dear_mun | on decision making

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To quote your strange friend in the box, I informed you thusly.

You knew that two games would be too much for you to handle, and here we are, considering a third. While I am flattered by your devotion to me, this is ridiculous. I am rotting away in two worlds, and all you can think of is a train.

And your excuse that it "isn't technically me," isn't helping your case. Different worlds, different paths that were tread or not, this endeavour of yours is foolish. One of these needs to end. Either the randomized shenanigans in one place, one of the new worlds you brought me to, or the plans to send me to the third new world. My time is not so easily divided.

Neither is yours, you realize. Make your decision wisely, or I will make it for you.

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Aww, what's with the sour face? You look like you just took a bite of a lemon!

It is the expression I would imagine anyone would make when they aren't pleased with the way their lives are being handled.

Yeah it's obvious what's going on here alright.

[Throwing his arm around your shoulder.]

You need a vacation! Some kinda beach covered in hot goddess babes and the ocean, as far as the eye can see!

Do gods even get vacation time? If not it's a travesty! You'll really need to take that up with your union.

[ Yeah, uh. He'll be grasping that arm firmly and removing it from his shoulders. And grimacing. ]

I would refrain from touching me, if I were you.

...

Who'd have thought the god of mischief would be such a killjoy?

I mean I'm all for killing, but not when it's my good time.

Then find somewhere else to spend your good time, you will not find the entertainment you seek from me.

[The sun god sits quietly, tail wrapping around her side and front paws. Her shoulders move slightly before she looks up, licking her chops.

Your mundane ought to do what they must, no matter the outcome.]

[ Ah, his wolf friend. Have a gentle scratch-scratch of those fluffy ears. ]

And if it means abandoning these worlds after barely a week's long visit, what then? It's all such a wasted effort.

[An easy way to her giant, loving heart is definitely through some good ear scratching! Her tail will wildly thump the ground for a few moments before she replies.

Is there a reason for such turning? Uncertainty about your voice, or about the way your mundane is being perceived by others? Or can they simply not keep up with two at once, and it is a time issue?]

There is no uncertainty with me. [ A soft sigh, and a gentle scritch-scritch. Why is it so easier to talk with someone in an animal form? ]

It is a multitude of things, I suppose. Our first adventure together, her first venture back into the "game world" in months as it were, personal problems and events. And a foot injury, but I hardly see how that should be affecting anything.

[Perhaps it's a god thing, hmm? Or a mom thing, even.

There's the sound of what could be assumed to be a wolf's sigh as she thinks, not moving her head away from his scratching because that would be terrible.

A foot injury? is the most interesting thing she's gotten out of it that she'll touch on. Any injuries come with pain, young one, I couldn't imagine it not "affecting" everything. Do you not feel pain?]

[ Maybe both? Loki knows that Frigga was always easier to complain about things to than Odin.

And indeed it would be terrible. It's like a mantra, scritch-scritch, scratch-scratch. Calming. He doesn't feel like setting things on fire anymore. ]

She lays here all day with her communicating device in her lap, surely it doesn't cause delay in her progress and planning. [ And, a slight shrug. ] I do not feel pain if I choose not to.

[Maybe she's just that good.

Good! The only things Amatersu ever sets on fire are monsters and really terrible thieves that steal things from everyone in town. Oh, and bombs. And stoves. Things mortals need to be set on fire.

Gosh, more of that I don't feel this if I choose not to. Does it ever end? The mother looks as flat-faced as a wolf possibly can.

Were you to be attacked and bloodied, you could simply "choose" to not feel that pain? Or are do you really mean when you say you do not choose to, that you push it down instead, or that you ignore it as long as you can?

Does he need more tacklekisses? Hmm?]

[ Perhaps.

Flat-faced as she may be, Loki only offers another shrug of his shoulders, drawing his hand back to fold them behind his back. ]

I choose not to. Whether it means I avoid the possibility of it to the best of my abilities or simply pretend I am not burning and bleeding, the point remains the same. I will not let pain consume me.

[She's slightly tempted to practice Golden Fury on his shoe, just to point out that he has feelings when he gets confused, angry, or both about it.

They are nice shoes, after all.

To pretend does not make it a reality. To pretend is simply that: a false assertion about something. If you do not feel, you do not feel, but that is not the case if you have to pretend.]

[ He would rather not any furies of gold be practiced anywhere in his designated area. These were expensive shoes. Or at least, they would be if he'd actually bought them.

There's a slight twitch in his brow, a faint curling of the corner of his lips. ]

It makes it my reality.

[Sounds about right.

