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muse is not keen on mun's thoughts about
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I'm aware of your plans for me.
You should know I don't approve of them. I have no idea how Dean will react to my sudden appearance, and neither do you. Samandriel's company will be appreciated, but that weighs little against what I understand of our destination.
Allow me to sum it up: you intend to clip my wings and throw me onto a ship of the damned. Of course I'm concerned.
And no matter how eager you are for me to do so, I will not ask others to join me. It would be suicide.
Please stop looking at me like that.
You should know I don't approve of them. I have no idea how Dean will react to my sudden appearance, and neither do you. Samandriel's company will be appreciated, but that weighs little against what I understand of our destination.
Allow me to sum it up: you intend to clip my wings and throw me onto a ship of the damned. Of course I'm concerned.
And no matter how eager you are for me to do so, I will not ask others to join me. It would be suicide.
Please stop looking at me like that.

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And they have a twisted sense of fun. The way they can torture a muse is enough to make even the most well trained demon blush.
Lay back, think of England and enjoy the ride.
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You could always try the whole kicked puppy dog face thing you do so well. Might guilt her into being nice. Of course there's as much chance of that as getting Michael and Lucifer to wear tutus and ride a magical unicorn. But it's worth a try.
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And it's bad enough that I'm being sent to a fake Hell. I don't need advice from an inhabitant of the real one. [oh no, celestial racism]
fancy seeing you here~
[Don't mind as he looks a little frazzled--there's a lot going on lately.]
I can't imagine why they think others would even be open to the idea... I've quickly come to the conclusion that I will never understand mundanes, no matter how reasonable they might seem in the beginning. Now mine has decided to throw me into another game as well as this one-- I'm not so sure how to deal with any of this.
[A pause.]
...Wait, what was that about clipping wings?
well i'm surprised. are you surprised because i'm totally surprised ;)
[He fidgets a bit. He didn't mean to scare you, but...]
I'm fairly certain it's a metaphor. But it seems if we're to be put in that game, our abilities will be... limited.
[Pause.]
I'm sure it's just a metaphor. [???]
I am in so much shock like you don't even know :P
[Wait.
.....
W h a t.]
...You don't sound so certain about that.
[Nor do you look it. He can tell, he's gaping at you, and your face is reading nothing but uncertainty.]
...How much of a chance is there that it's actually a metaphor?
[Wow, okay, he was feeling at least a little better about this whole game thing before, but perhaps he should have been paying more attention if this is the case. Now he's just wide-eyed and highly concerned for both of their well-beings. Power limiting is one thing, but having their wings clipped? Consider him all the more wary about this place.]
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Should I find a calculator?
[No that is a stupid idea and he realises as soon as the words leave his mouth. What is tact.]
Never mind. I think it's probably a metaphor. I don't think physically tampering with our wings is necessary for them to do what they plan on doing. [But he's not sure. He also can't currently hear his mundane laughing at him.]
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That would not be prudent.
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That's... [He pauses and gives a slight grimace.] ...I want to say that it's a relief, but to be completely honest... It isn't, really.
But--at least being able to keep them intact would be something of a plus to the situation... Given the choice of having limited powers with them, or limited powers without them... [Well, the answer to that is obvious.] Of course I'd...rather they remain as they are.
[HOW CAN YOU NOT HEAR THEM THEY'RE SO OBNOXIOUS AND LOUD ABOUT IT. That laughter would haunt him in his sleep if he actually required any.]
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If given the choice, I wouldn't be headed for that ship at all. [But that's hardly the point, is it? He sags a bit.] We'll just have to be careful.
[Mundane apologises for not being sorry in the slightest.]
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Well--yes, of course not. I don't think many would opt to go if it was a choice left up to them. [Sure doesn't sound like it's going to be fun or remotely pleasant, but as stated...well, there's no choice involved here.] But caution and preparation should at least keep us from too much trouble.
[A pause, and it's a grim look that marks his features next.]
...For a while, at least.
[And this mun is just going to be over here laughing some more oh my god that is the greatest thing.]
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It beats an evening of Monopoly.
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Is that a compliment.
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Yeah, sure. We'll go with that.
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[Deep breath.] But if I were going to get stabbed, I would rather it was by you than someone like Crowley. I suppose.
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I suppose stabbing you would be a waste...