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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[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.