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[It doesn't take long for Nathan to figure out his new powers. I mean, it's Nathan. He has thoughts like "man I totally want x or y" often. And you know, bam, it suddenly happened. So after realising that, he focuses for a moment.

And manifests a double headed battle axe. He's going to end up with so many battle axes eventually. He smirks and looks over at Toki.]

Did you see that? I totally, uh. Made... an axe appear. From nothing. [A beat.] Yeah.

Where dids that comes from? I wants to does that too! I wants a mountains! Um, a mountains of... I dunno, a mountains whats you can skiis on or somethings.

[BAM. A mountain with its own ski lift appears, though in a place that doesn't squish anything that was there previously. Toki stares. He's just realized he got godlike fucking powers too and Skwisgaar has nothing. NOTHING. He could have all the ladies in the world that he wanted. He could be the fastest and bestest guitar player there ever was.

He could be lead guitar...

He hiccups a little out of crazy excitement.] Nathans! Looks at that! We can dos aaanythings!

[Nathan stares agape for a moment at the sudden fucking mountain that's there. It wasn't there a minute ago. Toki just made a mountain from nothing. He made a mountain from nothing, that totally beats the fuck out of an axe.

A smile plays at the corner of his mouth.

Can do anything, huh?

Blood begins to rise up from the floor. It drips from any nearby wall, any object, as if everything was filled with it and it just began to ooze from every pore.

Yes. They can.]

Motherfucker.

[He's a bit short of words for now, but he's certain Toki has enough words for the both of them while he collects himself. It's not every day you wake up able to do this, you know?]

((Just for everyone's reference? That blood. Everywhere. Not just Nathan's vicinity. EVERYWHERE. Also why is this getting posted at midnight? ...Because. And because I have to leave in the morning baw. BUT. I'll be here until I go and Saffy'll be here 4ev, and she'll update on anything the boys, uh. Continue to do.))

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Sure. [He pauses.] Just don't show it to Charles. He might get, uh, offended or something. I think he'd be annoyed that there's a book implying he's really uncool.

You can be assured of my discretion. [He just wants it on his bookshelf to laugh about whenever he has a Dark Moment or something silly. Nathan: his anti-angst.]

Thanks. But, uh, seriously. I mean, it's like simple logical assumptions. You run a place called 'The Collection'. It can be inferred from that point that you, in some measure, are a collector. You haven't seemed to show any interest in specific items, so I assume you're a general collector. If it catches your eye, if it's something rare and interesting, you want it to be yours. That's what collecting fucking is. Especially general collecting.

I mean. You wanted a copy of one of my songs on water. You want that book. You've shown interest in fucking weapons. There's no real connection between them besides 'these items are one of a kind, or otherwise of limited quantity'. It's... like written all over you.

Don't get any ideas on making that metaphor of yours literal. [He is aware that he is tempting fate by telling Nathan not to do something he has the power to do. And he is still smiling.] In my opinion, Nathan, you are not the sort of person who should have the power you have now. Not because you're malicious. But because you are what you are.

And I'm still not worried about what you're going to do with it.

Wait, why shouldn't I have power to do whatever I want? [A pause.] And what the fuck does it have to do with me being a musician? Are you trying to tell me. Musicians aren't allowed to be gods.

[Flatly] That's exactly what I'm saying. Oh, Nathan, how do you see right through me.

Hey! No. You're totally answering this one. Your British sarcasm isn't going to distract me yet.

Might I ask when it is going to distract you? Would bringing out tea help?

Probably in a few minutes. But come oooooooon. What did you mean? Is it actually some subtle racist dig and you're all 'oh shit I accidentally said stuff I shouldn't, come on Nathan, get distracted by my really really really British mannerisms and dry sarcasm'. Because if it is, it's cool, I'm fine with it, it's not the worst I've had.

Racist? Oh, no, I see what you mean now. Heavens forfend, no. When I bother to generalise about groups, I mainly deride the German. Particularly their cuisine.

Edited 2011-04-26 02:58 (UTC)

Well I mean it was either that or being a musician. [HE REALLY WANTS AN ANSWER.] So then uh, why does being a musician mean I can't have power and stuff? I am totally sure there are like ancient gods and shit that were musicians. Really shitty ones with lame instruments but still.

Oh, certainly not. In fact, I seem to recall a friend of mine telling a story about the world being saved through the Power of Rock. Or was that Bill and Ted?

[It's one of those rare moments where he's latching onto something, because he knows there's some measure of trying to force him to get distracted, and that's important. There's something to that.]

Irviiiiiiiing come on.

[Like many others, he is not very good at resisting a childish whine. Moral of the story: if you want Irving "fuck no, guess for yourself" Braxiatel to actually say something, whine at him.] Perhaps you haven't noticed, in the context of your world. But your band, how shall I put it? Has a tendency to be the focal point of death and destruction all around. And understandably, you're a bit blasé about it. So if you made, oh, I don't know, a giant floating dinosaur with ha helicopter hat and the ability to teleport to anywhere with ice cream, and it fell to the Earth and destroyed all of Europe, I can't see you being exceptionally upset about it.

[See, now that image distracts him.]

Man. That'd be fucking badass.

Please don't make me responsible for destroying Europe, Nathan.

Europe wouldn't notice.

Probably not, but I would catch it on the news over my morning croissant and be a bit put out.

Oh yeah, you would. ...Well, it's not like it's yours or anything, you know?

Certainly. But it is Europe all the same.