[ 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. ]
...I wanted to see the manifests... because the ones who became alert, they... started calling themselves by their numbers, as names. "Mr. Fifty," "Mr. Three-hundred-and-six"... like that. I noticed the numbers, but I didn't pay attention to which... to who, was who. I can't tell you much of anything, about most of them...
[ staring at a fluffy cloud that is cute and pillowy and devoid of sin ]
The first waves of deserters eventually founded a secret village in the woods that they hid with a complex illusion, and would pass word back to others. . .
[ aka: LOTS of them woke up actually.
hey Angie, why do YOU know about the secret deserter village. ]
I... didn't really care what they did, until I needed help with a new scheme after my first one went awry... so I went there and...
Pretended... I knew how to fix the error in their design, to get their help.
That's when I learned they were calling each other by the numbers for names, and saw they'd built little huts that looked like their own faces, and...
[ it had just made him feel this awful, roiling disgust. playing house in a wretched secret corner of Gaia, trying their best to etch a space that was comfortably theirs... everything his creations did, had felt like a reflection of his own lowly nature. ]
...eventually, it stopped being useful to have anyone's help. I just ditched them, after I realized none of my existing ideas to beat Garland would ever work. I have no idea what's become of them since then...
[ just. slowly flop-collapses onto his back, laying along the slope of the roof. looks up at muffin, taking him in from this different, odd angle. ]
Never have I ever... met someone willing to extend me so much grace. Never have I ever... been so scared, of the power my words might carry over someone else.
[ thinks: if he was a bird right now, he would have gently coo'd and sideways-shuffled closer and that would be that. he is not a bird right now. but this is a situation that arguably the bird communication would have been way easier than using his complicated mouth wor-- ]
[ oh he can he can literally just use telepathy to do that. ]
[ tentatively, he repeats what he remembers Angel Dove's cooing to sound like right in Muffin's head. hopes it's just as mellow and sweet and "despite everything we're right here" as he can manage. ]
Now is a good time to tell you that due to a difficult to explain chain of circumstances typical to life in the pasture, I have an actual dragon egg stowed in my room we should candle.
I. Guess we are. Though who knows if it's some cruel joke of the universe, making me think silver dragons don't have to be extinct, then inevitably letting me down later.
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Like... with the sheep.
...I wanted to see the manifests... because the ones who became alert, they... started calling themselves by their numbers, as names. "Mr. Fifty," "Mr. Three-hundred-and-six"... like that. I noticed the numbers, but I didn't pay attention to which... to who, was who. I can't tell you much of anything, about most of them...
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[in an awful, sad way, but it does. back then, whether it was dolls or soldiers, why would he care about them past their purpose?]
None of them ever became... um, fully awake? Like Tater and Tot.
[like angel devil and zidane]
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The first waves of deserters eventually founded a secret village in the woods that they hid with a complex illusion, and would pass word back to others. . .
[ aka: LOTS of them woke up actually.
hey Angie, why do YOU know about the secret deserter village. ]
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[yeah hey why DO you know about the secret deserter village]
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Pretended... I knew how to fix the error in their design, to get their help.
That's when I learned they were calling each other by the numbers for names, and saw they'd built little huts that looked like their own faces, and...
[ it had just made him feel this awful, roiling disgust. playing house in a wretched secret corner of Gaia, trying their best to etch a space that was comfortably theirs... everything his creations did, had felt like a reflection of his own lowly nature. ]
...eventually, it stopped being useful to have anyone's help. I just ditched them, after I realized none of my existing ideas to beat Garland would ever work. I have no idea what's become of them since then...
[ he didn't last long after that. ]
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With you... away and wars over, maybe have come out of village.
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If I could talk to Zidane again... suppose that's one more thing to ask.
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I'm... still not sure yet. Even now. As long as I don't, I don't have to deal with knowing the answer...
...but that means I can't stop thinking about what it could be.
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I think is... okay if you're not sure. Knowing or not, neither's wrong.
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Never have I ever... met someone willing to extend me so much grace.
Never have I ever... been so scared, of the power my words might carry over someone else.
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the second pops. the memory is a vision of Quetzal himself, laying on his back on the rooftop.]
Goes both ways.
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he can literally just use telepathy to do that. ]
[ tentatively, he repeats what he remembers Angel Dove's cooing to sound like right in Muffin's head. hopes it's just as mellow and sweet and "despite everything we're right here" as he can manage. ]
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then he's the one sideways-shuffling closer, hopefully scooting up against quetzal's side]
...Ohr-ohr?
[does he still remember what that call means?]
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"Coo-OO, oo." ]
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[ opens his eyes ]
Now is a good time to tell you that due to a difficult to explain chain of circumstances typical to life in the pasture, I have an actual dragon egg stowed in my room we should candle.
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Okay.
We're nesting?
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I.
Guess we are. Though who knows if it's some cruel joke of the universe, making me think silver dragons don't have to be extinct, then inevitably letting me down later.
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Won't be joke.
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Do you think... your little nieces... would enjoy playing with a dragonling, at least?
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Think um. Think they would really enjoy that, yeah. Would be like big sisters.
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All that said. I think I want a nap. Emotionally. Physically I'm profoundly awake.
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Nobody allowed to drop bombshells for next twenty minutes.
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I have finally, completely run out!
[ he probably hasn't run out but fuck it, emotionally, he's run out TODAY ]
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