on decision making

[liugan]

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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[liugan]

[ 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.

[resolvere]

[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.]

[liugan]

[ 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.

[resolvere]

[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.]

[liugan]

[ 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.

[resolvere]

[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.]

[liugan]

[ 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.

[resolvere]

[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.]

[liugan]

[ 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.

[resolvere]

[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...]