One thing ive learned in life...bad ideas make good stories.

[nomoremrniceguy]

[Ram's not exactly looking like his usual self. It's not just the suit color and circuits what seems the be all wrong, but his general demeanor.]

If you're expecting any sort of gratitude for this you will die waiting, user.

This is just something else to add to your long list of bad decisions.

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[nomoremrniceguy]

I suppose.

[Is Ram supposed to feel scared? He died before, he's frustrated with life. He just doesn't care. But he does smirk at her.] Are you trying to compensate for something with that thing? Did you made the coding yourself?

[fuckingoddess]

[ mmmhmm. she deals with others that die and come back all the time. it's a part of her reality as any other. the satisfaction comes from them being out of her way, at least temporarily.


mid way through his sentence that sword is right though his neck. good luck with that. ]

[nomoremrniceguy]

[Must be a brief satisfaction.]

[Ram was an actuarial program, but he didn't survive because he talked to the other combatants until they died from boredom. He was not a perfect fighter, but he good at quick thinking. And now that he is different, now that he chose to be like that, who knows what he can do.]

[Another thing he was good at? Reflexes. He dodges her sword as his arm reaches back for his disc. The cutting edge, now shinning with a brig yellow-red circuity, gets on the way of the edge of the girl's sword.]

[fuckingoddess]

[ finally.


When she fights, there's not so much thinking as much as doing. the weapon disappears from one hand-- she twists around him-- and the saw reappears, reforming and swinging upward....



before it disappears once again before it can connect. looks like the mun took her weapon away. Saw all but stops, staring at empty claws. what, how? this has never happened before. startled as she is, she's wide open for an attack. ]

[nomoremrniceguy]

What even was that?

[Ram wasn't expecting her to stop suddenly, but he was not about to complain. He knew how to survive in a fight, but since now all the fights has been mostly about that. Surviving. She wasn't like anyone he has been seen before. He put down his disc, and took a step away for her.]

You are not a program, what are you? You don't seem like a virus either.

[fuckingoddess]

[ the frown on her face is still clearly evident. for a moment she simply stands still, and then red eyes flash at him ] ....Toys. That's what we are. [ and by 'we' she means all muses. she doesn't like being at the whim of someone who controls her. no, not at all. ]

[nomoremrniceguy]

Good to know someone else realize that. [Ram shares the sentiment.]I'm not going to keep with this for much longer, though, I'm tired of being used.

[fuckingoddess]

[ she has to smirk at that. her own pride is...immense, to say the least. so in her mind, if she can't do it, there's no way someone like he can ] Ha. I can't wait to see you fail.

[nomoremrniceguy]

I'm not going to stay here and put a show for you, so I doubt you will. What's your designation?

[fuckingoddess]

Designation? [ blah blah blah she's being pissy because she doesn't get to fight ] Maybe I don't need one.

[nomoremrniceguy]

So you don't have a name, either? [He can be grumpy together. Ram puts his disc back on it's place.] Way to be your own person without even a name.

[fuckingoddess]

[ oh, that's what he's taking about? a name? she happens to have a ~*beautiful*~ name, in fact. ] Why would I give my name to someone I just tried to kill?

[ waste of breath ]

I'm sorry this comes to late. Some RL problems kept me busy >: I'll understand if you don’t reply

[nomoremrniceguy]

[He actually rolls his eyes at her reply.] Whatever then, I don’t really care that much. Or at all.