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[finalbows]

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[ Angel Devil. ]
[  chatcube, or action. ]
[ if you're visiting the rose barn,
look for the door with the creepy bat-and-angel-wing sigil on it. Knock first! Or get zapped. ]

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[finalbows]

One moon is considered the standard for growth, so... Not too surprised there. Gaia even wasn't meant to have two.

<sub>Wonder if something special happened in this world, too, to give it a second one...? One never does run out of things to speculate about, here...

[ even trying to lay down and rest, his thoughts Go and go. but. he's got something WAY MORE important to do that speculate rn. he's got something suggestive to whisper up to that cube. ]</sub>

A white moon does have its own unique charm~. A pure, sprawling canvas, receptive of any shade one might strike out upon it... I can imagine many, many things that can come of that.

[finalbows]

Oh no, oh my, friends. Do you hear that? We don't want to get on the wrong side of the Work~shop. All we need to do is hand over the map!

What do you think, my darlings? Should we give him what he wants?

_{[ this is the 'you two better have copied down that map already' voice. ]}

[electricflock]

[muffin's cube runs into one of the pillars. thunk.]

Is pretty. But is um, still bad luck for reasons.

1/?

[catposting]

...

[ vines sprout from the hedge behind the intruder, caressing his neck and chin. the kitten floats up, cross-legged on his blue lighthouse, a strange glint in his eyes. ]

Are you saying... that they let you, a trusted employee, run around freely...? That as far as they're concerned, you're on — let me guess, your lunch break?

[ a vine strokes his cheek. ]

2/?

[catposting]

[ gulps, looks away ]

I... it's... you don't know what you're talking about!! Just... just give me the map and I... I'll talk to them...!

3/4

[catposting]

Ah, that's a good one.

[ a low chuckle escapes the kitten's throat, reverberating through his slight frame ]

You'll talk to them. What did they promise you, tumbleweed? Was it fortune? Glory? Power? Was it—

4/4

[catposting]

No! Nothing, nothing like that!! The Angel, I, I just wanted to...

[finalbows]

_{[ sometimes bad can be good, he resists saying, because he did in fact very successfully reclaim his normal capacity to hold back during that ritual. instead. he helpfully sits up, one arm still holding a pillow to his chest, to gently pat that cube's #'d head. there there, buddy... (heheheheheheheheheheheh.) ]}

So~? What's the good advice, when that pale moon is bright, and round...?
Close your curtains, shut your eyes, and be very, very still and quiet, so the wickedness about won't get you...~?

Re: 4/4

[finalbows]

To, to, to...? Congratulations. The angel is listening.

[catposting]

...

I can't say.

[finalbows]

Worry not.

Myself and my fellows are more than capable of helping you realize that, in fact,

you. very. much. CAN.

_{[ pokes him again. this time with a bit of electric charge behind it. ]}

[electricflock]

[the cube makes a flustered peeping sound— muffin is peeping]

Is more like... try to be still and quiet, because you have the wickedness. Is a lot harder to ignore instincts during full moons.

[catposting]

[ the tumbleweed yelps! again! ow!! ]

— Wait, Rosebell.

[ the kitten floats to your side, eyes shadowed. do you comply? or do you carry on? ]

[finalbows]

What? I've got inertia, over here, you know.

[finalbows]

Oh. _{[ the sultriness is gone, for a more serious tone. ]} What that must be like...

_{[ to a control freak with a recent werewolf stint, it doesn't sound pleasant. ]}

[catposting]

...

How much do you really know about the Workshop?

[ addressing them both. the tumbleweed bites his lip, clearly trying not to blurt out something unnecessary. ]

[electricflock]

Everyone reacts differently, but um... Maybe closest comparison would be earlier. Some people get scared more easily, some people get angrier faster, some people get clingy and possessive. People act more on feeling.

[finalbows]

Less than I'm about to, apparently.

[finalbows]

A communal invitation to be more reactive on the same night... Indeed, that would spell ill luck for everyone. Just one bad actor in the wrong place...

_{[ exactly the kind of thing he would have schemed around and seized upon, in a past life. ]}

Considering all that... you, ah. Handled yesterday...

Very...
Well.

[electricflock]

Twenty-five years is a lot of full moons. Lots of practice.

1/4?

[catposting]

[ slips off the right side of his shirt, revealing a pale, lean torso underneath. the cuff on his left arm jingles at the movement. on his right shoulder, there's a sunken brand overlaid with the shape of a pine tree. you've seen Blood Fiend shirtless. you've never seen this.

the brand, minus the tree, matches the badge on the tumbleweed's shirt. the Weed's eyes widen. ]

2/4?

[catposting]

Don't tell me... you're from... Pine?! That's impossible! Nobody... everyone knows that nobody—

3/5

[catposting]

Leaves that place alive? Is that what they told you?

[ you've heard this ugly edge to his tone before, in another lifetime; no, another nexus between lives. Blood Fiend doesn't remember, but you do, don't you?

the kitten slides back into his shirt, leaning in close to the tumbleweed. cups the boy's cheek with a clawed hand, lifting his chin. ]

Haven't you ever asked yourself what they're doing in there? Ah, well. Guess it's irrelevant to someone like you. Still, since you were kind enough to let us bring the map all the way here, I'll tell you a secret.

I had permission to leave. Hah, no, you could call it their blessing. The Workshop themselves contacted me not too long ago; they're waiting for me, you know. To finish climbing the Tower. You're a smart kid, aren't you? Surely you know how much Floor Tests cost, this high up. Did you think a bunch of lowly Regulars would meddle with the Workshop's affairs for nothing?

4/5

[catposting]

You... you don't mean—!

5/5

[catposting]

[ strokes the boy's cheek with his other hand. the tumbleweed shivers. ]

... It's a shame, really. You have something to fight for too, don't you? A desire that burns in your chest so brightly that it blinds you to the truth. Did you never think it was strange? That such an important map was left in such an obvious place? Mmm... it really is a shame that they'd put you directly in the path of the Pine Workshop's ace like this. Believe it or not, I don't like seeing lights like that die. It's why I started climbing in the first place.

[ he smiles. ]

You don't have to, though. Die, I mean. You know where Blossom is being kept, don't you?