Voice-testing, old but new muse

[invinciblegentleman]

I'm aware you think you're so damned funny for making this journal for me on that day, of all days, but don't think I'm cooperating now for your sake! I certainly have not forgotten what a completely asinine decision that was and I don't intend to play nice with you, in case you thought otherwise, no matter how much attention you promise to devote to me. I don't need you, you sodding idiot. There is a good reason you couldn't muster so much as a couple sparse words from me sooner. Your timing at the moment is far from any better and I think you know that very well.

Yes, yes, I understand your renewed interest. A-And I suppose I can appreciate the shared experience we have there. But don't think that'll convince me to let you get away with doing such a shoddy job at this mun business! You couldn't even be arsed to fill up the whole fifteen spaces you have here for my icons before shoving me into this! You're lucky I've been kind enough to stop punishing you for that bloody "creation date" long enough to talk to you like this. With how poorly this new endeavour of yours is shaping up so far, I give it a week. And that's being generous!

Oh, stop fretting already. There's nothing you can do but be patient and since you already know what the answer is going to be anyway, I see little point in wasting precious time agonising over what has been said and done a dozen times over. Take my advice: move on. Let it happen. I realize how you must feel... That is, n-not that I-I've ever been genuinely lonely or... er, emotionally crippled because of what... others have done, but yes... yes, I know.

Really, you're being ridiculous. Put it out of mind, dear, and you'll feel better sooner. Believe me. I know.

F-Fine. You can set aside the work you owe me until tomorrow. But only until tomorrow, got that? Not a second later or I swear, woman, you'll... you'll surely regret it!

Comments

[jipangu]

England-san, are you sure it is wise to speak to your mun in such a way?

[invinciblegentleman]

She's American. Why wouldn't it be?

[jipangu]

She could easily decide allowing you to speak here isn't worth her time, so perhaps you should be more cautious with your tone...

It would be a shame if she decided as such, after all.

[invinciblegentleman]

She wouldn't dare. She needs me right now. I believe I'm quite safe, Japan, but thank you for your concern.

[jipangu]

If you're sure, then... and, my regards to your mun.

[invinciblegentleman]

I am. Don't worry. She could use a little discipline every now and then.

[ Sorry, Japan. He still doesn't know how to accept kindness very well. ]

I'll... tell her for you. Though it's far more than she deserves!

[puppy_lancer]

Wow, Saber. Leave it to you to turn shit that can be said in two sentences into a fucking essay.

[Since Saber and England are both blonde, green-eyed Arthurs, Lancer has trouble telling them apart.]

[invinciblegentleman]

I beg your pardon?!

[ He's got no idea who Saber and Lancer are, of course. It probably doesn't help that the mun is pretty canon blind. ]

[puppy_lancer]

What? You want me to write a speech on it too? Then, here we go.

My good man, you are too well gifted with your words. Gems drip from your most noble of mouths. What can be sentences, you expand into great speeches. It wears fiercely upon my ears and drives me to a great rage.

You fucking happy now?

[invinciblegentleman]

...That was horrid. Your use of my language is very offensive.

[puppy_lancer]

I was only doing the same thing that you were doing!

[And he was only using old Gaelic figures of speech. Excuse him if they didn't translated correctly into English. Though Arthur, being King of the Britons, should understand better.]

[invinciblegentleman]

[ Well, England and his siblings have never really gotten along, so that too may have something to do with it.

In any case, he ignores the whole speech thing and cuts straight to the point here. ]

Who are you? And just who the hell is Saber? My name is England.

[puppy_lancer]

What the hell do you mean why the hell is Saber? You're...

[A pause.]

...Wait a second, you're alive, right?

[If he was alive, then it would explain why he didn't remember Lancer. As Heroic Spirits, they lived in different times. They first met during the Grail War, which was in the modern day. Therefore, Saber in his lifetime would have no memories of ever meeting Lancer.]

[invinciblegentleman]

[ Ohhh! Well, there goes any hope of getting this mess straightened out. ]

Of course I'm bloody well alive! I have been for centuries! I'm telling you I'm not this Saber of yours! I understand most humans don't remember we nations exist this way, but surely you can grasp the concept that you may be mistaking me for someone else entirely.

[buttertroll]

You should mind your words when you're talking to your mun

[invinciblegentleman]

I'll mind nothing. She'll get the respect she's due as a mun once she actually earns it! That's more than fair.

[buttertroll]

Ja. Give respect to those whom respect is due.

But aren't you afraid that she might force you to do things that you'd normally not do? While she hasn't earned your respect.

[invinciblegentleman]

W-Well...

[ A little bit, yes. ]

No, of course not! Anything she can throw at me, I will endure. I'm not afraid of a little girl.

[ayebrows]

Christ, ye like ta bore ye mun, bruv.

[He does give a small chuckle at the threat England pads on the end, there.]

I'd give 'er a break. She has to deal with ye in her headspace now, after all. Punishmen' enough.

[invinciblegentleman]

I've been here for months. I just didn't see fit to allow her to bully me about. The lot of you are troublesome enough at home. I don't exactly need to see you more often than I already do, twit.

[ayebrows]

An' we were all more the 'appy for it an' all.

S'pose that'll change if ye've decided to come out ye hidin' hole, though, eh?

Cough, cough... All this lung cancer up in here.

[invinciblegentleman]

It was boring. It's not as though I did it for her sanity. I couldn't care less if she had an outlet for her... antisocial tendencies. In fact, it's absolutely rude of her to refer to me as that! I'm extremely social.

So unhealthy, gosh. /pats back

[ayebrows]

[Scotland snorts, shaking his head.]

Social, aye. That what ye callin' yerself? If ye started talkin' after ye mun was feelin' antisocial... well, that ain't surprisin'.

Smoking is bad for you, guys.

[invinciblegentleman]

Oh, and what would you know about being personable... Most people don't find immediately being molested on sight very kind and that's the only way your friend the snail-sucking frog knows how to say hello.

Seriously. -_-

[ayebrows]

Know a bit more 'bout it than ye do, I reckon. An' I'd rather a mate tha's mebbe... too social like Francis, than one as stuck in the mud as ye are, bruv.