New muse, voicetesting and considering games

[toughluck]

Just what're you playin' at, summoner? You think I don't have enough on my plate already trackin' down that backstabbin' two-bit swindler and gettin' pulled for matches left and right that you want me in some place around here? You sure got some nerve.

[Graves rests Destiny on his shoulder and crosses his arms with a sigh.]

All right, fine. Might as well hear the proposition.

…

You try puttin' me in that tower and slappin' a collar on me, you're gonna have yourself a whole world of hurt. Cages and me, we don't mix.

[He pats the stock of his gun.]

Give it another shot.

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[nofightingdestiny]

Well, well. Fancy seein' you out here, Malcom.

[Fate's ever so smug, even without a same-team enchantment covering his ass in the event he draws Grves' ire. He's dumb lucky prone to bad decisions cocky like that.]

[toughluck]

[Graves has nothing to say to Fate that doesn't involve gloating after he's destroyed Fate's life. Which comes right before putting two rounds in the son of a bitch's skull.]

[Fate can probably still hear his blood boiling.]

[nofightingdestiny]

[Oh yeah, he hears it, in a manner of speaking. He just can't help needling the gunner, though. He at least can recognize how bad an idea it is, though. Never get into a situation one can't Gate out of, after all.]

What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?

[toughluck]

[Death. Glare.]

[nofightingdestiny]

I'll take that as a yes, then.

[One of these days, he'll learn to not poke the things that want to kill him. He'll probably be dead when he learns, but...]

[toughluck]

The only reason you're not spittin' out teeth right now is I don't feel like puttin' down the gun long enough to punch ya.

[And, frankly, he doesn't want to give Fate the satisfaction.]

[nofightingdestiny]

[That gets a chuckle and a shrug out of Fate.]

Well, once again, seems like Destiny's on my side. Funny how that keeps working out, eh?

[si_widowmaker]

You do look like you'd be more fun on your feet.

[Evelynn doesn't so much appear out of the shadows as make people aware she's been standing over here this entire time.]

[toughluck]

[Graves just sort of glances sidelong at Evelynn. He doesn't startle; that's something wet-behind-the-ears kids like Ezreal do.]

Eve.

[She was smart enough to drop Fate like a hot potato, so that makes her tolerable in Graves' book.]

[si_widowmaker]

Graves.

[It says something that Fate wasn't smart enough to drop her like a hot potato.]

We should play sometime.

[toughluck]

'Fraid I'll have to pass you up on that one. I ain't got time for games.

[si_widowmaker]

You ought to make time, Graves. Killing's not nearly as fun when it's all that you have.

[toughluck]

[Given that killing's all he's really got these days, he doesn't have much of an answer for her.

He just shrugs.]

[si_widowmaker]

[Killing should be fun, not a burden.]

Make a bet with me.

[toughluck]

[It's fun with moving targets!]

Come again?

[si_widowmaker]

I know you know the words. Make a bet with me.

[toughluck]

Those are some dangerous words, lady. Watch your step.

[He's still listening.]

[si_widowmaker]

That's what I'm hoping.

[She smiles.]

You have a match coming up this week, yes? So do I. So does Fate. I bet I'll get more kills on him than you will.

[toughluck]

[That gets a slow, murderous smirk from him.]

You're on.

Laaaaate omg ;~;

[sinister_blade]

That's some dictionary there. Not going to help though.

Threats and muns don't mix either.