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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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[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.

[failsaver]

Juuust to the other five! What's wrong, Angel Named Devil? Don't tell me there's someone else you care about, that you can't conveniently excuse with mind control! That would be absurd for an irredeemable villain like you, wouldn't it?

[finalbows]

Go die in a ditch. That one looks suiting.

[failsaver]

Wow, that's only the -- well, I've lost count of how many times someone's said that to me. Maybe the sixtieth? Seventieth?

Aaaaanyway, the point is, I'm bad at dying. Terrible. Absolutely awful at it. Sorry, sir, you're stuck with me.

[ <--- pings like resurrection ]

[finalbows]

Ugh. Disgusting.

_{[ they're two of a kind. ]}

[failsaver]

Soooo. If nobody trusts you and nobody trusts me, we might as well be friends.

What are you gonna do now? Except sulk and make empty threats.

[finalbows]

...

Try to figure out a way to gather enough power to force a corridor between here and whence I came. Leave.

[failsaver]

Hey, same here. I need to stop a war.

Let's do it.