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[kinpika]

[So...a king and a cat were sitting on a porch drinking wine. This is clearly the path to a joke, right? WHO KNOWS but they've both been drinking for a while. You can tell because Gil is outside without a shirt but has awesome tattoos and White Len is wearing pajamas.

Even worse, they're eying up every passerby, including you.]

And where would you put that mongrel at?

Six... he really is quite dull. Average doesn't interest me in the slightest.

Hahaha! I would not even put him past a two! Fools will always be fools!

[Guess what? They're looking at you next. They will be tagging in separate threads since we both may not be around at all times.]

Comments

[chaoschildofgod.livejournal.com]

Did I say I was complaining? I would say a five from you is not so bad.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

Considering the average is a one, you would be correct.

[chaoschildofgod.livejournal.com]

[chaos chuckles faintly]

It seems you are well. Then, I doubt you would let this place bring you down any.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

When was there ever a bother?

[conveniently forgetting EVERYTHING]

[chaoschildofgod.livejournal.com]

[chaos smiles faintly]

Oh, you've stayed out of all the trouble this place likes to throw out?

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

I have taken down gods with these hands. This place has not and will not bother me in the slightest.

[chaoschildofgod.livejournal.com]

And yet, how much of your strength have you regained? Without the power you are used to, can you truly defend yourself from the things this place sends at you?

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

Hahaha! How much have-?

All of it, fool!

[chaoschildofgod.livejournal.com]

Really now? Yet you are still stuck here?

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

Your mind cannot fathom my reasons. Questioning will lead you nowhere.

[chaoschildofgod.livejournal.com]

[chaos smiles, but it seems a bit different from his other smiles, perhaps a slight bit amused]

So you're saying you could leave if you wish?

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

I could destroy this entire town if I wished it.

[chaoschildofgod.livejournal.com]

[chaos merely gives Gil a look which says he knows he's bluffing. He'll say no words to that effect, as they should not be needed.]

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

[He just starts laughing.]

Shall I show you my power, fool!

[chaoschildofgod.livejournal.com]

Even if you did, it would prove nothing for you to be able to leave. I simply see very few reasons you, of all people, would be content to stay in such a place as this. Unless, perhaps, there are things here you have found to treasure.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

There is nothing here I treasure. I simply do not wish to dirty my hands with mongrel work.

[chaoschildofgod.livejournal.com]

Mongrel work? To free yourself would be so?

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

To lift my hand to kill these fools is beneath me.

[chaoschildofgod.livejournal.com]

Is that so? So you will remain in their cage?

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

Their cage? This cage is mine.

[chaoschildofgod.livejournal.com]

[chaos merely smiles at Gil.]

If it is your cage, then why would you have to kill them to leave?

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

As they have claimed something of mine as their own, I have sentenced them to death.

[chaoschildofgod.livejournal.com]

You outskirt the question.

You say that it is beneath you to kill them. Yet, as they have something you own, you sentence them to death. The two dialogues are thus at opposite ends of one another.

Your next response will likely be that it is not the time you have set forth for their deaths.

[For whatever reason, chaos keeps that same small smile on his face the entire time he speaks, his tone level and never changing.]

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

You are a fool thrice over. A king does not pick up the executioner's axe. No, he leaves the work to dirty mongrels.

[chaoschildofgod.livejournal.com]

I assure you, I am no fool. I also assure you, if you were truly a king endowed with the power to free those here, you would indeed raise the axe, if only to be able to attain the praises of the people. After all, I hear no one here speak of you as if you are their king.