voice testing/torturing a new muse

[drsexymd]

[This song is playing over and over in the background. You're welcome.]

Someone help me.

It won't stop. I've been listening since she picked me up. At first I thought it was funny too but then it kept looping.

Is this for the Tuesday thing? Come on, Mun, you were laughing at that, I know you were - turn that song off, please, it stopped being funny a long time ago...

Dad - if by some minute snowball's chance you're actually still out there - I'm praying, right now. Ape-style. Get me out of here. This is unfair punishment!

[Disclaimer: not actually as distressed as he looks. As clued by the way he sits back after his little speech and begins unwrapping a boiled sweet.]

I could do better with my arms tied behind my back.

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[drsexymd]

[It appears to do nothing particularly threatening.

He picks up two pieces of pineapple on sticks and dips them under the chocolate fountain, then pops one in his mouth and holds one out.]

I'm on vacation. No poison. I swear.

[moondragon]

*Other than exist when it hadn't existed before.*

So, is this just creating things from nothing, or warping them from one location to another? Or something that I haven't considered?

*She accepts the pineapple piece, looking highly unsure about the flavors on her tongue.*

[drsexymd]

Aw, come on, I'm no petty thief. No fancy gala anywhere is missing their refreshments.

[He's starting to come to terms with the idea you're not from his universe, so maybe you don't know the lore he usually goes with. Still, he's interested to see what you'll come up with on your own.]

Which leads to an interesting question. How do you think I did that?

[moondragon]

So. You don't transport something from one area to another, which means that you have the power to create them. Whatever spirit you contain, it's one that can create matter from a thought. Isn't it?

*She peruses some of the items on the table, then pops a chocolate square into her mouth. She brings up a single finger as if to say "one moment" while it melts. Once it's swallowed, she speaks again.*

You go by the name "Loki" which is the Norse god of trickery. Either what you create is born fully from your mind, or, you give the illusion of creating matter, and even imbuing it with the traits it would have, to make the illusion feel real in every sense of the word.

Or, it has no merit at all, because it's a nickname that is meaningless in comparison to you.

*She grins at him.*

---So. How close am I?

[drsexymd]

[He watches you pick at the buffet table and grins a little wider the more you figure out.]

That's nearly a bingo! Good effort, Cain. You're pretty darn close by most people's standards. [He claps for your guesswork.] Buuut you're a little stuck on the who. Lucky for you, I'm on vacation from anywhere with anything or anyone trying to kick my ass, so for once I'm gonna go easy.

These past years I've been called the Trickster. A friendly little assorted pick-and-mix bag of gods know me as Loki. One time, I was an Italian pizza man. Here, I'm fine going by C-Cubed. Call it my personal brand of witness protection.

But they used to call me Gabriel, and if you breathe a word of it to anyone I know I'll put your organs somewhere the best GPS wouldn't help you find them. [He cheerfully scoops a handful of M&Ms out of a bowl and begins eating them one by one, and it doesn't look like he cares much for whatever your reaction will be.]

Oh, and the food is real. The market knockoff smoke-and-mirrors tactic is too cheap and tacky for my liking. Go big or go home. [He waggles his eyebrows at you.]

[moondragon]

...Gabriel, of the angels, hm?

*Well, it was all clicking into place now.*

For what reason would I say such things? Even if you didn't try to move my organs elsewhere, I obtain no advantage from that. Certainly not in my world.

...My name is Camilla, named after an ancient warrior of Rome, but people tend to mishear it as 'Camellia' and go on about flowers. And their properties in relation to women.

'Cain' is more intimidating and people hit on me less, and spout far fewer insults towards my gender, when they think I'm a guy.

Plus, how cool does it sound for 'Cain single-handedly lead the charge against alien invaders and completely fucked them six ways from Sunday'?

*She grins, plucking up more chocolate to savor.*

Damn. I'll be so happy once we win this war....

[drsexymd]

You're smart, for a human. You've got a good head on your shoulders. I can toast to that. [For lack of an actual drink, he picks a piece of candy out of his hand and holds it up before popping it into his mouth.]

And you're all mixed up in a war too - we have a lot in common, C-Squared. Of course, I don't tend to put myself anywhere near the front line like you do. Last time I did that, I got myself killed.

So like I said, I'm thinking of this as a vacation. I can run around all over the multiverse without getting my wings cut off and handed to me. Sounds like a good deal, so long as I don't end up in one of those places that puts a cap on my mojo.

But you're probably itching to get back to the rough-and-tumble, am I right?

[moondragon]

*She echoes the toast, then snorts at what he's called her.*

Well, my world's truthful part of the mythology is that in previous wars gone south, some gods and goddesses were slain, only to have their souls thrown upon the living.

So apparently, my soul once belonged to a goddess. I can walk between realms and worlds whenever I want now. And I heal pretty well, so that makes me perfect for the front lines with all the big boys. But I think that shape of mine looks more like a mixture between horror critter and monster-girl porn.

