WEEM POST

[stirtheblood]

WHO: Weeds + ... visitors? passers-by? unknowable eldritch presences?
WHERE: Weeds clubhouse
WHEN: Day 39 afternoon ~ Day 40

[Some of us live here! And occasionally do the things you do when you are living a place! Or whatever other stuff you have got going on!]

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[soulsurvivore]

[ REJOICE, WEEDS.

For once, Faith has descended from her tower and stopped by the clubhouse, though it's mostly to see who's still around as well as who might be new.

She has a bottle of wine in hand and a few glasses are being held by the darkness coiled around her as she floats about. ]

[stirtheblood]

[SUMMONED BY BOOZE]

...Ya bring that to share?

[soulsurvivore]

[ as expected tbh. ]

Of course. I thought I'd see who was still around. You know, you and I are all that remains of the first black collars.

[ we don't count lethe. ]

[stirtheblood]

Huh, really...?

[He doesn't pay that much attention and did not meet Lethe until he was on Lily anyway,]

[soulsurvivore]

Really.

[ Her darkness forms a hand, pouring some wine into a glass and handing it over to him. ]

It's been about a month, as a matter of fact.

[stirtheblood]

[He takes the glass and takes a big sip immediately]

Haah! That ain't bad stuff.

...How come the others ain't stickin' around, ya think? Other than the guy who got eaten, I know that one.

[soulsurvivore]

Perhaps they simply cannot hack it out here.

[stirtheblood]

Hack what, exactly?

[soulsurvivore]

This place, Edgelord. This place.

[debug_mode]

Faith! It must be some special occasion.

[She gives her a nice smile.]

We're having a cookout outside. Want a burger?

[soulsurvivore]

I thought I'd come by to see who was still here.

[ She tips her head to the side. ]

No, that's quite alright. Thank you.

[debug_mode]

We're... in a time of quick turnover, it seems.

[soulsurvivore]

We're always in a time of quick turnover.

[debug_mode]

You've got me there.

[soulsurvivore]

Naturally.

[debug_mode]

You know something...? Is it about that one weed who had that bloody trust-based ritual and then ran off?

[reflectonyourchoices]

[ OOOH. Also zeroing in on that. ]

What sort of offering is that?

[soulsurvivore]

This is a gift. A welcoming of sorts for new allies.

[reflectonyourchoices]

I trust I count as one of those, then.

[soulsurvivore]

Naturally.

[ She has her darkness pour some wine into a glass, then handing it over to her. ]

My name is Faith. I was one of the first of the black collars to arrive here.

[reflectonyourchoices]

[ She takes it with slender glass claws. ]

Pandora. What is the purpose of this black collar?

[soulsurvivore]

It signifies our position in this pasture. We are called "Weeds" by the other flocks but really, we are outsiders not bound to what they are. We're capable of summoning demons and carrying out rituals for our own gain, though I would recommend exercising caution on that front. The flocks can be quite . . . trigger-happy.

[reflectonyourchoices]

[ Ugh. Pandora takes a sip of the wine. ]

They very much are. I was attacked within minutes of manifesting here.

[catposting]

[ he's Spyro now ]

Fancy seeing you out here.

[soulsurvivore]

[ looks at Fifi. ]

. . .

[ floats away.

she doesn't want to know. i'm so sorry, fifi. ]