shaky voice test

[the_raven]

You're not my boss, but I'll give you one bit of advice, take it or leave it:

Don't decide on a muse because you feel guilty and that you've let someone down. It's the wrong mentality to go into it. If you want companionship, you have your other muses and even your friends outside of computer-land that you've been estranging yourself from.

...and your idea for a game sucks. Really.

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omg! i have an account for odin's ravens on lj, so clearly i have to reply. XD

[gamey]

You mean, make one of these for someone they really aren't that enamored with simply to satisfy what they assume others would like?

clearly you do! :3

[the_raven]

No, she likes me plenty. I think she only read the comics after a while because of me--can't imagine why. No, she's just feeling like she let a friend down because of issues, and wants to make up for it.

She needs a guy willing to step back anyway. Not like I can do much with the game she has proposed anyway.

If you're looking for raven icons, I could link you to their journal? :o

[gamey]

[It's because birds are awesome, duh.]

Ah, yes. There seems to be, as my mun put it, "a bias against talking animals" in many games. I suppose it's just because they're so overrun with those humans and their creations and many forms that the idea of an animal talking is ludicrous or some such.

I'll check back with ya if I have trouble then.

[the_raven]

That's probably true. My boss certainly has nothing against it, and neither does this mun who just found me. The game has..talking ponies that fly, talking lions, and a couple other talking birds anyway. So she says.

[-cough-] I like to think I'm a special case anyway. Not the standard talking animal variety, you see.

[gamey]

[...perhaps it's the same place Zazu is meant for. There can't be a lot of talking lions, right?

...or lots of certain talking lions. Right?]

I didn't know there was a standard when it came to talking animals.

[the_raven]

[Oh, it's those certain talking lions all right!]

...

I was a man once. Not a good man, but a man. When I died, I was given a choice, which is more than most people get.

I'm now Matthew the Raven, companion of the Lord of Dreams. I guess. Not Matthew Cable. I haven't been that man for a long time.

[gamey]

[Paixao?]

...oh. Well, yes, I suppose that's quite different that what seems to perceived as nothing more than "talking animals."

[the_raven]

[Luceti. Sorry.]

I'm nothing more than a raven now. Just a raven. It's completely different from what I thought...

I thought I'd be a man in a raven's body. Nope. Not so. We're basically the same now, even if our beginnings are different.

[gamey]

[So many lions running around, so few Majordomos...]

You mean, you're basically a raven now, as though you have always been one?

[the_raven]

More or less; my boss is very thorough about these things. I don't mind it, even if it gets me a few stares. Occasionally eating carcasses does that to a guy though. Or maybe it's the talking. I've been like this for five years..sometimes it feels like forever.

[gamey]

[Ewww carrion.]

Do you socialize with other ravens, then?

[Read: have you attempted murder?]

[the_raven]

[Don't knock it 'til you've tried it. Eyeballs are delicious!]

I said I was the raven, not a raven. My boss has a one raven kind of policy, and I'm just the latest of many. There's been at least...eleven and a half. So his sister says.

So, no. I don't get to socialize with other ravens often. I meet a lot of dreams. Even a few nightmares.

[gamey]

[He really has no room to talk considering some other African hornbills literally look like dinosaurs still flying about the land, and are some of the ugliest mofos in the animal kingdom.]

...so you're now the only raven on the entire planet?

[the_raven]

Not planet. By no means planet. My boss is the Lord of Dreams, remember? If you've imagined it, it exists in his realm. Books by authors that were never published exist in that library. I've spoken with Hippogriffs, Cain and Abel. Sometimes I stay with Eve in her cave.

...

Yes. That Eve.

[gamey]

[...]

I'm afraid I've never heard of any them, Matthew.

[the_raven]

Fiction. Myth. Dreams. My boss is the maker and unmaker of them.

[gamey]

Oh, no, no. I meant hippo-griffs, the...Eve?

[the_raven]

[He sighs as much as a raven can before explaining.] Hippogriffs are mythic beasts, part eagle and part horse. Eve...

She's the legendary mother of all humans.

[gamey]

[There are no missionaries in talking animal Africa, sorry Matthew.]

Ohhhhh...well, it sounds like you've had quite a few adventures, at least?

[the_raven]

[Does getting strangled by a nightmare that has teeth in place of eyes count?]

...yeah. I have. But, you've had a few too, right?

[guidingspirit]

Ugh, what is it with people's fascinations with messengers with black wings. [though Raine's amused really!]

[the_raven]

I...wouldn't have 'messenger' in my job title. I'm a companion. A hired friend to listen and provide a different viewpoint.

[guidingspirit]

No denying the black wings bit though.

[the_raven]

My boss is very fond of the color black. Must have something to do with being a broody Lord of Dreams, maker and unmaker of stories and nightmares.

[guidingspirit]

Sounds a lot like brother's boss. Though I have to admit at least his avatars like color. And have twisted humor.