eyeing demeleier

[liugan]

I believe I have nothing to say on this matter, my dear little writer. We already know that I could object and protest until your ears fell off, it would not deter you from your plans now. I do not enjoy being powerless in such a decision, but rest assured I will delight in making it as difficult as possible for you.

But let's not forget what we already have planned. You may insist on starting new journeys, but it would be terribly rude of us to abandon one we've already embarked on.

Again.

No, I have not forgiven you for that. I doubt I will for quite some time.


And if I hear the word "dapper" from you one more time regarding my suit, we will have to have another discussion. And I will bring my knives.

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[liugan]

[ Ah, the giggling hysterics. Loki's grown quite fond of those. He smiles, laughs, nods appreciatively in a writer-ly direction. ]

How very flattering of her.

[ And then back to the nice, unassuming mortal lady. ] I can only assume so.

I take it you are one of the residents of this spectacular new home I am to be dragged kicking and screaming to?

[a_la_turk]

[ And wouldn't you know that's all it takes to send a certain writer right back into them. Valeria doesn't have to look to know. Cause and effect do earn something of a wider smile for the innocence of it all, though. ]

I am. I suppose you could say I've had the pleasure of a long-term residency. If there's anything in particular you'd like to know, I can answer here as well as I will there.

[ There is a very subtle inflection somewhere in her second to last statement. Doesn't mar her smile, though. ]

I must admit I am curious, though. Is Demeleier really such an unpleasant prospect to you?

[liugan]

[ He takes his coffee black with three sugars, writer lady, and he'll send you an address to direct all the love letters. ]

Long-term residency. Rest assured that you will be the first I direct all of my inquiries to, if only for convenience.

[ He has one. Exit, where is it. ]

I simply do not look forward to starting over a third time. Nothing more than that. And I do not expect it to last.

[a_la_turk]

[ Valeria rather hopes her writer's increase in volume and hysterics is a sufficient answer because it can get louder and more incoherent. Tuning her out about now? Mostly yes. ]

I'll do my utmost best to answer them.

[ And she has an answer, namely 'get comfortable.' His answer gives her pause, however. ]

Understandable. Perhaps you'll be surprised by the length of your stay this time around.

[liugan]

How very considerate of you.

[ Ohhh boy. He was going to crash land into her building, wasn't he? ]

You sound very confident of that. Shall I expect to be so marvellously swept off my feet at this new place's charm?

[a_la_turk]

I aim to please.

[ ... that would be terribly inconvenient and her writer thinks this should be a thing. Can't imagine what that ping just now was. ]

Well, when our good hosts and writers aren't being too unpleasant in their treatment of us, the place can be rather charming. In my experience, it grows on you. The people, the place.

[liugan]

[ The loudest ping to have ever- ... pung. ]

Growing on me would imply that I need to give it the time required to do so. Furthering your misconceptions that this time around will prove any more successful than the last two.

[a_la_turk]

[ And the world stood still, quivering with anticipation. ]

You might. I don't know your personal preferences near well enough to make that call on your behalf.

[ She'll pause to toss a flat look in a writerly direction. Yet, she says. Tuning out her writer again. ]

I can only speculate and hope. As for how successful this time will be, it is said that the third time is the charm and there are anchors and accomplices involved this time around that weren't in previous attempts, are there not?

[ Namely, the writers two plus his own and then herself and one Steve Rogers. ]

On some level, things have changed. The result might be different. If nothing else, we'll be working hard to ensure that.

[liugan]

[ Hey now. Hey. Don't be mentioning the captain. He turns into gigglemush. Do you want that on your hands, Turk? Do you? ]

I fail to see how having "accomplices" I know now will affect the situation any. I won't know them there.

[ See? This is why he doesn't want to go. sob. ]

[a_la_turk]

[ That depends. Does he stick any better when he's gigglemush? She might be able to manage if he does. It does sound like an interesting state of being to witness and... oh. Oh, is that what it is? Her smile softens visibly. ]

But you will know us there eventually, probably faster than you think. You won't be alone for long.

[ She inclines her head slightly forward. If she can do nothing else -- ]

I can promise you that.

[liugan]

[ No. No. No sticking, no gigglemush, no. It's not at all interesting. No. It's totally not what she thinks it is. No.

No. In fact, there is so much no, he is going to turn around and walk away. No, no, no. ]

I doubt that very much.

[a_la_turk]

[ Oh. Oh, that's... none at all? Really? How mean! Surely he doesn't actually expect her to let him walk away after all of that. That was... well, it was entirely too much no, to say the very least, and they aren't done talking for another. Not yet, anyway. Not completely.

So for every step he takes, she takes two after him. Persistent? Yes, yes, yes. ]

Then I suppose we'll just have to prove it to you. Actions do speak louder than words.

[liugan]

[ Oh, he's walking away alright. Way away. When it comes to fight or flight, flight is the preferred option more often than not. And the conversation has taken a turn he doesn't appreciate, so what better time to flee? ]

We'll see if you're up for the challenge, then.

[a_la_turk]

[ And that is enough, those words. Enough to allow a retreat. She halts in her tracks, inclining her head slightly, confidently forward after him. ]

Count on it.