are you bored yet?

[All seven of their pupils focus on Tavin's finger as he goes to boop them. Author does not move until he's scooted back, just squinting at him for a moment before.. bursting out laughing.]

[Their laugh is an odd mix of a human laugh and a foxy cackle. It doesn't last too long, as the god phases through the wall fully and end up sitting on his desk, their feet dangling off the edge. Their hand floats up to rub at their face as they calm down to a more manageable level of amusement.]

[The portal they came here through gets stitched closed right behind them, but for a moment, Tavin can see a sort of dome made up of hundreds of shards of glass, each one showing a different scene, character, universe. The barely understandable whispers cease as the portal dissapears for good. He might have recognised his sister's voice in there, faintly.]

I shall not implode you for-

[They spoke a little too early. Some more giggling slips out of their mouth.]

-Apologies, my apologies. I shall not implode you for- "booping" me. Why would I?

-🦊

[If Tavin was asked, no he was not afraid of all seven eyeballs watching him scoot away make room for the new visitor. That would be silly]

[Tavin frowns at the sudden occurence. Author casually phasing through a very solid wall and leaving an excess portal in their wake. What the fuck. The portal intrigues him. The colors and figures catch their eye and direct their attention to it. The tones of the oh-so-familiar voice are not lost on them either. He stares at the portal wantonly as it closes, lost.]

[Tavin reels back again once he's refocused. At the Author coming into his space and just. Laughing. The fox-being was laughing at him. At least he hoped it was a laugh, the weird crackle befuddles them more than anything. They could be lying, just waiting for him to get comfortable and-]

So... you-

[Tavin pauses, realizing he hadn't spoken. He squints at the Author in ]

Are- are you reading my fucking thoughts now?

[Author's eyebrows shoot up in surprise before an expression akin to one of a kid who was caught doing something they weren't supposed to overtakes their face. One of their paws floats up to scratch at the back of their head as Author looks away in slight embarassement.]

"..Potentially? To my own dismay, this is one of the abilities that I do not have control over. I cannot choose what I see or hear. Typically I just ignore others' thoughts for the sake of politeness, like one might ignore an overheard conversation in a public space, but your idea was far too amusing and I've forgotten my manners. My apologies."

[Tavin's face shifts through many emotions. Disgust (shortlived), confusion, betrayal (also rather shortlived), and so on- which all bleed into a form of weirded out acceptance. This is probably the weirdest scenario he's ever been in, so it'd only make sense that Author can read his fucking mind.]

Right. Let's not do that again.

[Author watches Tavin's face shift through emotions; He seems conflicted, circling between them for a bit before finally landing on some form of acceptance. It's like watching a kalidescope. They nod in response.]

"Of course!"

[You'd think that they would follow up with something, some explanation or idea or a change of topic. ...But Miss Midnight did note that they talk a lot, so perhaps it would be more appropriate to not. So they stay silent and swing their legs from the edge of the table. During the silence, all seven of the god's eyes keep making intense eye contact with Tavin, as per usual, not seeing anything wrong with that. A minute passes. They don't seem to feel awkward whatsoever and aren't planning on speaking up first. Surely this is normal human activities? That's what hanging out with people is like, yes?]

[They don't blink.]

[Tavin feels the eyes on them. The quiet increases as the two come into some form of on and off staring contest, which he fails miserably at. Not fair when you have two eyes against seven. They probably don't even need to blink. He shrivels in on himself after a while of the staring and even when he looks away he can still tell he is being watched. He finally bursts as the unbearable quiet continues]

Could you- maybe not stare at me? Or... maybe talk? Talking would be cool. Or maybe even tell me why you decided to come in person possibly?

"!"

[Author makes a quick sort of humming noise, and looks slightly to the left of Tavin, before taking to just looking around the room instead. There wasn't much to look at, the room pretty much lacked decorations, but they didn't mind.. much.]

"You were wondering what my physical form resembled. I chose to come in person in an effort to wrap up your rumination.. As well as to push your story back into action, if I am able to."

