Meanwhile...

[say_thee_nay]

[Somewhere, you may hear a shrill, little voice yelling at a computer...]

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IMPOSTOR! You are not Thor! Leave that tiny jumping picture box and let us do battle!

((OOC: Deaged, whatever, etc. Happy Thursday. Edit: Out for the night, will pick up tomorrow! Thanks!))

Comments

[bluetilator]

People do not come out of the little box. I've had it explained to me and it is so.

[bluetilator]

Because without this shell the world cannot contain my power. I am not the body; I am inside the body.

[say_thee_nay]

You... are like a spirit?

[bluetilator]

I am Illyria! No others are like me!

[say_thee_nay]

You said you were of the Old Ones, so they must be like you.

[bluetilator]

We are all ourselves and they are pathetic spineless creatures.

[say_thee_nay]

[Perks up.]

They are snails, then! Snails have shells, but not spines or bones.

[bluetilator]

They are like snails. I would as easily crush them beneath my feet.

[say_thee_nay]

That would be cruel, and your feet would then be slimy.

[bluetilator]

I would enjoy it. I do not care if my feet get slimy.

[say_thee_nay]

You will be scolded if you walk across clean floors, though.

[bluetilator]

I would not listen to such scolding!

[say_thee_nay]

Then you will be denied dinner, or else candy!

[bluetilator]

I do not care for candy.

[say_thee_nay]

[... doth not computate.]

You have never had candy, have you?

[bluetilator]

I have tried candy. It is not as pleasant as the ground up bones of my foes.