It's Minglin' Time

[crittersheep]

WHO: You
WHERE: Anywhere
WHEN: Afternoon 62

[ With Bluebell's lovely morning rite, it's shaping up to be quite the peaceful day. The spring thaw continues, bringing young lilywogs with lingering stubby tails to the shores. It's easy to spot them floating among the reeds, though they're still prone to scattering if disturbed.

And across the pasture everyone is hopefully having a peaceful day, right? Or have some of you been getting up to shenanigans instead? ]

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[strateelgic]

[Leviathan's hair is down to his feet, but otherwise he seems fine!]

Ah! Angie! So this is the body she put you in.

[He'll try to rub the bird's little head.]

You wear feathers well.

[finalbows]

[ ducks away. and takes the opportunity to abandon the fence for Levie's arm.

He DOES fluff up with some pride at the compliment. At least, if he has to be stick like this....

obhectively the capuchin was easier to get by as, but it was supremely embarassing. At least a bird fits his OWN aesthetics. ]

[strateelgic]

[This is fine. He'll accept a bird passenger instead of pets.]

Is communication more difficult like this? I would imagine so. We'll see about getting your body fixed up as soon as we can.

[finalbows]

[ there's a brief spike of emotion Leviathan feels -- genuine gratitude -- that goes away so fast, it's obvious it was actually Angie using Rose's power to place it there. ]

[strateelgic]

[Well that sure is something.]

[strateelgic]

Ah... We need you in top shape to find our priest, after all.

And you'll be pleased to learn that I've convinced my brother to come along as our weed. That's one less person needing a transformative item.

1/2

[finalbows]

[ appreciative coo.

...

Thinks about it for a minute. ]

2/2

[finalbows]

[ FLUFFS UP LIKE AWWW DAMMIT.

This is worth using his messy sledgehammer telepathy spell for. It's total garbage compared to his regular telepathy.

Forgot... needing more. ]

[strateelgic]

[He chuckles, even though that's such an odd feeling.]

Yes, you will. And I do advise going to Daisy this time, rather than Red. She specializes in potions and can offer the occasional spell option as well.

[finalbows]

[ at least... there's daisy... but it's going to be a nightmare to undertake something like that in this body!

...he's seriously thinking about if it would be worth it to get pulled over into his stashed doll body. except those can't use magic. it's either be actually helpless but able to talk, or just look helpless and have to jump hoops to get the message through...


ugh fuck it he wants hands

Levie. Have... a doll. Hid in workshop. ]

[strateelgic]

Oh? Will that be suitable?

[Not that he knows anything about soul transference, but surely it can be done.]

[finalbows]

[ well. he should probably tell a little bit of truth here.

"...Can't magic in doll." ]

[strateelgic]

Not even the flock magic?

[finalbows]

[ "Don't think so. ...Maybe herd mentality, but..."

hunkers down and fluffs his feathers up like. fully cognizant that it was dangerous ENOUGH out there with him at full blast. angel devil may be a brat about keeping his original body as much 'itself' as possible, but he's also a pragmatist. ]

[strateelgic]

Which form would be more useful for any plans you currently have?

[finalbows]

[ single mournful coo. this is as close as he gets to a sigh.

begrudgingly,
"...This." ]

[strateelgic]

Ah.

Being this size could have its benefits...

[finalbows]

[ mad about it
is it too late to change his mind on sheep bodies?

...


absolutely, there's gonna be a sleeping soul in there UNDERNEATH his and that gives him a different kind of heebie-jeebies

"...still can move doll... into barn." ]

[strateelgic]

[Speaking of the heebie-jeebies...]

Of course!

Can we put it in the main living area to creep out unsuspecting visitors? Well, I suppose you'd probably rather keep it in your room.

[finalbows]

[ "Curse it... no one touches it. Then, fine."

and with that he flutter-flutters his wings, and starts off toward the workshop. ]

[strateelgic]

Do you mean... curse the doll?

[Following after!]

[finalbows]

[ "What else?" ]

[strateelgic]

With what kind of curse, might I ask?

[finalbows]

[ HERE WE ARE AT OUR DESTINATION roosting while Leviathan closes the last bit of distance

Simple. Add.. Deterrent. Same... as my room.

aka Angie's bedroom door that gives anyone who tries to open it a good zap if they try the doorknob without disabling the magic bullshit on it ]

[strateelgic]

Sounds fair enough. We do want to keep it safe, after all.

[Unlocking the door for them since he's the only one with hands.]