[ 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. ]
So he is. Hm. Points off to the Lilylord for the easy persuade. Well! If you want to see what you're getting into with your own eyes, I shall put myself together and meet you out upon Rose's lawn in, mm, let's give this...
[ angelcube thoughtfully flips his hair, and... manifests a little purple lipstick tube. Sir. you're going outside in the dark. ]
Ten minutes. Otherwise... I do suppose I have one or three questions I'd like to ask you beforehand, to better prepare.
My goodness. You're even bringing your own. Here I'd thought...
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[ wait, he like. Appreciates this. Is there really a bit of a knot of anticipation loosening in his stomach? Huh. He's really made himself soft, avoiding killing things he got here. Some Angel of Death. ]
It'll be good to be able to devote my full attention to my role as observer. Make sure she knows you intend to be inhabiting all those organs again as soon as possible, afterward. An apothecary worth their salt is like to have notes.
...other than that... You don't know yourself to have a particularly fragile or... quirky, soul, do you? I don't mean metaphorically.
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We haven't spoken directly, but she's worked with Blood Fiend before without issue, so far as I understand it. It shouldn't be that hard to figure something out. I am... willing to aid in sweetening the pot, as this IS my project you require it for.
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[ what a polite minion. He thought that was a complaint. ]
I wouldn't mind word being out to the corners of the pasture that Rose might be able to secure one a backup body that isn't a sheep, personally. I rather think that could prove convenient for me in the future.
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[ it's a perfectly normal meadow, thank you very much. they have a very cozy looking firepit. also all the red sheep suddenly started wearing fancy accessories the other day en masse. There's just few outside this late-- emboldened by Angie's presence in the yard, probably.
One starts walking ahead of him as he approaches Angel Devil's waiting figure, then stops, turns, and baa's as if it's. Announcing, one or the other of them.
Then it walks off into the barn. The rose lock on their door clicks shut, after it goes in.
Angie waves. ]
Ah, there you are. Follow me. It's just around back.
[ he heads off with a spring in his step. ]
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It's been over a year since I put one of these together by hand... I keep having to catch myself on the steps I have to skip due to being in-- a different world, different circumstances... but! One makes do.
[ at first, it's too dark back there. what angie leads him to seems like it's just a dark shape, vaguely akin to a humanoid. it's hanging on a scarecrow frame, though the both of them come up over it's... head? area?--
anyway, he waves his hand, and a few little wisps of eerie light appear around the two of them-- revealing THIS.
not pictured are the sheep print crocs but we know. we know they'll be there soon enough. ]
A motley, yes, I know, but one that doesn't rot, can walk, talk, and if everything goes to plan... do everything you and I could conceivably do, were one to inhabit it.
...well, not me, for... several reasons, but-- one of us, certainly, hn?
Yes. It would take... more than I'm willing to do-- alone, to test it all properly, but as for verifying proper locomotion...
[ he rests his hand briefly on his chest as he thinks... ]
...Why, something that simple... Hmph. That's nothing. I can do that right now.
A step back, if you will. Now, let's... see...
[ he... closes his eyes?
his hair ruffles, a bit, from a phantom of a breeze that touches nothing else.
...for some reason, this, of all things, takes his solemn concentration. there's the impression that whatever he's doing to test it is, perhaps, something a little more complicated than he made it sound.
The ties holding the Black Mage to the frame pull loose, tugged apart by an unseen force, and it drops down from the frame holding it up-- and stumbles. Then... it slowly rights itself. Its head lolls. There's only darkness under the hat.
It takes one step, improbably holding up despite being a weird straw and cloth doll with questionable amounts of actual leg. Another. Then--
Pitches forward onto the ground, as Angie abruptly gives a pained hiss and opens his eyes, letting all of whatever he was doing go. His hand's went back to his sternum. ]
--ugh. Should. Be nothing, anyway, except for the fact that I've had my wings clipped by a certain bumbling sheep...
[ if angie was not literally asking minuet to poison himself and die rn he would pick up that hand like it was a dead leaf and simply drop it off of his person, getting pawed on when he's actively in pain is the opposite of comforting-- ]
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[ angelcube thoughtfully flips his hair, and... manifests a little purple lipstick tube. Sir. you're going outside in the dark. ]
Ten minutes.
