at that time my plan was for everyone to be a sacrifice

[finalbows]

WHO: The Rose Devil Army (& visitors)
WHERE: rose barn, fountain when we feel up to it, Around???
WHEN: Day 3 & some bonus 4

_{[ dunno about you guys but he's not doing SHIT until he's done practically boiling himself in hot water like a lobster ]}

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[FOUNTAIN]

[catposting]

[ fountain shit here ]

Re: [FOUNTAIN]

[catposting]

[ shrugs, tosses coin. surely if he wishes hard enough he'll finally get better Clothe--

oh.

he is so going to strangle Stormy. Eventually. Maybe not today. BUT EVENTUALLY. ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ sudden sense of extreme déjà vu of a sensation he can't quite name, before

mystery science furry theatre 3k happens
hold on he's dazzled by all the cool star wars shit, when HIS world of origin did any of that cool tech it was all GROSS and PARTIALLY ORGANIC. but as for the more personal revelations? in a way that feels. ah. narratively appropriate. unsurprising, even, in that way that feels like you just read the outcome of a book you were too-well in tune with to feel entirely comfortable with it. he remembers most of the words verbatim of that speech, in the time they spent hanging between alive and dead, considering it was, like, today.


anyway,

into THAT profound post-cinematic silence, ]</sub>



The world crossing fountain is full of memories. Of course it is. How else would you bridge worlds effectively but through tracing back through the lines of lives...? _{Plagiarists, I did it first.}

How....
Suitably awful. As if we did not lack enough privacy from another. And this is how we achieve betterment for our lots in this life.

[catposting]

. . .

Considering what just happened to us, surely you can handle a few water pictures, Angel Devil.

[ he is so tired. ]

[finalbows]

--I can handle anything, I'm just angry we went through all that and the way this is made might actually be something more easily...

<sub>[ ...

thinks.


the corridor through time he made did, uh. happen to be on top of a concentrated nexus of the tormented dead. when he thinks about it.]</sub>

[finalbows]

<sub>[ 'surely you can handle a few water pictures,' huh? fine! of course he can..what does it matter! he said it his own damn self. This is how they're now to better their lots here.

tosses the damn coin in.

...

This seems to be... a memory of Angel Devil encountering rain for the first time, and dancing and playing in it. Super undignified! He doesn't look younger at all, despite the more immature behavior? But he does look different; shorter hair in the color red, a complete lack of feathers, far plainer clothes. A keen eye might even notice his eyes are blue instead of purple.

It ends with him shivering, gripping his arms, a look on his face that more than anything seems-- confused, but pleased, sat down at the base of a tree, tail curled around himself, watching the flurry of motion of thousands of drops bouncing off all the bits of springy, vivid green, green, green.

Memroies are colored by emotions. This is a memory with a sense of the world being profoundly alive. ]</sub>

[catposting]

Wow. That's pretty cute!

[ thank you for being so easily swayed. ]

[finalbows]

Be quiet. Like everyone would be a stoic seeing real weather for the first time.

[catposting]

What's wrong with being cute?

"oh so that's how we heal"

[finalbows]

<sub>[ ...


as soon as Angel Devil gets home to good ol' barn sweet barn, he stops short. and starts dead eyeing the cutesy depiction of a vampire sheep on their Powers Guide, still declaring, as it did yesterday, DrinK to LiFe to all comers.


..he gingerly touches his newly overly pointy canines. reads the sign again. drops his hand limply to his side. ]

Angel Devil Vampire...? Vampire Angel Devil? Angel... Vampire Devil?

[ so HERE is when he cracks ]</sub>

Re: "oh so that's how we heal"

[catposting]

Devilish Vampire Angel?

[finalbows]

Mm. It's a start.



This would have been great to know before willing blood sacrifices were thoroughly ruined for everyone. You know? There was a chance to slip it in under the door. "Ooh, you folks heal through crying? That's tough. Also, unfortunately for us,"

[catposting]

[ <- had a suspicion




said nothing because lol Shinsu healing 🙂 ]

I doubt it would have made a difference. Our Emperor insisted on using the wildlife, despite knowing the dangers of the forest. Cutting ourselves was always going to be safer than risking the unknown, no matter how strong we — [ ugh, flashbacks of his External Transformation doing nothing against the bone cage ] — think we are.

