Seventeen ★ Text

[wasthemaster]

[There's gotta be a better way to do this. There's just got to be. However he realizes that he's running out of time, especially with the appearance of certain people in the city of Asgard.

He doesn't bother to show his face. Instead he's setting up a text…somehow that seems much, much safer.]

Party's over, I'm afraid. Back to business.

Quick question for the masses:

A.) Would you consider yourself useful here?
B.) Why so? Or, I suppose, why not?
C.) Serious responses only.

[He's fully anticipating not-serious responses, but at least it gives him a bigger pool to work with.]

Additionally, you may very well know that Euridice Taverna's left the city which means that I'm short one business partner. I'm not precisely looking for a new partner, but perhaps a few new hires.

Serious inquiries only.

Comments

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[liquidsky]

If it is then it would be a new development.

I'm patient.

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[wasthemaster]

Things change in Asgard far more rapidly than you can imagine.

What does being patient have to do with anything?

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[liquidsky]

I'll tell you when I start courting a woman with dog ears.

I can say: 'You'll see.' and know that, indeed, you will see.

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[wasthemaster]

Leave her out of this.

Your threats are becoming less and less serious, did you know?

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[liquidsky]

We'll see.