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!

Comments

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. ]

Fashionably late~

[sinsrequiem]

Such pettiness.

[ At first, he was going to hold back from actually maiming the girl with this spell but now forget about it. If the Al Bhed wants to fight, then so be it.

Literally seconds before she could strike, Seymour's unleashed his fury in the form of a Thundaga spell. It would seem that not even death can weaken his magic because now the blond finds herself enveloped by bolts of white lightning. The spell lets out a large "bang" as it's cast, already ringing his eardrums. ]

You could have walked away, but instead you chose death.

not as late as me >_>;

[plunderful]

[ The lightning hits, and it hurts. But she's not the little girl she was the last time she met him. Two years have passed, and she's survived both Sin and Vegnagun. She picks herself up off the ground and uses a hi-potion and seems to recover. ]

You keep saying that, but I'm the only one of us that's got a pulse still, buddy. And I'll tell you something…

[ She wipes at the bridge of her nose, like she's got an itch, and with the other hand she reaches into her bag, activates her dressphere, and switches to her own black mage class. ]

I've got a whole new bag of tricks to deal with your sorry butt. So why don't you save us both some time and take yourself back where you belong?

Haha! I swore I scared you off

[sinsrequiem]

[ She recovered a little too quickly for his own liking. The last time he battled this child, she was scared and meek. Now the Al Bhed seemed completely different from her former self, all except for her extremely cocky attitude. ]

My death will be avenged!

[ Not quite certain what to think of that fancy dress change of hers, ( wow, she's a magical girl now. ) Seymour prepares himself for what may become a rather interesting battle. ]

Humor me no more, child. You will soon find yourself joining the lament of the dead.

It'll take a lot more than that to scare me off. I'm just painfully slow!

[plunderful]

Vengeance, smegeance! Sin's dead. Isn't that enough? Let it go.

[ A magical girl with only slightly less costume changes than Card Captor Sakura no less! She swings her wand, preparing a spell of her own. ]

That's the difference between you and me, though. I'm not going to live or die in regret!

[ Hopefully not today, either. ]