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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]

You're listening too much to Your Name talking.

[failsaver]

Your Name didn't tell me that! It was --

[ pales suddenly ]

[finalbows]

It doesn't matter to me who. It's hogwash anyway.

[failsaver]

[ sorry Miss Azdaja ]

What if it was someone from your own flock?

[finalbows]

...

_{[ he's eyeing Splash. Listening. ]}

[failsaver]

[ squeezes his eyes shut and squirms. opens them, looking directly at Angel Devil. ]

Miss Azdaja told me.

[finalbows]

...that I had a spell upon me? Im startled she learned. But I could see her theorizing Blossom as a source, I suppose...

[failsaver]

[ shakes head ]

She didn't say it was Blossom. She just said --

[ in perfect recitation and a startlingly accurate Azdaja impression, body language and all ]

"Everyone here got sorted into different groups upon arrival, each with a designated color. Those of us with bells on our collars are mind controlled into wanting to stay with our "flocks". A black collar means you're not beholden to that, so you're more free than we are in that regard. Congrats."

Blossom admitted to being the summoner, so it's obviously her doing!

1/2

[finalbows]

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2/3

[finalbows]

<sub>[ ohhhh, shit. he's a remorseless killer that spent a month mooning after an emotionally distant murderous housecat he'd just met, and have been carefully mentally avoiding touching the shape of in his mind. he's deferred constantly to a chipper meat-head just because she used to have the big jingle stick and was nice about it. He let these hyucks read a PLAY that he WROTE and fussed endlessly for their WELLBEINGS.

He just broke the last mind-alteration, but Charon's damn spell didn't TOUCH this shit. ]</sub>

3/3

[finalbows]

<sub>[ he

grits his teeth. ]</sub>

I see. That. I did not know about.

[failsaver]

[ wait what ]

But you're the shepherd.

[finalbows]

Being shepherd comes with three things.

A big jingle stick.
The power to sense your cohorts' locations.
And a talent for navigating home from the mist.




That's it.

[failsaver]

...

So you are going to conveniently tell me that you protected them because of the mind control. Wow, I'm sure racking up my debts to Miss Azdaja here, haha.

[finalbows]

Shut up! My will is my own! I've resisted greater powers than Blossom's pathetic self!

[failsaver]

So you protected them out of your own free will, because you cared about what happened to them!

[ checkmate loser ]

[finalbows]

I hate you. On a personal level.

[failsaver]

Is that your most villainous insult?

[finalbows]

As the sun lends me no ear, I pray instead to the twin moons. I beseech thee, wondrous moonlight, grant me my only wish.

That this feeble-minded cur be vanished from my sight.

[failsaver]

Nope!

[finalbows]

..."nope," he says.

That's partly Lord Avon, you cultureless putz. It's a better line than worth gracing your ears.

[failsaver]

Hahaha. You're such an interesting guy, Angel Named Devil. I'm glad we're friends.

[finalbows]

We are far from friends.

[failsaver]

Right, right. You're an irredeemable villain incapable of forging bonds with others, even the flock members you're protecting of your own free will! How could I forget?

[finalbows]

If you're not full of it, yes, I really can't. I'm...

...

_{[ > Muffin. ]}

...
Flocks. Only. You said. Just to the other five.