Otherwise... I do suppose I have one or three questions I'd like to ask you beforehand, to better prepare.
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I can head over--
You know I don't care if you have your makeup on, right.
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[ pops his lips very lightly... yup, feels right. now, just a touch of the red eyeshadow...]
Anyway, relevant question for future days, if you had to pick a way to die, how.
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Fast-acting poison.
[ He rly just had that answer ready to go ]
Me sighing as i once again put up the cw suicide sign
Not in your sleep? I always thought departing as if into a dream was the most popular ideal of a good death.
Anyway, I do know there are some potently poisonous creatures here... perhaps combined with a Haste spell...
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I was gonna ask our new apothecary friend for her expertise.
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...
[ wait, he like. Appreciates this. Is there really a bit of a knot of anticipation loosening in his stomach? Huh. He's really made himself soft, avoiding killing things he got here. Some Angel of Death. ]
It'll be good to be able to devote my full attention to my role as observer. Make sure she knows you intend to be inhabiting all those organs again as soon as possible, afterward. An apothecary worth their salt is like to have notes.
...other than that...
You don't know yourself to have a particularly fragile or... quirky, soul, do you? I don't mean metaphorically.
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[ we'll get back to quirky souls in a second ]
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[ <-- transactional interactions georg ]
We haven't spoken directly, but she's worked with Blood Fiend before without issue, so far as I understand it. It shouldn't be that hard to figure something out. I am... willing to aid in sweetening the pot, as this IS my project you require it for.
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I'm asking how much discretion you want.
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[ what a polite minion. He thought that was a complaint. ]
I wouldn't mind word being out to the corners of the pasture that Rose might be able to secure one a backup body that isn't a sheep, personally. I rather think that could prove convenient for me in the future.
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Anyway, soul's normal. At least, no one's ever told me any different.
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[ clicks his compact shut. ]
Alright. That's enough for me. Bye bye, Blue. See you outside.
[ will be chilling near the rose barn entrance with a ball of ghostly pale blue light by his head. ]
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But okay, he's meandering his way over to Rose barn and quietly hoping their meadow isn't booby trapped or some shit. ]
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One starts walking ahead of him as he approaches Angel Devil's waiting figure, then stops, turns, and baa's as if it's. Announcing, one or the other of them.
Then it walks off into the barn. The rose lock on their door clicks shut, after it goes in.
Angie waves. ]
Ah, there you are. Follow me. It's just around back.
[ he heads off with a spring in his step. ]
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[ at first, it's too dark back there. what angie leads him to seems like it's just a dark shape, vaguely akin to a humanoid. it's hanging on a scarecrow frame, though the both of them come up over it's... head? area?--
anyway, he waves his hand, and a few little wisps of eerie light appear around the two of them-- revealing THIS.
not pictured are the sheep print crocs but we know. we know they'll be there soon enough.]--Hmm.
[ he reaches over and adjusts its hat slightly. ]
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It's--
Um.
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...well, not me, for... several reasons, but-- one of us, certainly, hn?
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One of us, sure!
Are you sure it can walk?
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[ he rests his hand briefly on his chest as he thinks... ]
...Why, something that simple... Hmph. That's nothing. I can do that right now.
A step back, if you will. Now, let's... see...
[ he... closes his eyes?
his hair ruffles, a bit, from a phantom of a breeze that touches nothing else.
...for some reason, this, of all things, takes his solemn concentration. there's the impression that whatever he's doing to test it is, perhaps, something a little more complicated than he made it sound.
The ties holding the Black Mage to the frame pull loose, tugged apart by an unseen force, and it drops down from the frame holding it up-- and stumbles. Then... it slowly rights itself. Its head lolls. There's only darkness under the hat.
It takes one step, improbably holding up despite being a weird straw and cloth doll with questionable amounts of actual leg. Another. Then--
Pitches forward onto the ground, as Angie abruptly gives a pained hiss and opens his eyes, letting all of whatever he was doing go. His hand's went back to his sternum. ]
--ugh. Should. Be nothing, anyway, except for the fact that I've had my wings clipped by a certain bumbling sheep...
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Putting a hand on his shoulder ]
Oi! You good?
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