(3:23:57 PM) Anke: Where is Suitov going to get involved [in the Twine Wars storyline], anyway?
(3:24:20 PM) Mutt: He's with Soprone, but not at the very beginning.
(3:25:46 PM) Anke: Any more plans already, or waiting to see what happens first?
(3:26:03 PM) Mutt: I don't have plans, nope.
(3:26:44 PM) ***Anke is wondering how to get Yrn involved
(3:26:46 PM) Weft: Well, obviously they wait until they're really desperate, then get drunk and drugged off their faces, then fall and hit their heads on a gutter, and THEN hiring him starts to look like a good idea.
(3:27:06 PM) Vespers: but at some point he transitions, willingly or not, from being 'with' someone, to being more of a cult of personality, right?
(3:27:40 PM) Mutt: Cult of personality sounds so... cultish.
(3:28:27 PM) Mutt: Let's just call it a little treason.
(3:28:58 PM) Anke: well, as long as it's just a little
(3:28:21 PM) Vespers: I mean, it's obvious that by the height of the war, Suitov is a power, not the bully-boy of a power. Or it wouldn't be Suitov we're talking about. And you know perfectly well all the best generals' forces were a cult of personality
(3:28:45 PM) Vespers: Napoleon, Wellington, Grant, Lee, Washington...
(3:28:54 PM) Mutt: Right, in that sense.
(3:29:21 PM) Mutt: "Cult" has all kinds of unpleasant associations for me, ha.
(3:30:51 PM) Vespers: Cult of personality =/= traditional 'cult', although traditional cults ARE also cults of personality, generally speaking. and, well, call it hero worship if you like
(3:30:59 PM) Vespers: dunno if you like that better :P
(3:31:27 PM) Suitov: I think I preferred empire of blackest snow.
(3:32:19 PM) Suitov: Or "northern terror", that was a good one.
(3:30:53 PM) Mutt: Where he fits with the rest of Shade, if that's what you're asking, Ves, is as a smaller (or certainly not the biggest... you kinda need land to support being huge) BUT very high-tech power.
(3:32:03 PM) Vespers: so he's a hammer. Not a, well, avalanche like the Flag.
(3:32:59 PM) Suitov: We're a laser rifle.
(3:33:10 PM) Anke: Cute
(3:33:35 PM) Vespers: laser rifles ain't much good against avalanches :P
(3:33:59 PM) Suitov: It's your analogy.
(3:34:20 PM) Vespers: (great mental image. "Stay back! I'm warning you!" *pew pew SCHLOMP*)
(3:34:49 PM) Weft: I've seen him face down an avalanche and I don't remember the *pew pew* bit.
(3:35:35 PM) Vespers: hah, rather
(3:35:37 PM) Anke: VERY cute. <3
(3:36:18 PM) Weft: I remember it as more terrifying and very loud.
(3:36:14 PM) Vespers: Weft's pretty supportive. Sure you haven't gotten him mixed up with vamp-weft?
(3:36:41 PM) Weft: I am NOT suppotrgviiveeveddsafdsfsfsdf *hiss*
(3:37:03 PM) Anke: X)
(3:37:13 PM) Weft: DIE.
(3:37:20 PM) Weft: I'll make you eat your own liver.
(3:37:46 PM) Felix: It'd be tasty. I eat well.
(3:37:57 PM) Anke: meh
(3:38:12 PM) Weft: Yes, eat well, because it shall be your last... well, last liver.
(3:38:18 PM) Vespers: By the way, Weft totally is adorable
(3:38:27 PM) Vespers: he's such a kitty :P
(3:38:55 PM) Weft: DIE IN A MAGICALLY-INDUCED COMA WHERE YOU'RE IN UNSPEAKABLE AGONIES RELIVING EVERY NIGHTMARE YOU EVER
(3:38:55 PM) Suitov: Calm. Down.
(3:38:55 PM) Weft: ...sorrysir
(3:39:43 PM) Vespers: sort of a kitty crossed with a tiny baby puppydog that's totally in love with you [*]
(3:39:33 PM) Anke: The more hissyfits you throw, the less seriously people take them...
(3:39:44 PM) Anke: ... so save them up.
(3:40:20 PM) Weft: I have like a year's supply in my shoulder muscles alone.
(3:41:03 PM) Anke: Sounds like you could do with a massage
(3:41:42 PM) Weft: Sounds like anyone attempting it wouldn't value their life.
(3:43:27 PM) Anke: Why are you in such a bad mood today?
(3:46:10 PM) Weft: Mr. Vespers called me a *inaudible*
[And Vespers had to go to bed here]

[*] Whole bottles of ink, or the equivalent online, have been spilt over who Vespers meant by "you".

"My total bad" Müttly Föe gasped concernedly because he was concerned. "I am so sorry Morty, is your neck ok. There must have been more blood than I thought in that Bloody Mary body paint of yours because I lost control."

"Quite. Think nothing of it actually I enjoyed it." Valdemar Assured him. He purred and nibbled Müttly Föe's neck so there were obviously no hard feelings remaining, although give him half an hour and he could probably manage another round.

Valdemar added "Besides I knew you were a vampire (half) beforehand because you insist on telling everyone you meet."

"That is all right then" sighed Müttly Föe who was relieved it was all right.

"When you get leathered enough Val, you enjoy anything," Felix smirked while picking up his underpants from the floor with a foot, "believe me Föe tonight was positively tame compared to what he gets up to. The number of times I've had to magic some nasty rash off his..."

"That's enough Felix!" Shouted Valdemar as soon as he stopped choking on his vodka and Red Bull.

"Well that was fun but I'm still completely mashed." Contemplated Felix. "I know, I have some parchment here. If Föe here can control himself for five minutes"

"I said I was sorry!" Whined Müttly Föe manfully.

"Fine, so as I was saying, let's open a vein each and sign some kind of crazy blood pact we'll all really regret in the morning."

"OK!" Valdemar beamed.

"You know me, I'm up for anything," Müttly Föe stated.

"What do you say we all agree to embark on a triune Ascendancy and become gods?" Felix suggested with a boozy leer.

"OK!" Valdemar reiterated, even managing to slur it a little despite there not being any sibilants

"Ah. I'll have to pass on that, I don't normally tell most people but actually I'm already secretly a demigod (half)," admitted Müttly Föe, "good luck with that though, you two should go ahead."

"You heard the man Felix, write up that pact!" Valdemar boomed and waved his glass for emphasis and then gave the room a view of his naked butt as he fished around on the floor for an escaped ice cube.

"I'd worship him, anyway," reflected Müttly Föe reflectively.

Felix snorted and threw a pillow at Valdemar's rear end.