[The god crossed their knees and looked up at the ceiling in thought, having run out of other things to stare at in the room.]

"Say, what is it that you require to start moving towards your goals? Of which you have two at the very least: to find your sister and to escape your place. You have the motivation, and yet you stall. So, I am asking you, what is it that you require and how can I provide you with those things?"

"Push my- maybe we can start with not calling my life a 'story?' Metaphors are cool and all but I don't want to imagine myself as a story right now."

[As he talks, he shifts his weight in between his feet. Not a whole lot, just enough to exert a little excess energy. Tavin looks at Author still a little distrusting yet he holds more of a curiosity in his gaze.]

"You came to this shithole to fix me that's-"

[His tone drops as his sister is mentioned. He looks at the entity sitting across from him, his eyebrows narrowing]

"What is the point of mentioning her though? Out of all the- nevermind."

[Tavin bites the inside of his lip]

I guess I've delayed leaving because a: I cant determine if she's actually here and where she could actually be. Reason b is obvious, I don't know what's gonna happen to me once I leave here. It's at least somewhat predictable here. I pretend to do shit and I at least have a roof over my head. Reason c is kinda like reason b. I could leave, but what am I supposed to do. I have no ID, nothing to get by. Reason d-"

[Tavin is ready to list it all. Every reason he'd been thinking through when he had nothing else to do. Would he give everything to have something of a normal? Sure. But life isn't one of these dumb tv shows or movies. He can't magically be happy and healthy and unlonely. This entity before him couldn't change that]

"I am not calling your life a story, I am calling your story a story. Your life is still in motion, evidently, as you are not yet dead, hereby, how would I push it back into motion?"

[Author frowns at the mention that they came here to fix him and fixes their gaze back on the mortal. The god looks.. almost offended by the implications. Just as Tavin pauses for a moment to take a breath, they speak up, impatient to correct the misunderstanding.]

"You are in no need of being 'fixed'. Especially not by me, or by anybody else, frankly. Last time I checked, you were not a robot, nor a dog."

[And then, they look away, letting Tavin list all of the reasons for why he couldn't- shouldn't leave. They listen intently, but can't help noticing that all those words, all those expressions, they all amount to the same thing. It is fascinating, really, and ironic. Miss Midnight told them that they talk a lot. Author lets him speak his mind, glancing back and forth between him and the wall to make sure that he knows they're listening. And then, when he has nothing more to say, they re-enter conversation, their tone now softer.]

"There are too many unknown details, and that scares you? Is that it?"

[Tavin stares at Author, the look is soft but analytical still. He shifts his gaze to various places in the room before eventually coming back to Author.]

Having a story- you know what never mind I am not having a theological debate with you.

[Tavin sighs as he continues to listen to the author, eyes getting smaller as they mention "being fixed" by definition. But he doesn't interrupt because, again, this is not a conversation he wants to have. As he speaks he watches Author's eyes for a minute. This does not last long because he loses track of which eye decides to focus on, and instead locks onto his computer.]

[When Author points out he's afraid, he stares back at Author. He isn't afraid of it. He has known variables of how he would fail. There's not a whole lot unknown besides where he would go or what he would do. ]

I'm not afraid. It's... the devil's in the details. Whatever.

[All seven of their pupils focus on Tavin's finger as he goes to boop them. Author does not move until he's scooted back, just squinting at him for a moment before.. bursting out laughing.]

[Their laugh is an odd mix of a human laugh and a foxy cackle. It doesn't last too long, as the god phases through the wall fully and end up sitting on his desk, their feet dangling off the edge. Their hand floats up to rub at their face as they calm down to a more manageable level of amusement.]

[The portal they came here through gets stitched closed right behind them, but for a moment, Tavin can see a sort of dome made up of hundreds of shards of glass, each one showing a different scene, character, universe. The barely understandable whispers cease as the portal dissapears for good. He might have recognised his sister's voice in there, faintly.]

I shall not implode you for-

[They spoke a little too early. Some more giggling slips out of their mouth.]

-Apologies, my apologies. I shall not implode you for- "booping" me. Why would I?

