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[wolfishflame]

[After getting the lowdown from a rather nice lady, a very annoyed-looking young woman is staring balefully at the camera.]

Are you serious.

Are you serious.

Because people keep explaining this Life-Death-Dreaming thing to me and it sounds like bullshit. There are two planes I can be on and I’m apparently not on either of them and that is so much bullshit I have apparently been dropped into the former pasture of a hekatomb of oxen because what the hell.

Look. Look at this. [She holds up her journal with a helpful diagram of a stick figure, a vertical line, and another stick figure, and a double-sided arrow.] My soul can be Waking, or it can be Otherside, or it can occasionally be both at the same time because my life is a dumpster fire. Not this, okay? [She puts the journal down, raises her hand, and taps the labradorite ring she’s wearing.] My soul is not in a rock. Even if it’s a really pretty rock, and I know from pretty rocks.

[Frustratedly:] Like, oh my gods. Every single god I have ever met. All of them. Up to and including Inari-Ōkami. For the love of baby Jesus in his mangery crib. Put me back. I want to speak to the manager. Yeah. The spell manager.

Fix this, Obama.

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[wolfishflame]

What kind of cheekbones are we talking here? Like so sharp they could cut a man, or??

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[annihilist]

Not quite, but getting there. Prominent enough to be distracting.

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[wolfishflame]

Very good. Weaponized facial features are always a plus.

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[annihilist]

The fangs can certainly leave an impression.

[Is it a pun? It's definitely a pun.]

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[wolfishflame]

Haaaaa!

Good one.

I think I like you, Devin.

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[annihilist]

Put a pin in that. You don't know me well enough to make a well-informed assessment.

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[wolfishflame]

Try me. I have good instincts.

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[annihilist]

I think what you call instinct, in this case, is a stubborn insistence to not be wrong.

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[wolfishflame]

Yeah, well, I've got that, too.

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[annihilist]

Best you know which is which, then.

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[wolfishflame]

They're not mutually exclusive.

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[annihilist]

Not always, but it's worth examining where your motivation is coming from.

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[wolfishflame]

You know what's also worth examining the motivation for? Excessive negativity.

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[annihilist]

If that's a habit you've found yourself falling into on top of the stubbornness, yes.

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[wolfishflame]

That one was directed at you, champ.

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[annihilist]

Was it now? Dear me, I would never have guessed.

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[wolfishflame]

Now, now, sarcasm isn't becoming of a gentleman.

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[annihilist]

Well, lucky for me that I'm no gentleman. I'd be nowhere without sarcasm.

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[wolfishflame]

You and I have that in common.

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[annihilist]

May that be the only thing.

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[wolfishflame]

Pfft. Emo.

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[annihilist]

Can you not come up with a more inventive description?

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[wolfishflame]

I mean, I could, but why would I when there's a three-letter word that's so apt? It's efficient.

But if you insist: You are a self-deprecating man with exceedingly low self-esteem and seriously need to lighten up. Also, you probably listen to My Chemical Romance.

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[annihilist]

That's a detailed description, not an inventive one.

And I much prefer Frank Sinatra or Eva Cassidy.

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[wolfishflame]

Ha! Nerd.

Inventive, eh?: You are a gelatinous meat sack held together by a chitinous endoskeleton. Your brain is mostly water and also sad because it is in your body because you have some deep-seated issues that you probably need therapy for. You probably need to clean your fingernails and brush your fangs more often. And your favorite is O negative on the rocks, splash of tequila, with one of those cute little umbrellas.