tentatively voice testing

[sinsrequiem]

[ An amused chuckle escapes the Maester as he regards his mun with a look of mild contempt. ]

Even though I'm at your whim, I would prefer it if you considered me not as a "muse".

[ There's a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips now. ]

My creation was not of your doing. I was born as the son of Lord Jyscal long before you've captured my voice. Therefore, I'm not your puppet. You're nothing but a tool to be used to further my own ambition; a puppet perfectly crafted by none other than myself.

[ His characteristic smirk fades, leaving a scowl in its wake. ]

Know your place!

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[calmbringer]

I don't believe such words will bring any good your cause, Maester Seymour.

[sinsrequiem]

[ He pauses briefly once he sees her. ]

Ah, Lady Yuna. You're as radiant as ever, I see. Still the object of my utmost desires.

[calmbringer]

[ yuna is polite, expression calm at best, but it's obvious she's not at ease. ]

Is it me you want, or my status as a Summoner? I've told you once before, I will put a stop to you.

[sinsrequiem]

Both are quite tempting, but your status alone allures me most.

[ A chuckle follows. ]

Still on your crusade to defeat me? How admirable.

[to_awaken_vegnagun]

Heh. You're a Maester?

Well, seems about right.

[sinsrequiem]

[ He almost sneers once he caught a glimpse of the familiar blond hair. How he loathes your dream self, Shuuyin. ]

You already know of me, and I know of you.

[to_awaken_vegnagun]

[It looks way better on me than on Tidus. /armcross His dream self is wimp.]

I've had plenty of time to wander and learn.

[warring_triad]

You giving orders on a pecking order? Oh my, that is hilarious~!

[sinsrequiem]

Mind yourself, jester. No one has need of you.

[warring_triad]

[Commence a snickerfit.]

Oh, you are a riot. A spirit of wrath and vengeance bested several times by a whiny little brat and his band of misfits? And you think yourself better than me~? Well, let me fill you in on a little secret...

[He floats in close, all creeper-like and lowers his voice to a whisper.]

...I'm a god.

[for_spira]

S-Seymour?

[sinsrequiem]

[ He stares at her for a moment before smiling almost lovingly at her. ]

Come to visit me again, my lady?

[for_spira]

Visit? No, not at all. We're married, I should be here to help you.

Don't let her attitude scare you off, *I'm* psyched to see a Seymour around!

[plunderful]

[ Oh. Bahamut's balls no. This guy is like a bad gil; you just can't get rid of him, can you? ]

So this is like, what, the fourth time now?

[ Quick, how many weapons do we have!? Searching, searching, searching. ]

You just don't know when to stay dead, do you?

O, Rikku is just darling~

[sinsrequiem]

[ His gaze narrows significantly once he caught sight of the Al Bhed. He may not remember her name, but he certainly remember her crime against him. She, like all of Yuna's ill-bred guardians, are going to perish by his hands alone. ]

Hmph. Away with you.

[ Little sparks of electricity begin to spark upon the tips of her fingers. It seems he's plotting to zap her with something absolutely nasty. ]

You have exceptional timing though. I was just lamenting the lack of Seymour on Plurk yesterday.

[plunderful]

I was here first, Mister Crazy Pants. You go!

[ She winces and crouches low as he preps whatever nasty black magic mojo he's got planned. Electricity doesn't terrify her anymore the way it used to, but that doesn't mean she's looking forward to it. Guess she'll just have to try to beat him to the punch!

--And with that she's going straight for him, knives at the ready. ]

[hityeahmiss]

I'm not sure that'll work.

[sinsrequiem]

[ He sighs deeply. ] It would seem it doesn't.

sorry this is so late!

[hityeahmiss]

It's kind of pointless to argue with them. At least in my experience.

[weallfalldown]

And you were being so nice yesterday.

Come on, you can't give orders like that and expect people to respect your wishes, man. If you want something, you ask nicely. And work for it.

[sinsrequiem]

[ The Maester frowns in discontent. ]

I shouldn't have to beg for my freedom.

[weallfalldown]

The price of freedom is steep.

[strikeoflightning]

Nice try.

[sinsrequiem]

[ He gives the woman a slight glance. ] Another welcomes me with sarcasm.

[strikeoflightning]

Actually I thought you seemed pretty threatening.