-🦊

[If Tavin was asked, no he was not afraid of all seven eyeballs watching him scoot away make room for the new visitor. That would be silly]

[Tavin frowns at the sudden occurence. Author casually phasing through a very solid wall and leaving an excess portal in their wake. What the fuck. The portal intrigues him. The colors and figures catch their eye and direct their attention to it. The tones of the oh-so-familiar voice are not lost on them either. He stares at the portal wantonly as it closes, lost.]

[Tavin reels back again once he's refocused. At the Author coming into his space and just. Laughing. The fox-being was laughing at him. At least he hoped it was a laugh, the weird crackle befuddles them more than anything. They could be lying, just waiting for him to get comfortable and-]

So... you-

[Tavin pauses, realizing he hadn't spoken. He squints at the Author in ]

Are- are you reading my fucking thoughts now?

[Author's eyebrows shoot up in surprise before an expression akin to one of a kid who was caught doing something they weren't supposed to overtakes their face. One of their paws floats up to scratch at the back of their head as Author looks away in slight embarassement.]

"..Potentially? To my own dismay, this is one of the abilities that I do not have control over. I cannot choose what I see or hear. Typically I just ignore others' thoughts for the sake of politeness, like one might ignore an overheard conversation in a public space, but your idea was far too amusing and I've forgotten my manners. My apologies."

[Tavin's face shifts through many emotions. Disgust (shortlived), confusion, betrayal (also rather shortlived), and so on- which all bleed into a form of weirded out acceptance. This is probably the weirdest scenario he's ever been in, so it'd only make sense that Author can read his fucking mind.]

Right. Let's not do that again.

[Author watches Tavin's face shift through emotions; He seems conflicted, circling between them for a bit before finally landing on some form of acceptance. It's like watching a kalidescope. They nod in response.]

"Of course!"

[You'd think that they would follow up with something, some explanation or idea or a change of topic. ...But Miss Midnight did note that they talk a lot, so perhaps it would be more appropriate to not. So they stay silent and swing their legs from the edge of the table. During the silence, all seven of the god's eyes keep making intense eye contact with Tavin, as per usual, not seeing anything wrong with that. A minute passes. They don't seem to feel awkward whatsoever and aren't planning on speaking up first. Surely this is normal human activities? That's what hanging out with people is like, yes?]

[They don't blink.]

[Tavin feels the eyes on them. The quiet increases as the two come into some form of on and off staring contest, which he fails miserably at. Not fair when you have two eyes against seven. They probably don't even need to blink. He shrivels in on himself after a while of the staring and even when he looks away he can still tell he is being watched. He finally bursts as the unbearable quiet continues]

Could you- maybe not stare at me? Or... maybe talk? Talking would be cool. Or maybe even tell me why you decided to come in person possibly?

"!"

[Author makes a quick sort of humming noise, and looks slightly to the left of Tavin, before taking to just looking around the room instead. There wasn't much to look at, the room pretty much lacked decorations, but they didn't mind.. much.]

"You were wondering what my physical form resembled. I chose to come in person in an effort to wrap up your rumination.. As well as to push your story back into action, if I am able to."

[The god crossed their knees and looked up at the ceiling in thought, having run out of other things to stare at in the room.]

"Say, what is it that you require to start moving towards your goals? Of which you have two at the very least: to find your sister and to escape your place. You have the motivation, and yet you stall. So, I am asking you, what is it that you require and how can I provide you with those things?"

"Push my- maybe we can start with not calling my life a 'story?' Metaphors are cool and all but I don't want to imagine myself as a story right now."

[As he talks, he shifts his weight in between his feet. Not a whole lot, just enough to exert a little excess energy. Tavin looks at Author still a little distrusting yet he holds more of a curiosity in his gaze.]

"You came to this shithole to fix me that's-"

[His tone drops as his sister is mentioned. He looks at the entity sitting across from him, his eyebrows narrowing]

"What is the point of mentioning her though? Out of all the- nevermind."

