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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]

_{[ circlin' a little note in his mind that muffin's got that singular year on him. ]}

Well, yes. The rest of us understudies? Not so much.

Re: 5/5

[finalbows]

_{[currently wondering if he could summon a blood fiend mind palace into the pasture if he drew that brand and tree sigil in real life and bled on it]}

1/? gagtag

[catposting]

[ i am locked in a closet cringing hard enough to bring down the entire pasture ]

2/2

[catposting]

[ the kitten glances at you, suddenly remembering that he has Spectators. his hands are still cupping the tumbleweed's face. ]

What?

Re: 2/2

[finalbows]

Oh, no, please. Don't stop on my account. Do carry on.

_{[ does a little "shoo, shoo" wave at them. ]}

[catposting]

[ grumbling ]

Stop thinking weird things.

[ he has no idea what you're thinking. it's just your Vibes. ]

[finalbows]

Sorry, kitty cat. Not for the moons and stars can I fulfill that request.


Anyway, chop chop, get back on it, unless you want ME to handle this interrogation after all~? _{[ clasps his hands together. They visibly run with sparks of crackling blue electricity. ]}

1/4

[catposting]

It's fake!

2/4

[catposting]

[ the kitten's attention snaps back to the tumbleweed. vines tighten around his neck, though not enough to block his airways. a threat, nothing more. ]

Come again?

3/4

[catposting]

Th-the map. It's a fake. That's why Sir Sheep could steal it so easily. I... I was always meant to follow you guys. B-buttheynevertoldmethatIdrunintotheaceofPine.

[ he twitches, shoulders quivering, but looks the kitten directly in the eye. ]

... I'll take you Blossom.

4/4

[catposting]

... Huh.

[ keeps his gaze trained on the tumbleweed. staring contest it is. ]

What do you think, Rosebell?

Re: 4/4

[finalbows]

They already understand the temperament of their plant, especially if he flips THIS easy. It's going to be a trap no matter how we approach, which means~. We can make good USE of him to poke some of those mechanisms into springing.

Hey, tumbleweed. How valuable is your life? Not what you think it is to me or my friend, but to your boss.

[catposting]

They- ... they promised to take me to the Angel, if I obeyed orders and stayed out of trouble. But then... why would they-- the Ace...

[finalbows]

So I'm hearing "not very?"

1/2

[catposting]

I don't know!

[ squeezes his eyes shut, struggling against his bonds. it's hopeless. the ace is too strong. ]

I don't even know who my boss is!

[catposting]

[ you feel the staff in your hand

disappear.

it's a shame that Angie hasn't yet witnessed him splice-Shift.

a startled bleat sounds out behind you as it reappears out of thin air and bonks Sheep Fiend on the head.

[finalbows]

Hey! Her staff is OFF-LIMITS!

_{[ gold clouds, roiling in around them. the scent of ozone in the air. ]}

[electricflock]

Oh, yeah. Were some things yesterday that wouldn't have been out of place at full moon. Like um, Azdaja charging or when Crois had to get me out of a tree.

[or. y’know.]

[finalbows]

_{[ y'know. ]}

What IS the good etiquette, after a night like that? Fruit baskets and apology flowers? Tomorrow, half the pasture's bound to be slinking around with their tails held low, after all... perhaps they could use the advice of an expert.

_{[ ,
except for the little fact that he is experiencing the exact polar opposite of remorse, right now, concerning present company. ]}

[catposting]

Huh? 'Her'?

[ startled_confused_kitten.mp4.



Sheep Fiend bleats again as he catches the staff, unperturbed. the tumbleweed continues wriggling ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ rushes to Sheep Fiend to snatch the staff back :(


then whirls back around to glare at the weed. ]</sub>

you really think i need a twig like this to deal with the likes of you???

<sub>[ golden clouds. darkness leeching away until there's not a speck of floor. thunder growing nearer and nearer.

it feels terrible, like being a floor over your limit, in here. ]</sub>

[electricflock]

Um.

Usually enough to just, touch base. Ask how someone is. Talk like reasonable adults.

1/2

[catposting]

[ the kitten wraps his tail around your wrist. ]

Wait, Rosebell—!

[catposting]

Youcanthurtmeyouneedmetonavigate!

[finalbows]

Oh, good. I do think we've got talking like grown-ups sorted. Real pity for the rest of them, though.