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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[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?