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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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[finalbows]

What's the saying...? Ah, yes.

Finders, keepers. Losers,
weepers.

But, how odd, I don't SEE any tears just yet. Do you need a little help with that part, doll?

[catposting]

[ squirms!! damn this fur tail!! ]

I-I'm not as easy to threaten as you think...! B-besides, if you kill me, they'll come for you! You don't want to get on the wrong side of the Workshop!! Just give me the map and I'll go quietly, I promise!

[finalbows]

Oh no, oh my, friends. Do you hear that? We don't want to get on the wrong side of the Work~shop. All we need to do is hand over the map!

What do you think, my darlings? Should we give him what he wants?

_{[ this is the 'you two better have copied down that map already' voice. ]}

1/?

[catposting]

...

[ vines sprout from the hedge behind the intruder, caressing his neck and chin. the kitten floats up, cross-legged on his blue lighthouse, a strange glint in his eyes. ]

Are you saying... that they let you, a trusted employee, run around freely...? That as far as they're concerned, you're on — let me guess, your lunch break?

[ a vine strokes his cheek. ]

2/?

[catposting]

[ gulps, looks away ]

I... it's... you don't know what you're talking about!! Just... just give me the map and I... I'll talk to them...!

3/4

[catposting]

Ah, that's a good one.

[ a low chuckle escapes the kitten's throat, reverberating through his slight frame ]

You'll talk to them. What did they promise you, tumbleweed? Was it fortune? Glory? Power? Was it—

4/4

[catposting]

No! Nothing, nothing like that!! The Angel, I, I just wanted to...

Re: 4/4

[finalbows]

To, to, to...? Congratulations. The angel is listening.

[catposting]

...

I can't say.

[finalbows]

Worry not.

Myself and my fellows are more than capable of helping you realize that, in fact,

you. very. much. CAN.

_{[ pokes him again. this time with a bit of electric charge behind it. ]}

[catposting]

[ the tumbleweed yelps! again! ow!! ]

— Wait, Rosebell.

[ the kitten floats to your side, eyes shadowed. do you comply? or do you carry on? ]

[finalbows]

What? I've got inertia, over here, you know.

[catposting]

...

How much do you really know about the Workshop?

[ addressing them both. the tumbleweed bites his lip, clearly trying not to blurt out something unnecessary. ]

[finalbows]

Less than I'm about to, apparently.

1/4?

[catposting]

[ slips off the right side of his shirt, revealing a pale, lean torso underneath. the cuff on his left arm jingles at the movement. on his right shoulder, there's a sunken brand overlaid with the shape of a pine tree. you've seen Blood Fiend shirtless. you've never seen this.

the brand, minus the tree, matches the badge on the tumbleweed's shirt. the Weed's eyes widen. ]

2/4?

[catposting]

Don't tell me... you're from... Pine?! That's impossible! Nobody... everyone knows that nobody—

3/5

[catposting]

Leaves that place alive? Is that what they told you?

[ you've heard this ugly edge to his tone before, in another lifetime; no, another nexus between lives. Blood Fiend doesn't remember, but you do, don't you?

the kitten slides back into his shirt, leaning in close to the tumbleweed. cups the boy's cheek with a clawed hand, lifting his chin. ]

Haven't you ever asked yourself what they're doing in there? Ah, well. Guess it's irrelevant to someone like you. Still, since you were kind enough to let us bring the map all the way here, I'll tell you a secret.

I had permission to leave. Hah, no, you could call it their blessing. The Workshop themselves contacted me not too long ago; they're waiting for me, you know. To finish climbing the Tower. You're a smart kid, aren't you? Surely you know how much Floor Tests cost, this high up. Did you think a bunch of lowly Regulars would meddle with the Workshop's affairs for nothing?

4/5

[catposting]

You... you don't mean—!

5/5

[catposting]

[ strokes the boy's cheek with his other hand. the tumbleweed shivers. ]

... It's a shame, really. You have something to fight for too, don't you? A desire that burns in your chest so brightly that it blinds you to the truth. Did you never think it was strange? That such an important map was left in such an obvious place? Mmm... it really is a shame that they'd put you directly in the path of the Pine Workshop's ace like this. Believe it or not, I don't like seeing lights like that die. It's why I started climbing in the first place.

[ he smiles. ]

You don't have to, though. Die, I mean. You know where Blossom is being kept, don't you?

Re: 5/5

[finalbows]

_{[currently wondering if he could summon a blood fiend mind palace into the pasture if he drew that brand and tree sigil in real life and bled on it]}

1/? gagtag

[catposting]

[ i am locked in a closet cringing hard enough to bring down the entire pasture ]

2/2

[catposting]

[ the kitten glances at you, suddenly remembering that he has Spectators. his hands are still cupping the tumbleweed's face. ]

What?

Re: 2/2

[finalbows]

Oh, no, please. Don't stop on my account. Do carry on.

_{[ does a little "shoo, shoo" wave at them. ]}

[catposting]

[ grumbling ]

Stop thinking weird things.

[ he has no idea what you're thinking. it's just your Vibes. ]

[finalbows]

Sorry, kitty cat. Not for the moons and stars can I fulfill that request.


Anyway, chop chop, get back on it, unless you want ME to handle this interrogation after all~? _{[ clasps his hands together. They visibly run with sparks of crackling blue electricity. ]}