voice;

[unwiseheart]

[ In which a very exasperated-sounding Russian man finally posts to the network, not in reply to something, but to ask, ]

Is there a way to get people here to stop sending me mail? Legally? I am not sure how many more letters about people's werewolf souls and how they want to join my pack I can take.

[ There's a rustle of paper and a sigh. ]

I suppose I could go back to living in the park... at least that had no address attached...

[ And far more squirrels to chase. ]

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[brushoff]

Funny, I didn't know you had a soul in the first place.

[ SUCK IT UP ASSHOLE, YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY HELP FROM DORIAN. ]

perma-voice;

[unwiseheart]

[ Oh great, this guy. Of course. ]

There must be some joke to this, you telling someone else they don't have a soul.

permavid!

[brushoff]

I revel in my soullessness! [ says the man who actually DOES have a soul and is just a goddamn liar about it. ] I also revel in my popularity, something that it seems you still have problems with. Have you tried 'being yourself'? That's sure to scare away anybody who remotely tolerates you.

[unwiseheart]

Probably because you've no other option. I imagine lost that in the mail, too. [ Along with all those other bits and pieces, right, Dorian? ] I've tried that first suggestion. Any other bright ideas? Hmm?

[brushoff]

Terms and conditions of my immortality, I'm afraid. [ said with a little shrug. And ahahaha, let's NOT talk about organs in the mail! ] Well, if you want to scare people away, becoming a disgusting little homeless person who lives in the park is surely the way to do this. No one will want to talk to you then!

[unwiseheart]

[ Not in detail, of course, so Dorian lucks out. Anything else Nicolas could needle him with is confidential. ]

Funny, considering that's where I was before the apartment and people still insisted on speaking with me. Maybe I should try being a mountain man instead.

[brushoff]

That's something directly out of a horror movie.

[unwiseheart]

If you're a rabbit or deer also living in the mountains, sure.

[brushoff]

You look like a serial killer to begin with, adding you living along in the mountains is entirely something out of a horror movie.

[unwiseheart]

Good point. Perhaps I shall see if anywhere next to you is open instead.

[brushoff]

I doubt it. You loathe me, but you'd loathe Maurtia Falls even more.

[unwiseheart]

You act like I'm not used to shady cities. Maurtia Falls is tame, to be quite honest.

[brushoff]

I act like you're not used to people. Again, you want to be a disgusting mountain hobo.

[unwiseheart]

Tch. I'm used enough to people to know I often do not like them. It's different.

[brushoff]

Exactly how?

[unwiseheart]

The fact that I'm actually used to people?

[brushoff]

Again, you say that but I honestly don't believe it.

[unwiseheart]

I can work with them fine. That's all I need. I take it your definition is much different...

[brushoff]

Used doesn't mean barely tolerate.

[unwiseheart]

I wouldn't say barely tolerate.

[brushoff]

Don't tell me you actually tolerate people.

[unwiseheart]

I'm still talking to you, aren't I?

[ PROOF ]

[brushoff]

On the contrary, I'm not "people." I'm Dorian.

[unwiseheart]

Still a person, still a human. You aren't that special.

[brushoff]

Excuse you, of course I'm that special. I'm a soulless immortal, how many humans have that going for them?