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((Less senile, more addled by being dead for about three years before being revived by this universe.
I meant the line in a sort of 'This mortal interests me, a god's fighting him, I'm tempted since I like this mortal but I'm staying out of this, unless he starts getting innocents killed, in which case I'm getting involved because I do not approve." sense.

Also, I didn't know he was a god. Assumed he was like Phyliss there; a physical god short of a real god.))
"Hey, Marie.

What do you have that I can use to, oh, stop a god from utterly fucking me up?"

This person claims to be a god but merely has immense fleshcrafting power. Well. I am tempted to intercede upon this....planeswalker, seeing as the events of the LAST true mortal to rise to godhood did not end well. But, I will wait and see what happens.

If any innocents are harmed, however, then I am bound to interfere."
Corvus shrugs and continues watching.

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"Zat was YOUR fault, Madmoiselle Wittgenstern!
But, I will go."

Quote from: IamanElfCollaborator on August 22, 2013, 07:01:15 pm

"Yes, as if being blind isn't going to somehow inconvenience me. Course I'm gonna bloody complain about my eyes, they aren't respawning. Your harvesters on the other hand, ARE.

Go bother Phyliss or something."

"Brutally murder my children and cause great damage to others, then claim it's all ok because they'll return and I cannot complain. Lose your eyes and claim it's terrible because they will not return, despite you already having them back. Claim our pain is meaningless because you've had worse, yet complain when I act on you despite you having "been through fucking worse." Truly, your hypocrisy is exceeded only by your callousness. You will pay for my children, pay for all the Flesh lost and pain suffered."

"And you think you fucking got better? You dared to fucking hurt my sister and her boyfriend. And my friend.

You are one lucky shit they weren't hurt. If they were, I will make sure you die. You understand me? I've been through death, hell, suicide, the wrath of gods, high water, whatever. I don't give a shit as to what you can throw at me. But if you fucking touch my siblings...

I. Will. End. You.

No ifs. No buts. So how about you fuck off and get your flesh some other way and I fuck off and not touch your shit? Because if you even fucking think about it, I will end you. Murderer? And you're saying that fleshshaping my friends into furniture wouldn't make you one? Please. I've heard worse.

Pissing someone off who has contacts throughout half the multiverse and then control over the metaphysical? I'd rather not fight, but you are fucking pushing me.  So piss off. Before I give you something to worry about apart from your lost flesh.

You can either piss off and I will not fuck up your shit, or you can continue and see why the hell an age old statue who's practically invincible is scared of me angry. Either way, negotiations are fucking over."


Richard holds his middle finger up and ignores whatever the voice has to say. The voice finds itself unable to contact Richard.

"How about this.. We go get tea, and then do some stuff~"

"I-Is that P-Pink talking?"

"Yes, as if being blind isn't going to somehow inconvenience me. Course I'm gonna bloody complain about my eyes, they aren't respawning. Your harvesters on the other hand, ARE.

Go bother Phyliss or something."

"Uhhhh..."
Medea is still as red as she was.

((OTHER ONE))
Richard just raises a middle finger up.
"Oh cry me a bloody river. Pain and suffering? Gee, I've lived with a literal nightmare, a physical god and a fucking psychopath for two years, you think psychological warfare works on me?"

Richard reappears, with his eyes back in place, groaning.
"Fucking prick. That stung.

Had to fork over five hundred thousand bucks, but I'm not staying blind."
Albrecht opens the cockpit. They seemed to have landed near another city.