folklorist | ϡ - Chapter Twelve; The impersonator [action/voice]

Much better something is a bit off though. The inexplicable dump is back to normal I see, finally. Powers are still there, no lasting effects from their latest antics, the town is whole once more, hm. Everything seems surprisingly normal for once except...not. Ah, yes, the company is still undoubtedly sub par at best.

And thus life returns to stagnation; I see the group is a bit unruly today however. You would think with such events being commonplace there wouldn't be so much commotion about them. But simple minds are easily vexed it seems. [ If you come across Helios today he'll be wearing a suit of all things, and he'll be without his glasses today too. This one isn't very keen on them nor the poor taste in fashion the other Helios has. So you could say he'll be practicing some of his spells off in the forest. Do feel free to disrupt him; he might attack you though if you're a demon or any other mythological creature as he has little to no tolerance for them. ]

Hmph the power cap has been effectively replaced as well. [ There's the sound of a crackle and then a loud bang as he lets out a jet of fire from his hands. The distaste in his expression is rather unsubtle as Helios merely looks at the scorched tree. ]

Those idiotic spirits are nowhere to be found either, unless someone has come into contact with them recently? Always were useless creatures, like technology, only good when it works. [ A bit of vehemence in his voice as he says that. Even if they have returned there's a big doubt any of them will be going near Helios, it must be the vibe he gives off. He'll be flipping through the journal too eying all the entries before making one final remark. ]

Who's up for a spar? I believe I might be losing my touch and that would certainly be a shame.

((Some AU information. Pretty much Helios on a power trip, an asshole and a worldly dictator. Will be replying to tags with

dictatorially ]

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Perhaps you should work on making an impression.

That would entirely depend on your definition of the word my dear mysterious voice from beyond. [ Though he has a faint clue as to who it might be, it's not like he knows too many people from here. ]

... Definitely a bad guy. You're not normally like this.

[ just a mirthless laugh escapes over his end, before silence falls over the transmission. ] And pray tell how do I normally act?

You probably wouldn't believe me even if I told you.

There is hardly anything that I do not believe in anymore, even the outrageous proclamations of a young girl can be somewhat believable if the right words are said.

Well, you're much nicer before, that's for sure.

Ah so much more of a pushover, I see. No wonder you miss the old one then.

He wasn't a pushover, you unbelievable punk.

[ He just laughs. ] Of course he wasn't. I'm sure he had so much to show for his kindness as well. A wonderful life, a brimming bright future. People like that are usually walked upon like a carpet beneath muddy feet. It's a simple but gruesome fact, 'nice' hardly gets you anywhere in the world today.

[Okay, that seriously pisses her off.] What did you say?! Don't get cocky, punk!

Oh did I strike a nerve? [ He sounds entirely too amused at your anger Ted. But there's a hint of annoyance in his own voice; he'll disregard that punk comment for now. ]

[Grrrr. Ignoring that question.] What makes you think you can just act like a bigshot?

I have conquered an entire planet. And what makes you think you can act like an annoying brat? Besides lacking in proper etiquette and social skills. [ Helios is going to be be so sorry for this Ted, but for now he's enjoying being an ass. ]

Well, excuse me Mr. Conqueror, should I give you a prize? [She doesn't care if you're a god, Helios. :|] At least I'm not missing a few screws in my head.

[ A scoff that's ridiculous, a prize? ] Please what could you possibly give me that I don't already have? I wouldn't even want your allegiance, given your...disposition. [ Yeah well back in the homeland she would've been more caring given the consequences. ]

You're missing a bit more crucial things, such as how to speak to your superiors it seems.

I wouldn't give it to you even if you wanted it. You're not worth the effort.

Superior? Please.

And what makes you think I wouldn't take it by force?

[ A bitter, sharp, mirthless laugh escapes through those lips and over the transmission. ] You've a sharp tongue for a brat. If it were anywhere but this hell hole you'd be put in your place quite readily.

What makes you think you can? [She's been mind-controlled, she's not letting you intimidate her.]

Aren't you the generous one? [Not liking this you one biiiit.]

What makes you think I can't? I've dealt with much worse than the likes of you. It would be entirely too easy.

I do have my moments. [ And what do you know he doesn't like you, or anyone else for that matter, either! ]

And so what? You think you're the worst I've ever handled too? Quit being so full of yourself. [Yup, losing her cool.]

Not that I care what you've faced before, but you'll that I am not so forgiving towards mouthy brats like you. Why should I stop, hm? I have every right to be. [ Says this rather matter of fact and bluntly. ]

Mouthy?! I'll show you mouthy, you punk!

I'd like to see you try. [ Instigating? He'd never! ]

Where are you, you damn punk? I'll teach you a lesson.

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