[Tavin bites the inside of his lip]

I guess I've delayed leaving because a: I cant determine if she's actually here and where she could actually be. Reason b is obvious, I don't know what's gonna happen to me once I leave here. It's at least somewhat predictable here. I pretend to do shit and I at least have a roof over my head. Reason c is kinda like reason b. I could leave, but what am I supposed to do. I have no ID, nothing to get by. Reason d-"

[Tavin is ready to list it all. Every reason he'd been thinking through when he had nothing else to do. Would he give everything to have something of a normal? Sure. But life isn't one of these dumb tv shows or movies. He can't magically be happy and healthy and unlonely. This entity before him couldn't change that]

#genlosers do rp

[All seven of their pupils focus on Tavin's finger as he goes to boop them. Author does not move until he's scooted back, just squinting at him for a moment before.. bursting out laughing.]

[Their laugh is an odd mix of a human laugh and a foxy cackle. It doesn't last too long, as the god phases through the wall fully and end up sitting on his desk, their feet dangling off the edge. Their hand floats up to rub at their face as they calm down to a more manageable level of amusement.]

[The portal they came here through gets stitched closed right behind them, but for a moment, Tavin can see a sort of dome made up of hundreds of shards of glass, each one showing a different scene, character, universe. The barely understandable whispers cease as the portal dissapears for good. He might have recognised his sister's voice in there, faintly.]

I shall not implode you for-

[They spoke a little too early. Some more giggling slips out of their mouth.]

-Apologies, my apologies. I shall not implode you for- "booping" me. Why would I?

-🦊

[If Tavin was asked, no he was not afraid of all seven eyeballs watching him scoot away make room for the new visitor. That would be silly]

[Tavin frowns at the sudden occurence. Author casually phasing through a very solid wall and leaving an excess portal in their wake. What the fuck. The portal intrigues him. The colors and figures catch their eye and direct their attention to it. The tones of the oh-so-familiar voice are not lost on them either. He stares at the portal wantonly as it closes, lost.]

[Tavin reels back again once he's refocused. At the Author coming into his space and just. Laughing. The fox-being was laughing at him. At least he hoped it was a laugh, the weird crackle befuddles them more than anything. They could be lying, just waiting for him to get comfortable and-]

So... you-

[Tavin pauses, realizing he hadn't spoken. He squints at the Author in ]

Are- are you reading my fucking thoughts now?

[Author's eyebrows shoot up in surprise before an expression akin to one of a kid who was caught doing something they weren't supposed to overtakes their face. One of their paws floats up to scratch at the back of their head as Author looks away in slight embarassement.]

"..Potentially? To my own dismay, this is one of the abilities that I do not have control over. I cannot choose what I see or hear. Typically I just ignore others' thoughts for the sake of politeness, like one might ignore an overheard conversation in a public space, but your idea was far too amusing and I've forgotten my manners. My apologies."

[Tavin's face shifts through many emotions. Disgust (shortlived), confusion, betrayal (also rather shortlived), and so on- which all bleed into a form of weirded out acceptance. This is probably the weirdest scenario he's ever been in, so it'd only make sense that Author can read his fucking mind.]

Right. Let's not do that again.

[Author watches Tavin's face shift through emotions; He seems conflicted, circling between them for a bit before finally landing on some form of acceptance. It's like watching a kalidescope. They nod in response.]

"Of course!"

[You'd think that they would follow up with something, some explanation or idea or a change of topic. ...But Miss Midnight did note that they talk a lot, so perhaps it would be more appropriate to not. So they stay silent and swing their legs from the edge of the table. During the silence, all seven of the god's eyes keep making intense eye contact with Tavin, as per usual, not seeing anything wrong with that. A minute passes. They don't seem to feel awkward whatsoever and aren't planning on speaking up first. Surely this is normal human activities? That's what hanging out with people is like, yes?]

[They don't blink.]

[Tavin feels the eyes on them. The quiet increases as the two come into some form of on and off staring contest, which he fails miserably at. Not fair when you have two eyes against seven. They probably don't even need to blink. He shrivels in on himself after a while of the staring and even when he looks away he can still tell he is being watched. He finally bursts as the unbearable quiet continues]

Could you- maybe not stare at me? Or... maybe talk? Talking would be cool. Or maybe even tell me why you decided to come in person possibly?

