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[ Angel Devil. ]
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[ 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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Once upon a time~~.

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<sub>[ if he could remember the curse right now, maybe he'd say something spectacularly cutting and poisonous, about how he's become accustomed to teammates toying with his mind.



but he can't. instead, he plays with the cat's hair, twirling some of it into a little ringlet around his finger. ]</sub>

Go on. Take your time.

[catposting]

You're - Angel Devil.

[ TAKE HIS TIME? CHALLENGE ACCEPTED ]

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Also known as: the great, illustrious Angel Devil, ender of worlds, killer of monarchs... or Quetzalcoatl. Or, Art, as in art form. Or... there WAS another one...

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[catposting]

Redsoul.

[catposting]

Or... the President's scribe.

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_{[ soft scoffing noise.
the trickle of Regen that had still been flowing to him surreptitiously starts to die off. ]}

So you fell over because it was your skull that got too heavy, huh?

[catposting]

... Something like that.

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[catposting]

This is.

A very stupid way to regain eleven days' worth of memories.

[ the ONE TIME he decides to hold onto a memory coin instead of using it instantly ]

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_{[ well, that's enough to make him try and retreat out from under cat to primly stand up and dust himself off ]}

[catposting]

[ he's so disoriented that he just rolls over pathetically ]

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Well. Good luck with all that.
Cheers.

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_{[ stops to dab the blood off of the edge of the fountain with a kerchief ]}

[catposting]

[ sits up, wincing as he does. his head is spinning SO BAD ]

... Thanks. For the healing.




And for staying.

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_{[ slow sigh ]}

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Stop trying to hop up when you're clearly not in a state for it.

[catposting]

[ a ragged half-laugh ]

What, and lay here waiting for someone to trip over me? If it's all the same to you, I'd really rather not have to explain to some bypasser why I'm sprawled pathetically on the grass.

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Idiot. This is why everyone knows you're only pretending at being a docile cat. Beholden to no one but a little serpent, and you can't even imagine laying back to watch the sky for the sake of being alive?

[catposting]

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It's nice, isn't it? Being alive.

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...I'm significantly fond of the practice.

_{[ and yet. ]}

[catposting]

You've changed, you know.

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The word's "adapted," I believe! And so have you.

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Before, we were both ready to be told to start fighting for our lives at the drop of a hat against the others, right? Ah. How nostalgic.

[catposting]

I know, right? Seems like a lifetime ago. [ ... ] I guess it was, if we're counting pasture death as true death.

[ he leans back on his hands, sighing ]

Do you want it to mean something? The memories of us, from back then. Before we adapted. It can. But it doesn't have to.

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<sub>[ the heavy weight of not-mentioning-it he'd left in the air? this was a test.

and it's a rare day, when Angel Devil poses one of his quiet little tests and someone passes.


it's a rare day. ]</sub>

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They're YOUR memories. I don't decide what you do with them.

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You know what I think?

I really should have just given in and tried to light you on fire. You had far too much energy to spare. Would have worked a little of it off.