I did not give this guy permission to enter my headspace. Voice testing, canon is Ace Combat 6.

[malebolge]

Now now, Mun, that's not a very pleasant welcome for a new occupant in this 'headspace' of yours. You can't expect to impress a guy with that attitude, you know. I almost want to say you're as bad as Toscha.

[This new muse? Is so very amused. Little did his mundane realize that her frequent poking at him would gain him a place in her head.]

Surely you didn't think that I'd let you get away with all of that? I had to get my payback somehow, and making myself comfortable in here seemed like a good method. I don't hear you objecting to the idea very much, and I hear your consideration about a game for me. A proper game, no less. Not that hotel you were reading earlier. You know fully well I could get any woman I wanted, without any assistance.

[Mun is denying this. There is no game pondering, there is no plotting and that hotel reading thing certainly didn't happen nope.]

You realize you're living proof that I can easily win a lady over, right? Otherwise you wouldn't have gone to all of this effort for me.

[He gives a smug look at the mun's silent defeat. Dammit Pasternak.]

Check and mate.

Comments

[rune_warlock]

You sound overly confident with your charm.

[malebolge]

[Damn right he is. Not eeeven gonna hide it.]

Of course. I could have any woman I wanted if I made the effort.

[rune_warlock]

This exchange is already making me feel uncomfortable. But some unseen power is making me stay and speak with you.

[malebolge]

[RUDE. But that's okay. Fenrirs seem to be notoriously rude in Strangereal.]

That "unseen power" is just your mundane. Besides, I did say 'if I made the effort'. [and guess who is making no effort what so ever. Go on. Guess.]

[rune_warlock]

Mundane? I believe you meant "The Muns"? Powerful entities that only exist in legend, said to surpass the power of the gods?

[malebolge]

Sure, let's go with that. I'm pretty certain they exist in a little more than legends though. [Idly glancing at his mun who is giving him a dirty look right now stop looking at her Ilya]

[rune_warlock]

How certain?

[malebolge]

You don't really think I was just talkin' to myself this whole time before you got here, do you?

[rune_warlock]

You seem mad enough to be speaking to yourself.

[malebolge]

[RUDE MK2. Geez lady. 'course he's still just amused.]

You speak to all the guys you meet like that?

[rune_warlock]

No.

[malebolge]

What makes me get the special treatment then?

[rune_warlock]

Your brashness vexed me.

[openyourmouth]

Hey, man. You're in a chick's head too?

[This. This is clearly the booze. People have told him he was out of it before, but now he's sure it's finally happening for real.

Oh, well. Might as well play along with this hallucination.]

Not the first place I'd try and get into if you know what I'm sayin'.

[malebolge]

[Fair enough. He can at least chalk this all up to the fact that he's, y'know, DEAD but he's at least more accepting of the idea of muns and headspaces and all that jazz.]

Hey, you've to charm 'em first before you can go for the major achievements.

[openyourmouth]

[Riiight. That gets an amused, if a bit lifeless, chuckle.]

Not if you're already in their heads. They see you up in lights and they can't wait to get a taste.

[He doesn't even bother sounding proud or self-assured. Just the way it is.]

She says your name looks like "male bulge", by the way.

[DammitStacee...!]

[malebolge]

[He's used to those lifeless chuckles. Being around someone with dry humor like Pixy in this headspace and all.]

Well, I've got a mun who's still desperately choosing to deny my existence in here. I've got a bit of work to do first.

[Mun was waiting for someone to make that joke and is NOT AT ALL SURPRISED THAT IT HAPPENED TO BE YOU TWO.]

I'd say she needs to do a little research on her rings of Hell then.

[openyourmouth]

Hell, huh...?

[He takes a sudden sniff. Nope, no sulfur smell.]

Can we even sense anything from in here? Bats in a cave, can't even see the ring of fire to fly through...

[Oh yeah, and did the mun mention this guy is effing crazy half the time? He could be speaking metaphorically, or brainstorming lyrics, or just complete batshit rambling. Who knows?]

'Least there's good scotch.

[Stacee no... you don't need more alcohol in your system...]

[malebolge]

[Who let the boozer onto the airbase, geez.]

I'm sure what you can do depends entirely on what your mun gives you access to.

Or what you can talk them into letting you do.

[Still giving his mun a hard time about the 'potential game' thing. At this rate he may break her down.]

[openyourmouth]

What's there to see in their heads, anyway?

[There's a sound of a bottle opening and a cap falling to the ground.]

I think yours got it right. This is hell.

[He's not paying attention to his mun thinking about throwing him into much worse places someday. He doesn't pay attention to his mun much at all. Bastard.]

What about that hotel, man? Doesn't sound too bad.

[malebolge]

You'd be surprised. What we can see through some of them can be rather entertaining.

[Admittedly, he's getting quite a bit of enjoyment out of teasing his mun.]

What, that love hotel? I guess for some guys it wouldn't be bad at all.

[There might be a slight smile on his lips. Yes mun, he knows FULLY WELL that's what you were reading. Deny it all you want.]

[openyourmouth]

[Have a knowing smirk from the rock star. The potential implication of this guy perving on his mun is pretty amusing. Even though for Stacee himself he's literally seen it all so often it barely even registers half the time.]

They could learn some things from us there.

[No, Stacee. Not happening.]

[malebolge]

[He'll give a laugh.]

I'm sure my mun would sooner hide her face in her hands before she could even get something written out for me in that place.

[Not THAT great a pervert, are you, mun?]

[openyourmouth]

Not this one. She's been practicing.

[SHUT UP, STACEE! Gawd, who told you you could be perceptive now of all times?!]

And the jailbait keeps talking about a castle.

[Castles, hotels, there was something about losses in there...]

... We're not in Vegas, are we?

[malebolge]

[Yeah, he'll be chuckling at that first part. Mun's laughing too. Muses are perceptive at the best times.]

Vegas? Never heard of it, so I'd say no.

But when you say castle, I'm going to assume you're talking about that "Paradisa" one.