#genlosers do rp

[All seven of their pupils focus on Tavin's finger as he goes to boop them. Author does not move until he's scooted back, just squinting at him for a moment before.. bursting out laughing.]

[Their laugh is an odd mix of a human laugh and a foxy cackle. It doesn't last too long, as the god phases through the wall fully and end up sitting on his desk, their feet dangling off the edge. Their hand floats up to rub at their face as they calm down to a more manageable level of amusement.]

[The portal they came here through gets stitched closed right behind them, but for a moment, Tavin can see a sort of dome made up of hundreds of shards of glass, each one showing a different scene, character, universe. The barely understandable whispers cease as the portal dissapears for good. He might have recognised his sister's voice in there, faintly.]

I shall not implode you for-

[They spoke a little too early. Some more giggling slips out of their mouth.]

-Apologies, my apologies. I shall not implode you for- "booping" me. Why would I?

-🦊

[If Tavin was asked, no he was not afraid of all seven eyeballs watching him scoot away make room for the new visitor. That would be silly]

[Tavin frowns at the sudden occurence. Author casually phasing through a very solid wall and leaving an excess portal in their wake. What the fuck. The portal intrigues him. The colors and figures catch their eye and direct their attention to it. The tones of the oh-so-familiar voice are not lost on them either. He stares at the portal wantonly as it closes, lost.]

[Tavin reels back again once he's refocused. At the Author coming into his space and just. Laughing. The fox-being was laughing at him. At least he hoped it was a laugh, the weird crackle befuddles them more than anything. They could be lying, just waiting for him to get comfortable and-]

So... you-

[Tavin pauses, realizing he hadn't spoken. He squints at the Author in ]

Are- are you reading my fucking thoughts now?

[Author's eyebrows shoot up in surprise before an expression akin to one of a kid who was caught doing something they weren't supposed to overtakes their face. One of their paws floats up to scratch at the back of their head as Author looks away in slight embarassement.]

"..Potentially? To my own dismay, this is one of the abilities that I do not have control over. I cannot choose what I see or hear. Typically I just ignore others' thoughts for the sake of politeness, like one might ignore an overheard conversation in a public space, but your idea was far too amusing and I've forgotten my manners. My apologies."

#genlosers do rp #clean edit

[Tavin's face shifts through many emotions. Disgust (shortlived), confusion, betrayal (also rather shortlived), and so on- which all bleed into a form of weirded out acceptance. This is probably the weirdest scenario he's ever been in, so it'd only make sense that Author can read his fucking mind.]

Right. Let's not do that again.

[All seven of their pupils focus on Tavin's finger as he goes to boop them. Author does not move until he's scooted back, just squinting at him for a moment before.. bursting out laughing.]

[Their laugh is an odd mix of a human laugh and a foxy cackle. It doesn't last too long, as the god phases through the wall fully and end up sitting on his desk, their feet dangling off the edge. Their hand floats up to rub at their face as they calm down to a more manageable level of amusement.]

[The portal they came here through gets stitched closed right behind them, but for a moment, Tavin can see a sort of dome made up of hundreds of shards of glass, each one showing a different scene, character, universe. The barely understandable whispers cease as the portal dissapears for good. He might have recognised his sister's voice in there, faintly.]

I shall not implode you for-

[They spoke a little too early. Some more giggling slips out of their mouth.]

-Apologies, my apologies. I shall not implode you for- "booping" me. Why would I?

-🦊

[If Tavin was asked, no he was not afraid of all seven eyeballs watching him scoot away make room for the new visitor. That would be silly]

[Tavin frowns at the sudden occurence. Author casually phasing through a very solid wall and leaving an excess portal in their wake. What the fuck. The portal intrigues him. The colors and figures catch their eye and direct their attention to it. The tones of the oh-so-familiar voice are not lost on them either. He stares at the portal wantonly as it closes, lost.]

