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[closetshark]

As entertaining as this all is, I'm more of a skee-ball sort. Though I will admit that the rats are a rather lovely touch, so kudos on that bit to whoever thought this one up.

Normally I wouldn't bother with you twits but as my usual methods of leaving places haven't worked I'm forced to actually ask how to do so. The faster I get out the faster I can finish a project I was working on.

I've got some yeti to inform about the cancellation of Christmas and really can't dally about.

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[oftoomuchfaith]

They're real? [there's a distinct tone of dubiousness in that question] Well. I suppose that's not the weirdest thing in the world, what with this place.

...Oh, I'm sorry, was informing you of facts that were relevant to your question not the helpful thing to do? You could try being a bit less sarcastic next time.

[closetshark]

Of course they're real. Just because you can't see us doesn't mean we aren't real, you can't see electrons but you know they're real.

I could but where's the fun in that?

[oftoomuchfaith]

Given what I do know to exist back home, I'd actually be surprised if they were real where I'm from.

I assume it's less fun when it irritates a god past her patience. But what do I know? Knock yourself out.

[closetshark]

I've watched gods die so forgive me for not being all that impressed. I'm old.

[oftoomuchfaith]

I'm not. And I am. It's a long story.

[curious]

Who are you, then, old guy who hates Christmas?

[closetshark]

I am Fear, and Darkness.

Though my more recent title is The Bogeyman. You can call me Pitch.

[oftoomuchfaith]

I don't much fear darkness, unfortunately. It seems to be a bit my home turf.

Pitch, huh? Like pitch darkness, I'm sure. You can call me Persephone.

[closetshark]

You fear other things though.

[Because that's not cryptic or creepy at all.]

Mn, greeks. Good times, back then. Is Hades well?

[oftoomuchfaith]

Doesn't everyone?

[yeah, that's creepy, but she's dealt with WODEN face to face (sort of). If she can deal with that skeevy mask-wearing perv, she can deal with this guy.]

I'm afraid I couldn't say. Haven't seen him in a while. Long story.

[closetshark]

And everything.

Pity, I liked him far better than his brothers. When you see him tell him I was right and he owes me a puppy.

[oftoomuchfaith]

I'll keep that in mind.

If you don't mind my asking, what's your beef with Santa? Or North, I suppose.

[closetshark]

He and his little band of usurpers need to be reminded that there are still those who remember how the world was before science and 'reason' decided that things didn't exist outside of children's minds anymore.

I'm simply righting a balance that was thrown off centuries ago.

[oftoomuchfaith]

Things get too happy and jolly for you, I take it?

[ Not sure if she agrees, but not gonna fault him for it. If he is what he says, then it's not like she blames him for wanting some balance back, even if she wouldn't necessarily give it to him. ]

[closetshark]

They were killing thousands of spirits, not directly mind you but... they became more important to humans because they bribed them with treats. Why believe in a regional spirit that keeps away things like snakes when Santa brings you candy? Belief in a thing makes us real.

I have no desire to waste away out of existence.

[oftoomuchfaith]

Well that's not on.

Always knew Santa was a sham. Glad to see that belief confirmed.

You know, you should meet my friend Lucifer. I think she'd like you.

[closetshark]

Sadly I left all my gift baskets at home, so long as that's not a problem I'm sure I can put in an appearance.

[oftoomuchfaith]

She'd probably set it aflame on principle, so it's just as well.

[closetshark]

How rude, I give the best baskets. I'll just have to put fireworks in it on her.

[oftoomuchfaith]

Send them in care of me, I'll at least check for the good stuff before I pass on the fireworks.

[ofinspiration]

You know, I can hear you...