The sun god makes something like a mix between a whine and a sigh and moves to lay around his feet, tail wrapped around him yet again. These young gods and their adolescence, what is she going to do with them?

We cannot craft reality to suit us, for then we are not living in a reality at all. There is a difference between one's reality and what one chooses to believe in as their own. It is still not true, dear one.

After all, there are those who do not believe in the gods and live accordingly, but that does not mean we are not here.]

[ He watches her draw close, but just as her tail brushes up against his legs he steps back, away from her wolfish embrace. ]

I care not. [ He stares away, at nothing in particular. ] The reality I craft for myself is more comforting and pleasant to me than the reality I would be forced to live through otherwise. I do not wish to feel that pain, therefore, as I told you, I choose not to.

Your wisdom and grace is better suited to those with a greater need for it. I can take care of myself, I do not need your lectures.

[Amaterasu has to wonder if all young gods are like this at one point.

She lifts her head, tail swishing about as she does so. The Divine Instrument Solar Flare on her back, giving off flame and blue energy, spins and seems to grow in intensity.

A moment's pause before the ground around him is overtaken in flowers yet again, blue and white and purple and verdant green. She stands and moves to him, head looking upwards as jaws part and she pants slightly, black lips certainly forming into a smile.

I do not mean to lecture, says that maternal voice, and this time it is far more pleased than anything else, it is good that you stand firm in your beliefs, even if they are disagreeable to others. That is very admirable, Loki.]

[ The ones who grow up unloved for a thousand years or so usually do, yeah.

The flowers are back again, and despite his sour mood, Loki is still fond of them. He doesn't move further so that the flowers don't crush under his boots, but he does lean down, and brush his fingertips across a few white petals. ]

Admirable?

[ He scoffs, withdrawing his hand from the flowers. ]

Others call it madness.

[Amaterasu will gladly take him under her wing and love him forever.

Perhaps, then, and the voice is amused, teasing slightly, the reality others have chosen for themselves fits that, and the reality you have chosen for yourself does not.]

[ Aww. Perhaps one day he'll introduce her to Fenrir. They'd get along. Maybe. ]

I highly doubt that, but I appreciate your implication. It has long been established that I am not of the norm.

[As long as he's not intending to breed them, she's game!

...though they may have fights over who gets what food...which would probably end with Loki leaving his meal unattended to make them stop long enough for her to slow time and get his.

Where's that Tao Trooper mask when she needs it?

The norm is a liquid idea, one that changes constantly and will never be the same from one creature to the next. It is nothing to be ashamed of, nor to be boastful about. It simply is a thing imbued in the nature of all creatures, from predator to prey and beyond.

also excuz her but why aren't u petting her again...]

Why do you make threats when you know you're powerless?

That is a bold claim to make. She may choose the path, I do not have to walk it.

Don't you?

I think flattery would be a better choice.

Flattery does not work with this one. She hides. At least she makes herself a target when I choose to throw rocks at her.

Tell her how she understands you. How she knows you so well, and that her mind must be a wonderful thing.

And then tell me what the best spells are to annoy troublesome little girls.

Oh, but it is far too late for that, young one. She knows me well enough to know it would be completely false.

And there is no need for such a spell. Take a knife, and cut her hair.

Then it has truth in it, does it not?

And what if the girl is not so vain? And what if she earned my ire by killing what I called mine?

You ask far too many questions to someone who cares not about your plights and misgivings. Set her on fire, curse a cockroach to build a nest in her ear, turn her into a rodent. Be creative with it, but do it yourself.

So the God of Mischief has no time for mischief anymore. Has he moved on to greater things?

Far greater things than simply mischief and trickery.

Tell me, then, and perhaps I'll come to it all the faster.

I'm troublesome? ( uh, excuse you, pot. )

I wouldn't be troublesome if you weren't first.

I didn't know it -- she -- was yours. I was being... practical.

A train game? Well, it could not be helped. Perhaps it is better to be on a train than in the Underworld.

Of course that is assuming you are given a say in your mundane's choice. They seldom listen.

A train with no destination does not fare much better than doom, gloom and death. Company in closer contact and all.

Perhaps or perhaps not. It would be harder to keep certain secrets with so many close by.

I wonder, what is a worse torture? Reliving old pains or having to be surrounded by idiots in a confined space?

With her current plans for such a place, she would be forcing me into both. You understand my reluctance to it, especially now.

That is unfortunate but yes, I understand.

Yes, experiencing ill memories from centuries past to present for the foreseeable future all while incompetent strangers chatter their woes away in confined compartments is merely unfortunate.

Perhaps you would like to use a more dramatic word for it?

More accurate than dramatic, actually.

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