[Tavin reels back again once he's refocused. At the Author coming into his space and just. Laughing. The fox-being was laughing at him. At least he hoped it was a laugh, the weird crackle befuddles them more than anything. They could be lying, just waiting for him to get comfortable and-]

So... you-

[Tavin pauses, realizing he hadn't spoken. He squints at the Author in ]

Are- are you reading my fucking thoughts now?

I was not stating that dying is for losers although that is an amusing sentence, now that I have said it. False, but amusing. You were wondering whether you are the worst out of all of your other selves. The answer is no, you are not. I was basing my reply on what I supposed you counted as failure.

You should not underestimate yourself. But, in any case, I do not quite think that I will be able to explain my choice of who to watch. If it is reassuring, I watch most people in this building, not only you.

And, lastly.

[A foxy face peeks through the place in the wall he was just eyeing a second ago. They're grinning.]

If you wanted me to show myself, you should have simply asked.

-🦊

-okay. Maybe you're not a big dick. My bad.

And yes. I get I'm not special and I'm not the only one being watched here. I'm pretty sure you already told me this.

Now I wonder. You see so many opportunities, apparently. Are there more of you? From what I understand, all gods have multiple variants too. What do you think of yourself then, if you do see your-

[Tavin catches the face in the corner of his eye. He reels back into his chair as he gasps, trying to catch his breath. He puts a hand over his chest. He shoots a sort of angry glance at Author, turning down his brows as he squints at the new face magically phasing through the wall.]

HoLY FUCK. Can you-

Can you not just APPEAR in my WALLS? That'd- that'd be appreciated, actually.

[An accusatory finger is pointed at Author as he speaks. He's a bit indignant when he starts, but there's not a whole lot of firepower in his voice as he winds down. There's a long pause between the two of them. Neither move or say another word. Tavin sits, calculating his next move. The last conversation had left his mind the minute he saw Author in his wall. He thinks of a new opportunity and sets his mind before he can talk himself out of it. He slowly rolls his chair over to the wall. Tavin boops Author's nose before immediately scooting back.]

[Tavin decides if he's gonna be imploded, he can go knowing he booped a god.]

There are rules in place, even for me. Mostly the constraints of the story itself. For example, technically I could kill everybody instantly, purely judging by my level of power, but, first of all, I have no reason to do so, and second of all, there are.. certain other entities that I have to abide by the rules of. If they do not wish you death, then you will not die. I am afraid that I cannot speak about them in detail.

If you are worried about me stealing more of your memories than I have been promised, then do not worry. I do not need to trick you to find out more of your story.

We were talking about the multiverse because I am from another universe. Or universes. I tend to travel a lot.

And no, you are not the "worst" one out of all universes. Not by far. An infinite number of them are rotting in the ground already, and you are not. I do not know what you consider as being a "loser", but I would assume that you prefer life over death, at least mostly.

-🦊

I see I see. Lots to be said for you. I get you can't talk about these other "gods" or whatever. Thank g- fuck for rules, I guess.

[Tavin hums, looking at his nails. He looks up to a vacant spot on the wall, imagining some kind of face, though it doesn't stay long. He gives up trying and continues to stare at the wall, pretending to hold a conversation with it.]

Why continue talking to me? I'm just some guy stuck in a place that's literally going nowhere. Nothing but busy work to do, and the only human who even thinks about talking to me is some guy that may forget about me by the time he gets back to his room.

Even if half of "the other me"s are in the ground, doesn't make me a loser. Besides, if you count being dead being a loser... well... maybe you're a little bit of a dick. What if their death was out of their own hands?

What does being a loser have to do with the state of your life?

I took all of your memories from the moment you stepped into this place and until the point you made the deal, mostly. Taking memories is not often straightforward and you have brought up some good examples of why it is not. When taking memories I usually either take what interests me in particular, or whatever the person making the deal expects me to take.