Some people will always choose their personal sense of morality over logic.

[finalbows]

<sub>And normally I find those people of excellent use as patsies...

[ big sigh ]</sub>

...less so when one's destiny is tied to theirs.

[catposting]

[ sometime between entering the barn and having The Talk with Sonata, Blood Fiend will beeline for the upper cornermost (true southwest??) room, i.e. the one Furthest Away from the entire pasture, lock the door and then reinforce the inside with both vines AND External Transformation.

his door will look ordinary from the outside, but the ki sensitives might sense some sort of barrier.

aka don't talk to him if you know what's good for you. this is the only indication your resident shitposter will give as to how he actually feels (for now) 🙂 ]

day 3/day 4. any point in time in fine to poke

[finalbows]

<sub>[ day 3, after they'd all crawled home, kuja had dead-eyed the mutton delivery, tossed an ice spell at it right where it sat, boiled himself in a bath, then magically imprinted a peculiar sigil on the outside of the room he took as his new lair before committing to a swoon. night saw him on the roof again contemplating the twin moons, but overall, he took it easy, whilst weighing the pros and cons of stealing some sheep blood to see if it makes him feel a little less vampiric.

(answer: no way he'd stoop that low!!!)

but bright 'n early day four, still short on blood and now especially short on eating, he'd cracked the ice on that care package of questionably cruelty free meat.

now.... he's doing something he hasn't had to do since he was roughing it across the fringes of Gaian society in his single digits: building a campfire out in the Rose yard, and setting mutton to cooking on some sharpened sticks right in sight of all the dull-eyed red sheep.

it is a deeply anachronistic sight. he is extremely out of practice, and there is SO MUCH to criticize about every step of how he's doing it.

he's absolutely overcooking the hell out of it.

at least he can light things on fire with his mind, so he doesn't have to struggle with things like.. proper kindling... ]</sub>

day 4

[catposting]

[ perched on the edge of the roof ]

Guess cooking wasn't part of the pomp and twee little ritualism, huh.

[finalbows]

I don't know what you're talking about! This is perfectly nutritionally serviceable work. I am heating it to a temperature that eradicates all potential harmful organisms.

_{[ nutritionally serviceable work that he is currently scraping the burned parts off of. ]}

[catposting]

Can you even control smaller amounts of that?

[aididitmyway]

[Did someone order a Clover? Here's a Clover.

She's casually walking by, maybe listening to this disaster, and tossing grapes into her mouth. She's very good at catching them.]

day 4, evening, inside barn

[catposting]

[ post- Lighthouse regain and talk with Blossom ]

[ thanks to herd mentality, they have a couch now! a red crushed velvet rose pattern fainting couch! ]

[ Blood Fiend is currently occupying the entire couch. shove him off? ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ leans down to the arm of the couch

plucks up a stray straw of hay and tosses it off of the nice new couch with a disgruntled look. ]</sub>

This is cruel. This is actively sadistic, it's like watching a masterwork get dangled over turpentine, we don't have a floor.

_{[ note to self. get lint brush from Red before things get out of hand with the fur situation, neither violet blue nor silvery lavender blend into red upholstery. ]}

[catposting]

[ yawns, tail swishing lazily ]

[ a palm-sized blue cube appears next to Angel Devil's head and bops him while he's leaning down. if he can sense ~weird ki devices~ then he'll know that it was there all along, just invisible ]

[finalbows]

_{[ bop!
he'd sensed something new, pinging pretty much as "magic or magic adjacent," but pinning down an exact spot is hard when it's right next to something that's also magic, I.E. the cat. fussing with his crest now. Look, he shut up about the couch. ]}

Don't toss things so close to my feathers if you want to keep them, these take time. _{[ He reaches out to the cube, giving it a very careful tap! with his long pointy nail. ]} So this is... it, then?

[catposting]

[ cube starts spinning as he tilts his head toward Angel Devil ]

Yeah. It only has the basic camera functions, though.

[ visibly disappointed ]

[ the cube starts floats downward, stopping just beneath Angel Devil's chin. suddenly, a projection of their barn's exterior appears, the image vertically bisecting his face. don't get blinded?? ]