upon canon reviewing for tushanshu

[psychodeathfaerie]

I am glad thou art amused, child, for I will be taking repayment for this bit of mirth at my expense. "You can't knock it if it's true" does not diminish my displeasure. A deal was not discussed when the account was made, so the offer of a "game" in which to "play" is not proper compensation.

However, as you suggest, we may now enter into such an agreement. I do enjoy games. There is already much potential. A poetic boy, a former soldier, and my godson's dear apprentice. You would sacrifice them knowingly, my dear mundane, at the expense of others. Perhaps we will get along regardless of thy transgressions. We shall see.

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[windycitywizard]

Oh hell no. If you're so much as thinking of laying a finger on my apprentice again Lea, I will make this guy who's head I'm in put me in that game tonight.

[psychodeathfaerie]

It will be lovely to see you again, godson.

[windycitywizard]

I'd come up with a snappy line about you having a strange definition of "lovely" but I've realized lately that it's right up there with making snarky remarks about how wet water is.

Oh, could you tell your writer I love the user name though?

[psychodeathfaerie]

My writer is acutely aware of the reaction the journal name invokes. I will not be the messenger of such tidings.

Tell me, my godchild, in your continued absence, would you rather I not do as I am bound and keep a watchful eye on your young apprentice?

[windycitywizard]

You were better than nothing, I'll give you that. But at this point I'd just as soon keep Molls as far away from the Winter Court as possible.

I'll be there soon enough though, so don't go worrying yourself to death for her sake.

[psychodeathfaerie]

The young apprentice is present, and the 'master' arrives as well. This will be more fortunate a journey than I first anticipated.

[windycitywizard]

And what, pray tell do you think is going to be so fortunate about it?

[psychodeathfaerie]

Time will tell, godchild.

/ALL THE THREADJACKING don't hate me fox

[magicalpadawan]

Tony Stark is here.

[windycitywizard]

Oh man, the Tony Stark? You've got to introduce me. Maybe we can go out for a drink, you know, if he's not from one of the more alcoholic-y points in the comic.

[magicalpadawan]

I didn't really, um, ask. He offered me a job, though.

[windycitywizard]

That's still pretty cool-

...A job doing what?

[magicalpadawan]

I dunno, Stark stuff. I told him no, things would probably explode.

[windycitywizard]

...Yeah, probably. Not that I'll know when I get there, but you been taking care of yourself, grasshopper?

[As long as he wasn't asking her to be his personal assistant or something.]

[magicalpadawan]

As much as I can. [Which honestly isn't saying much, she's been keeping to herself for the most part, but -- at least she has a few people to keep an eye on her.]

[windycitywizard]

Good. Keep up the good work, and I hope to see you there soon, eh?

[magicalpadawan]

If she's coming, you better get here sooner rather than later, boss.

[windycitywizard]

Don't worry, my mun-guy-whatever doesn't want to see her get free reign of that place any more than we do, it seems.

[magicalpadawan]

Good. You might like this turtle place, it's kind of Terry Pratchett.

[windycitywizard]

Just as long as there's not any hungry luggage running around.

[magicalpadawan]

Not that I've seen, but there's a grumpy Emperor.