as the only one to be transplanted to dreamwidth for the forseeable future...

[residualforce]

...Seriously? 

There is something wrong with you. I'm sure of it now. Where are the journals for your other muses? You know, the ones you actually used? All we do is talk about the same old thing over and over and over again.

I don't understand why you feel the need to renew this relationship.

So, once again: seriously? 

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[residualforce]

Hey!

[hit back or not to hit back? ...nah, it's Shadow. Magnet values his hand, so he'll just move several feet away and grumble.]

...That was an actual question, anyway. Are you okay?

[amadmansshadow]

[put upon sigh, why such a mother hen Magnet?]

Yes, I am okay. I do not have any complaints nor do you need to fret and flail about me like a headless chicken.

[residualforce]

Don't call me a headless chicken! I worry when there are things to worry about, and I never know what's going on with you so there's a lot to worry about! What would happen if you ended up in trouble or something and none of us could help? For all I know, you could end up in a ditch somewhere and you, being you, wouldn't call even if you could! I have to drag it out of you, so if I seem fussy, that's the only reason! It's not because I'm fretting, it's because you're a trouble magnet. Someone needs to look after the health of the army, or what good are we to the doc?

[huff huff deny deny he's glad you're okay huff]

[amadmansshadow]

[silent throughout that whole... tirade. And once Magnet is done he'll just say two words.]

Headless chicken.

[he's smiling, he's enjoying poking at Magnet's little foibles.]

[residualforce]

[scowl, though...it might be a bit hard to tell with a full-face mask and all]

Headless duck or I go find Top Man. I'm sure there's one around here...somewhere.

[amadmansshadow]

Chicken, bawk bawk.

[Pffft, Shadow is pretty sure there are no active Tops around so he's not that worried.]

[residualforce]

[Magnet is going to try now to magnetize your forehead to the ceiling (for a given value of the term) now thank you]

Duck.

[amadmansshadow]

[fffffffffffff. UNDIGNIFIED FLAILING at being attached to a ceiling, or whatever can pass for it here.]

Chicken.

[residualforce]

[snicker] I sleep like that all the time, calm down.

Of course, your star might not be attached as well...

[no mercy]

[amadmansshadow]

[pause and... silence.

he's thinking up a plan, be afraid Magnet.]

[residualforce]

[ahhhh, he knows that silence, ahhh, he should have known this was coming]

[it's Shadow]

[Magnet's wondering if it would be better to drop him now and try and run, or whether he should try and hold him.]

...Duck and I let you down gently.

[amadmansshadow]

Or you can let me down gently and stop me from... telling you Things.

[the capital T was very pronounced, you do not want to know what these Things are Magnet.]

[residualforce]

[...]

[...]

[...]

[why would you do that?]

That's cruel and unusual and does not stand within the boundaries of non-lethal communication!

[amadmansshadow]

But it is a non-lethal form of combat.

[This is Shadow Man, everything he does is cruel in some way.]

[residualforce]

It isn't if I bash my head open on a rock in self-defense against your particular brand of psychological warfare.

[okay so maybe he wouldn't go that far]

[maybe]

[also he's forgotten to maintain the magnetism during his little flaily fit here and drops his hands...also dropping Shadow. It's anything but gentle, though.]

[amadmansshadow]

But I didn't make you d--

[Oh... falling.]

[except he's Shadow Man, so he ends up doing some kinda hand-stand cartwheel thing before landing on his feet. And glaring at Magnet.]

[residualforce]

...

That was your fault.

[amadmansshadow]

[glaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare]

[residualforce]

Look, you were taunting the guy holding the other end of the rope. What did you think would happen?

Besides, this could all have been avoided if you hadn't insisted on your bird terminology [young man.]

[amadmansshadow]

So... It merely comes down to you being a chicken.

[his terminology is the best terminology.]

[residualforce]

Duck. Chickens eat their own eggs. That's more like Snake.

[...watch his thought process completely derail]

...I wonder what that makes Gemini? Maybe a blackbird. Big flocks and all that...

[amadmansshadow]

... I am using the colloquial term, for a coward.

[here, let Shadow bring that thought process back on track.]

[residualforce]

...Oh. You know, I never understood that. Chickens aren't cowards. They're actually mean, sadistic little things.

[...]

Hey, that's kind of like you!

[now, is he saying that in an attempt to tease Shadow back and turn his insult back on him? Or is he so focused on his "give every linemate a bird" train of thought that he's just innocently stating his revelations out loud while completely oblivious to the danger? Who knows.]

[amadmansshadow]

...

[Hope Magnet enjoys having his shin kicked then.]

[residualforce]

See, that's exactly what I mean!

[ow. Hopping away now thanks, because Shadow doesn't exactly hit soft.]

You peck people who upset you. You're a chicken.