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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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[catposting]

-- What, we can't just talk?

I don't want anything from you.

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She didn't want to be here. She wanted to go home.

[catposting]

... I know.

What about you?

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No one around here is ridding themselves of me any time soon. Even if every last petal I prize among the people here is shed away-- this is better.

[catposting]

Better, huh... have you heard what shepherds can do now?

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It's strange, thinking of little Levie holding that kind of power...

[catposting]

[ tilts his head, still dangling upside down like a mcfuckin clown. any body language hints? does that "strange" feel like a good strange? bad strange? strange-strange? ]

[finalbows]

[ neutral strange. Like one might muse on a coin flipping "heads" for the tenth time. ]

[catposting]

I wouldn't call him "little". You're less than a hand taller than him.

The hair doesn't count.

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Taller is still taller, coffee table-tall cat.

[catposting]

There's gonna be a height-switching ritual one day. You and Azdaja get to swap places.

[finalbows]

That's such a point_less...


What demon would that even be. The "Perspective" demon?

[catposting]

Mirror demon.

[finalbows]

Didn't you fight one of those already?

[catposting]

That was a small one.

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That just means you're the expert. I'm knocking on your door when it happens.

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_{actually, maybe I would just cube.}

[catposting]

Reckon you could pull it off before your dear Wild Rose eats you?

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All I have to do is go up more than usual and she can't grab me.

[catposting]

[ finally tugs the window open and slides in. ]

Geez, that's uncomfortable. Does that clown really do this all day?

And, well... you are very good at flying.

[ he flops onto a raggedy-looking cushion - it was 'borrowed' a long time ago from Rose barn. puffs out a breath, staring at the ceiling. ]

I'm staying.

1/2

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One of the very best. Practiced to a fine point... and easy as a breeze, nowadays.

_{[ before the first time he Tranced, it had been harder. ]}

2/3

[finalbows]

...

[ steps closer to lean over and peer down at the lounging cat. probably casts a big shadow on him.

he doesn't comment about the orphaned dogs, the surviving wicked master.

instead, ]

3/3

[finalbows]

[ he breaks in an instant the spell that keeps his own hair silver, and in an instant, it's a river of choppy red.

he just. keeps pondering over Akrinak, silent, as he pulls whatever the hell he's trying to do. ]

[catposting]

[ doesn't even blink. ]

What was that about preamble?

1/3

[finalbows]

[ give him a little longer. he's clearly searching Akrinak's eyes for something. ]