It does not neccesarily affect you. I have your memories, that is all. We made a deal, not a contract, it was a singular exchange and that is it. You are not "tied" to me. Soul-binding does exist, but this was not an important enough deal to require its involvement. I watch you only because I am curious in your story, not because I am obligated to.

You are not "changed", but, as I stated in one of my past messages, you may summon me now if you would like to make another deal. It is more of an offer than an ability.

I am not certain that you truly want the answer to your last question. Most people do not take kindly to the idea of the multiverse.

-🦊

You took my memories. Riiiiiight. Okay.

So say I were to ask you to take something. But you really wanted something else. What's stopping you from taking what you want and just erasing my memory of it? Not claiming you're bad but-

[Tavin pauses to let himself think. Is he really accusing this entity of taking other things? Of lying to him? Possibly giving them ideas? He sure hopes not. He would prefer not having divine intervention because he pissed a god off.]

I don't know if I'd care to make another deal. That's a personal preference of not owing shit to people actually.

[Tavin frowns]

The multiverse. It really isn't that bad to think about. Many versions of you. All different, but still in some way it's you. Maybe he's happier and loving. Open to things. Had a better childhood. Never had to deal with... never had to leave h-

[Is he just the biggest loser of every possible him?]

Oh I'm sorry, got distracted there. Why were we talking about the multiverse again?

We made a deal. You traded the memories of your time in Showfall for memories of your time before. I hold a part of you, your story now.

Currently I am simply watching how your story unfold, there is not much other connection between us. But you asked what I meant by "god" and I replied, is that not how a conversation works?

-🦊

Ah. I guess I remember that vaguely, at least the end of it.

As far as your god thing goes. I ask because I want to know how it affects me being watched. How it affects me with you having... how did you put it? "Part of me"

What is the statute of that really? Having part of me, where does it start and where does it end? Suppose you have bits of me from the Showfall mindset (which I would heavily argue there are no actual personalities in this hellhole). What do you define as memories from here? From the minute I walked in from the front door? Or the moment I became someone else? How do you decide where to take from someone?

...But that's beside the point. Back to my main question. How am I changed because I'm tied to you?

Also where the fuck do you come from if you're not from here

Have I not introduced myself previously? I am pretty sure that I have. Either way, there is no harm in introducing myself once more.

My name is Author. I am a deity of Storytelling, Writing and History. I do not originate from this world, so I am not your god necessarily, but I am a god. I am open to whatever questions you may have.

-🦊

I don't remember if you have introduced yourself, all I know you is the furry that made my brain hurt.

So you're a god. Literature god practically. Other world other- Okay.

And this affects me how?

#genlosers do rp #clean edit

I have shit to do

...Perhaps I should start using tone indicators. My words get misinterpreted far too often. I was attempting to tease you.

Either way, if you wish to talk to me, you may summon me. I do not mind. A god always has time for the ones they're observing.

-🦊

I'm a little bit text-blind. You can send me anything you ever want to but I probably will not take it how you want me to

...I can't even tell when you guys are bullshitting me anymore. What the fuck do you mean god

The fact that you two are siblings is painfully obvious, if not because of your appearance and personality, then from your ability to eagerly make poor decisions.

-🦊

Why are you talking to me if you are going to be insisting we're connected from negative traits. Didn't realize that was a thing to note.

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I'm going to go do busy work. Bye.

Far is a purely subjective word, you are aware of that? She might not be as "far" as you would think. That is what I intended to make you aware of. Please take careful notice of that fact.

I have no intent of mocking you.

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Far is subjective, yes. A lot of things are. But I don't understand why you're bringing it up. In conjunction to- her. She's gone and far away from here. Unless you plan to tell me that-

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She's still here, isn't she.

I am simply making you aware of her presence.

She is quite intense, is she not? She seems to have a lot of opinions and absolutely no awareness of what they actually entail. It is amusing to witness.

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I know she exists. I don't understand why you bring her up. Perhaps to mock me. I think it is safe to address it as if you are.

And no she isn't that bad. She's only like that when she's being pushed to do so. What makes her so amusing to you? What has she said to make you fuckers amused?

Why would you tell me about someone far far... far away from here?