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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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From:

mourning_star

[ ~~~

"True. My shepherd wasn't too bad, either." ]

From:

electricflock

Tart is good too. Do you sing?

[excluding when they were forced to]

From:

finalbows

[ fluffs feathers a little
"Not... often.
I love listening, but... I like my voice to sound a certain way. Singing goes so... wide!" ]

Edited Date: 2024-03-16 09:04 pm (UTC)

From:

electricflock

Could teach you, if you wanted.

From:

mourning_star

[ he's much less filtered communicating like this, which is why that shy noise just got through at all.

"...If it's you, I could bear practice." ]

From:

electricflock

[there's a soft rustling sound— muffin's trying to preen the angie cube]

Can show you some exercises you can do on your own, too.

From:

mourning_star

[ the cube's a little more ghostly than usual, if you, say, are used to Quetzal's usual Cube Antics. some missing something, without his natural gift for telepathy to pour into it. but the cube perks up like it's doing something, anyway.

"Muffin's Scales Class~?" ]

From:

electricflock

"Music with Muffin!"

From:

mourning_star

[ coo~.

"Looking forward to it." ]

From:

electricflock

[coo purrrrrrr]

Going to be busy when back to your body.

From:

finalbows

[ "And so much work to do to get there... There's a place Rose made. Has tools I need. But no hands. Might ask flockmate. But the one who goes in most is... risky flockmate. Just need... a good plan." ]

From:

electricflock

Could I help? I have hands.

From:

finalbows

[ perks up. then pops back down a little bit like he's second guessing it, but...

"It's going to be... unsightly. Need to feed my body mana... special light... may need to cut.. if some parts do not work." ]

From:

electricflock

I fixed your crest when you died before.

...Are hurt worse this time, but I can do it if is for you. And you'll be there to tell me what to do. Is your body, but you're here.

From:

finalbows

[ ...the dovecube goes >_< and then leans in and nuzzles him ]

From:

electricflock

[hugs the cube as much as a semi-ghostly cube can be cuddled]

And if someone's being... "risky," then I extra want to help.

From:

mourning_star

[ "Then... you get the important part.
...Meet me, soon... at Rose, in the night?" ]

From:

electricflock

Soon... Tonight?

From:

finalbows

[ "No, stay and play at Bluebell. Need to... ...need to thaw body some, first." ]

From:

electricflock

[nods]

[chirps when he remembers it's a cube call]

Okay. When is ready, I'll be ready.

From:

mourning_star

[ gentle coo.

"...Thank you. You're always... being the one I can trust." ]

From:

electricflock

[trills back softly, mingling a dove call with a higher gryphon lilt]

I'm... happy when you trust me.

From:

mourning_star

_{[ ...there is, louder, now shed of his curse, the piece of him that always wonders why. the piece of him that would rush to rebuff a reached-out hand, when offered.

it is a piece he would usually mollify with cynicism: imperious assurance that he understood the base motives that would drive someone to an appearance of 'kindness,' or 'care;' whispers that since he knew the real reason, he could tolerate it, and be all the more in control of its course.

there are steps and steps in the sands of time behind them that put them in this moment. but even in hindsight...
the cold patterns he would normally place them as do not, in any way, match. ]}

Edited Date: 2024-03-24 03:39 am (UTC)

From:

mourning_star

_{[ ...but right now
he doesn't have quite the same cold calculation underpinning his thoughts that is his "birthright" as a Genome, making him want to KEEP looking, keep teasing out the "why" until it is flayed of feeling, for fact. he doesn't feel like it is all just playing pretend, over top of that.

instead, he hears that sound,
a call that he knows in his tiny bones, mixed with something else that's all Muffin... and feels. ]}