen.

*And here, have a random energy bolt! He's nuts, he doesn't need a reason.*

[Honey, if you think he hasn't learned to deal with these things, you really are deserving of the "idiot" title; that'll just earn you a rather darkly amused look and crackling red energy between his hands, visible for the briefest of moments before a whip of energy is sent out, detonating on contact with that bolt you've sent out there.

The explosion it creates is rather lovely, really. Beautiful sound. Loud as hell.]

I wouldn't suggest playing that game with me, you know.

Ooh, nice! *Try the laser? No, too similar. Shrink ray might work . . .*

[Try anything and he'll start actually aiming to kill. Canonly, he's a destroyer of cities; he doesn't have to aim particularly well.]

I'll take the compliment. Are you quite finished?

*The Master has destroyed worlds. Not with his own hands, no, but you never know what might be in his pockets.*

If you stop being pointlessly insulting, sure. It's hardly my fault I'm a lunatic, after all.

[Cute! Are we done with the "Mine's bigger" aspect of this, or...?]

Oh, I hardly blame you for being a lunatic; I doubt I'm in much position to fault anyone for that.

No? Oh, do tell.

Of what interest is it to you?

It's always good to know that I'm not the only lunatic around.

I wouldn't consider myself a lunatic - at least not by your standards, as apparently you believe that makes you exempt from logic, reason, and any and all common sense. However, I believe the world would consider me such, by their definition; I've been called something similar on many occasions.

I'm a megalomaniac, I consider myself exempt from everything that causes me problems.

Why?

And if things like that cause you problems, then I suppose you're more worthy of pity or anything; perhaps it's fortunate that I don't feel like offering such things today.

[Or, you know. Ever. But that's beside the point.]

As for the question of "why" - I'm assuming you're referring to why I'm called that - again, of what interest is it to you?

You mean unfortunate, possibly. And you try thinking straight with this noise in your head!

I'm always curious.

Noise?

[okay wait hang on who said what about noise

going to elaborate or is he going to have to pry?]

War drums in my head. They're so loud that it hurts to think straight most of the time, and the only thing that quiets them is murder.

They started when I was eight years old, and I'm in my thousands now. So a lot of what I do doesn't make sense.

Rather horrible thing to do to a little kid, yeah? And yes, it was done to me on purpose.

Personally? I would welcome that sort of thing. But to each their own, I suppose.

[...yeah, um, you're talking to someone who finds the idea of being surrounded by the screams of the damned for eternity comforting, as well as one who gets off on painfully loud and generally horrible noises overall. So he's not exactly going to be too sympathetic to homicide-inducing tinnitus, or whatever this...is.]

Wait until you can no longer think and everything hurts before you say that. Wait until you have to force your thoughts past the war drums and everyone you've ever loved is dead or worse by your hand because it's the only thing that lets you focus.

I've been faced with the prospect of something similar, believe me - I've been put into a situation that most would see as torturous, where hundreds of people have lost their minds and all sense of self, all of that. I still see no reason to concede your point.

As for my supposed loved ones, I can't say I keep any. It's never been anything that interests me.

It's a miracle, someone even more psychopathic than I am.

Perhaps. Whether you take comfort or a sense of competition from that realization is of very little consequence to me.

How about both?

You're more than welcome to do that, though you'll just be wasting your time with the latter; I have no interest in finding rivals at the moment. I have far more important things to do with my time.

[Admittedly, given his canon point and current game he's in, those far more important things include "being dead" or "raising lots of Pokémon", because his mun thought it would be amusing to put him in Route. But that is neither here nor there.]

Of course you do. So do I, really.

*'Being frozen in time' or 'wandering around eating people who annoy him and innocently terrorizing the people he likes,' respectively.*

[It could be worse. Although you might want to get that cannibalism thing looked at; as little as he really cares, he'd imagine that unless you're feasting on Olympic athletes, humans would make really, really bad livestock.]

Such as threatening whomever you were addressing at the beginning of this little encounter, I imagine. I suppose I'll humor you and ask what on earth that was about.

The mun is just having a bad day.

Is that meant to be a threat?

Not to you, but yes.

Not very threatening, which isn't a shock. You're just a fleshbag, after all.

Hardly 'just,' clockwork.

I'm still not impressed.

Well I'm not impressed with you either, so we'll just have to live with it.