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[Thistle's in a bad mood, not that it'd be easy to tell one of her bad moods from her good moods. She's lounging in an armchair in the study and sharpening a throwing knife. When she's satisfied, she flings it at the entrance.

Should you happen to walk in at this moment, this will probably sail uncomfortably close to your head and land with a loud thwack as it's embedded in the door frame.]

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[She narrows her eyes and lifts her head when she sees someone wander in.

...oh. You.

She takes another knife from her jacket and begins sharpening it. Maybe with her next throw she can lop off one of your batwings. :'>]

*any follow-up knives will be blasted to smithereens, but feel free to try*

Having fun?

[i h8 u :[ ]

I was.

[There's a collection of gashes in the wall and door frame from earlier tosses. She only has three throwing knives, so she has to get up and collect them whenever she runs out. it's a lot of work :( ]

*sorry 4 party rockin*

You've certainly been busy.

As if there's anything else to do in this wretched place.

[who are you kidding, thistle, you love wrecking the fancy furniture and decor]

You certainly have barbaric tastes.

'Tastes'? And I suppose you enjoy being trapped in this posh hell.

I was referring to the slinging around of bits of metal. I can't imagine it's very satisfying. Nor constructive.

Satisfying?

I beg to differ.

Though not nearly so satisfying as putting them to flesh and bone.

I hardly expect a woman to understand.

Oh? I see little difference between us.

*wow rude sonata*

[i am OBVIOUSLY way cooler]

I only look like this due to a curse! I am... I was a man.

Hohh...

*ew dudes*

I suppose you really are human.

Hmmmf.

Now, perhaps.

Powerless as I might be, I would rather be mortal than a servant.

I choose neither.

[Her lip wrinkles.]

I did not get much of a choice in the matter.

[She narrows her eyes slightly. Your world is confusing >:T]

Magic, in my experience, is not powered by song so much as blood and suffering.

*soooOOOOoooorry*

Ha. Well. People will always find a way to bring blood and suffering into the equation.

Hmf.

True enough.

[She turns her attention back to sharpening her knife.]

I take it you had nothing like the Millennium Items in your continuum.

"Millennium Items"? Doesn't sound familiar.

Tch.

Then you are alike in superficial appearance only.

They were magical items created to give the powers of the gods to mere men.

[She examines her knife, nonchalant.]

I almost managed to destroy the world twice with their combined power.

[SOFT WISTFUL SIGH]

So you failed.

I succeeded in my goals. I failed in my execution.

It's difficult to get a satisfactory revenge when everyone responsible died in a fallen empire centuries ago.

[She sinks into her chair.]

You're lucky to not know what they are.

Ah, yes. I see the problem.

Am I?

Yes.

Were it not for them, I would've lived and died a normal, unremarkable life in Egypt long ago.

If a mechanical being can even understand the desire for such a thing.

"Mechanical", is it?

You said you were created by humans, were you not?

[i don't know if she's put together that sonata and space are from the same world.. but........]

Artificial, if nothing else.