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[imatreenow]

[Comfortably secluded in the safety of his house, Mithos keeps a watchful eye on the sudden explosion of activity in the journals.

He...really isn't sure what to think at this point.]

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[personalst]

[Oh Mithos. You can‘t hide from the DJ]

1/2

[imatreenow]

[AND SUDDENLY, loud, extremely obnoxious music. Not at all like the gentle melodies Martel once played for him.]

[imatreenow]

[Just...giving the journal a murderous look and trying to figure out how to make it stop.]

[personalst]

[No good? How about this?]

[meowzy_chan]

[But suddenly! There is a fangirl in your house! Oh noes!]

Mithooos! You don't mind if I call you Mithos, right? I know you prefer Yggdrasill, but Mithos is easier to pronounce.

[imatreenow]

[...WHAT. He is one hundred percent positive that the door is locked. How did this inferior being get inside? Have a very unamused look.]

I would prefer that you not speak to me at all, and get out of my house.

[meowzy_chan]

Now, why would I do that? Just 'cause you're a villain doesn't mean you have to be mean to your guests.

[Hopping down on your couch now.]

[imatreenow]

[...Villain? That's a good one. Ha.] Who are you to decide right and wrong?

...Intruders are not the same as guests. [He doesn't have guests over anyway.]

[mithos_saved_me]

[Tabatha has... no idea how she got into Mithos' house. She just kind of appeared there. So she wanders around, checking all the rooms until she finds someone who can tell her where she is.]

1/2

[imatreenow]

[At first, he sees her only out of the corner of his eye. ...Mar--!]

[imatreenow]

[.........No, merely that disturbing doll.]

What are you doing here?

[mithos_saved_me]

[Mithos! Bff! Tabatha totally doesn't remember being brutally attacked by you.]

... I DO NOT KNOW.

[iamnotyelling]

[KNOCK KNOCK ON A WINDOW.]

[imatreenow]

[His house is under siege. What is this. He stalks over to the window and glares outside, suddenly wishing he had curtains.]

What. [Nope, not gonna open the window and let you in. It's cold out there, man. And that's where cold belongs: outside.]

[iamnotyelling]

[STILL KNOCKING.

OPEN UP.]

[imatreenow]

[Okay, the constant knocking is becoming awfully grating. He lifts the window open with as much force as possible.]

What. [He repeats, now with fifty percent more venomous hatred!]

Let's mess with his head a bit more.

[loving_goddess]

[Martel knows that mana signature when she feels it, and the first thing she does when she wakes up in Luceti is head for the place it's coming from (she'll go find Yuan after she makes certain her Dear Little Brother isn't about to blow up the town). Have another knock on your door, Mithos. Those are getting annoying, aren't they?]

8D!!! 1/who knows

[imatreenow]

[Just when he's thinking that the next person to come bother him will recieve a sword through the bowels, he hears a knock at the door. For the love of-- He violently pulling the door open, sword at the ready.]

[imatreenow]

[...only to be extremely surprised by the sight of his beloved sister.]

[imatreenow]

[He just stares for a stunned moment, sword clattering to the floor. Slowly, he steps toward her as if afraid she isn't truly there.]

....Martel...? [His fingers brush against her arm and he peers up at her face. She really is here.]