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[crittersheep]

WHO: EVERYONE
WHERE: Pasture or beyond
WHEN: Day 29 - Afternoon into the Evening

[ The day marches on! The mist might not be 'fixed' but that doesn't mean anyone should stop living. Go forth! Explore any of the new buildings you haven't yet, take some memories, and make bad decisions. The world is your oyster!

Maybe there are even a few new (or old) faces lurking about? Say hi! ]

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[finalbows]

...maybe later.

_{[ flounces off, the shepherd staff not far behind. ]}

[catposting]

[ gives the most exasperated sigh. cubes him ]

I told Shadow Fiend I'd be around if she needed anything. Same goes for you.

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_{[ stops gliding along just over the ground. lands. ]}

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_{[ slow rattling breath out ]}

10/11 he's not red it's just the expression vibe

[finalbows]

_{[ he tells him that the minute he's holding THIS blasted thing. Of course. ]}

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[finalbows]

Hee. Hee. Hee.


And so begins my reign of terror.

[catposting]

You look like someone just slapped you.

[finalbows]

Merely still bitten from the windchill, earlier, cat.

We'll avail ourselves as needed of one another, then.

[catposting]

...

Is that staff telling you to murder me, or something?

[finalbows]

It does seem to fill with me a foreign desire to strike things, with it.

_[/bullshit]

[catposting]

[ rolls his eyes ]

You're avoiding me.

[finalbows]

Do you see me in motion, cat...? Do you detect me trying to stifle your attempts to contact me, via astral message?

[catposting]

You turned around and flew away just now.

Was it something I said?

[finalbows]

This pasture is my vacation home.

No, I don't want the same job the Lilylord has.

[catposting]

[ softly ]

I know.

Good thing our flock doesn't exactly want to be bossed around. Nothing has to change, on your end. If anyone tries to tell you that you suddenly have responsibility over an entire barn of "cagey strangers" just because a stick flew at you, then...

[ shrugs ]

I'll throw them in the mist too.

[finalbows]

Well--

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Good.
That can be the extent. Upon which I collect, on your offer.

<sub>[ "There's more to life than power, you bastard," he'd said.

in a twisted way, this is--
Angie's attempt, at keeping that true. ]</sub>

[catposting]

[ why does he feel like Angie took that the wrong way ]

...

Did you know the sheep are people?

[finalbows]

Yes.
I've suspected, since... early on.

I've felt certain, since the incident with that barfly demon. My experiences have done something nice for me, at least, in that I am not blinded by exteriors, from realizing when I am looking at... a similar situation.

For a long time, the only question I had was where she was keeping all the souls meant to truly inhabit her fleet of vessels. I wondered if, perhaps, they were meant to simply grow them. Or even feed from us, like a crystal might. Then... she made the location obvious.


Slumbering in plain sight, after all.