But well, I do have to go back at some point. Nasty aliens have the power to pretty much turn the mind and soul of a person into a husk. There's no cure for that, so it's kill or be assimilated. And then kill your friends if they wind up being taken.

*She kinda wants a drink right now.*

Currently, my mun in contemplating throwing out an intro post into some place called the_love_hotel. So far, I'm succeeding in dissuading her, though that doesn't keep her out of bakerstreet.

And here, of course.

[drsexymd]

Oooh. I thought there was something off about you.

Believe me, I've seen similar. Aliens? Thin on the ground where I come from. But, my world has its fair share of nasties, and they don't sound too different.

My mundane just whipped me up on a whim. Which I'd usually call a dumb move considering trying to control me is harder than trying to drive a truck with a pair of chopsticks, but hey, free pass out of being dead. I'm calling it an improvement to my situation.

Except now she's looking at all sorts of places and an old friend showed up to invite me to the party and now my mundane is all mixed up about what she wants to do with me. [He crunches another piece of candy and raises his eyebrows.] Mortals.

[moondragon]

...I came into being because my mun wanted to play a tentacle monster in that hotel.

*Let that sink in for a bit.*

And then she had a dream that she couldn't let go. Voila. Brain baby. But don't diss on mortals just yet. I probably still am, so then you're lumping me in with them and I could kick you for that.

...My mun just offered that we should hang out more. I... honestly don't know what's going through her head. But you don't seem like a bad guy. Just don't try to re-arrange my organs. I'd hate to drop a tentative friendship.

[drsexymd]

[He pauses to consider it, and makes a 'fair enough' sort of face.] Well, that's one way of spicing things up.

Eh, potato, potato. My angel vision's on the fritz here, don't blame me for calling it like I see it.

Normally, I'd say that's a bad idea. I don't make a habit of keeping any contacts. Groups tend to get tracked down and splattered across several continents. But - I died and wound up in the land of anything goes, so, tentative is as tentative does; why not? If anyone asks, you've got your pick of fake names.

[moondragon]

*She smiles.*

Don't worry. I won't blab your real name around. So I'll probably stick with Loki. Easier to remember.

...But I'll probably use C-Cubed if anyone pisses me off, which tends to happen.

*Beat.*

By the way, I'm no stylist, but keep that look; you rock it.

[drsexymd]

[He dips his head agreeably. He's used to Loki, and C-Cubed is... jazzy.] Works for me.

Thanks! Never knew sentimental attachment until this vessel. I can look like Brad Pitt if I want, but you know? I kinda like this better. [You probably meant the clothes. Gabriel has assumed you meant the body. Angels; SMH.]

[moondragon]

*Exactly why she phrased it that way. Deflection powers gooooo! But she did, in fact, mean the body. Mostly his face. Clothing? Comes and goes and she doesn't care about that, much. Good luck getting her to admit that she meant his body. Hey, just because she's more focused on fighting doesn't mean that she doesn't have, well, other drives.*

...I, uh, would rather not see that.

*Taking off her glasses to clean the lenses with a soft cloth.*

So, a vessel? I guess that makes sense. I mean, that you're borrowing another person's body? *Strange? Sounds legit to her.*

[drsexymd]

Hm. Fair enough. Maybe you're more of a Cooper fan.

Well, it's kind of a downer when you're trying to play messenger and all your recipients go blind. So I did some window shopping, and when I found the eligible bloodline this guy agreed to let me wear him around the universe and - here we are.

[moondragon]

Ah, I see.

*No time for following celebrities when survival is at stake.*

Well, thanks for that. I may be going blind as it is, but it's good to know that the process won't speed up suddenly.

[drsexymd]

And people say I'm not thoughtful.

[moondragon]

Seems a very thoughtful gift, to me! *No sarcasm here. Really :D*

It's the gift that gives by NOT giving! *Get it...? Okay Cain you're not funny.*

[drsexymd]

That sounds a little like a warning ad for STDs. [That's okay, neither is Gabe.]

I'm actually passing out, sorry. D: 6:16am for me, haven't slept yet.

[moondragon]

Is there a difference here? I don't see one.

omg no worries go get some rest!! u are a star *v*

[drsexymd]

Are you saying seeing an angel's true form is like getting the clap?

[Pause. Thoughtful look.]

Interesting metaphor.

I needed food first. NOW bed. x_x <3

[moondragon]

Pretty much. If you want to get really dirty about it, then you could say that your angel form is a dick, and your vessel is a condom.

*Cain's pretty sure she doesn't have to explain it any more than that.*

sleep well!

[drsexymd]

[He gives you a quirky look, like he's trying not to laugh.]

Well.

That's disturbingly accurate.

[moondragon]

*She grins back, pleased.*

Admittedly, it's a cute condom. *What? She meant it when she came up with "C-Cubed".*

[drsexymd]

[He winks and clicks his tongue at you.] Flattery will get you everywhere.