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[byanyname]

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either leave a message (or set of muses) for one of my assholes, or request a message from one of them. choose messages from the classic source, from your own skull, or whatever you may please.

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FULL ON WEIRD (also 5)

[angelnorghost]

I'm not certain who this is, but luckily for you, O Stranger, I am very good at two things in this life: keeping people away and being exceedingly dramatic.

yesssS

[loyalless]

[ What. Is?

He's going to start to shout for Wallace. He's going to cut himself off, recalling that the man ran out for... something, some errand, Treavor really hadn't cared what.

Fuck's sake. He should stop texting while drinking, but if he stuck to that rule, he'd never be able to text.

So. All right. He can handle whatever the fuck this is meant to be. ]

Didn't do a particularly effective job of keeping me away, did you?

At least that leaves you with one skill to fall back on.

[angelnorghost]

Well who knows who you are. I might welcome you.
Likely not, but there is a slim margin of a chance that you could be acceptable.
Especially as I am attempting to be more sociable these days.

What sort of people are you wanting kept away?
And in what sort of condition do you wish them to leave?

[loyalless]

Aren't you a valiant soul, doing your best to play at society's games.

Oh, and to play at mutilation. Let's not forget that.

That IS what you're suggesting, isn't it? Christ, what kind of—

This is a joke. I don't care for it.

Who is this.

[angelnorghost]

An existential question I do not always have the answer to, myself.
Usually I merely sign my letters Fdel'O, if I am running short on time, which I sometimes am. I'm a busy man.

Well, less busy, these days. Mostly retired, in fact.

Might I remind you that you were the one who began the conversation with your hypothetical death, guests to be kept away, and dramatically flinging oneself across your coffin.
You have no real room to judge.

[loyalless]

And still I'll judge as I please.

All those words, and you've yet to answer my question. Oh, no, I'm sorry; you've offered a clever - terribly clever, deftly managed - sketch of what you've been. Am I to take that in lieu of your name?

Dramatic, indeed.

If you won't extend the courtesy of your NAME, might you at least tell me what it is you've retired from?

[angelnorghost]

Most things, really. What have I not been in this long, loathsome life of mine?

Architect (though I am currently constructing a house for my new bride, so only semi-retired there)
Magician
Maker of labyrinths
Lover of trap doors
Circus performer
Master of mirrors and mirages
All around handyman and entertainer to terribly powerful people
An admirer and experimenter in the art of knot making

And yourself? You have given me neither name nor occupation.

[loyalless]

[ That right there? That's the sound of Treavor's eyes rolling far the fuck into the back of his skull. Did he ask for a resume? A resume or a... what is this, a collection of nonsensical words and phrases? ]

I don't recall your asking.

Still, since you've been so blessedly thorough:

Schemer
Disappointment
Drinker of fine wines
Drinker of lesser wines
Societal performer
Master of snide remarks and withering glances
All around entertainment to terribly powerful people
An admirer and experimenter in the art of oblivion

All that in my own long and loathsome life.

[angelnorghost]

I have not heard enough of your snide remarks to proclaim you a master so I shall withhold judgement until a later date.
Though we do seem to cross over in many of our areas of interest and occupations.

Aside from lesser wines, that is something I cannot abide.

Do you mean the art of oblivion in more of an existential or a physical way?
Or both, depending on the occasion.

[loyalless]

I don't recall requesting your judgment. Nor do I recall seeing 'authority on snide remarks' on your list of accomplishments. Which I assume makes you the bane of existence: an amateur judge.

An amateur souse, as well. Drink enough, and you learn not to be too picky.

I would encourage you not to tell anyone I said as much. I do try to maintain a minor reputation for discernment.

As for oblivion, I'll leave that to your imagination.