Cecil sets him down on the floor at her feet, but she's sure not to give him his ability to control his own legs back. She sets the cup of tea down in front of him and scratches his ears affectionately before grabbing a clean bowl and some wine. And also a cupcake. ]
I'm just a mouse..., the mouse says resignedly. But, he has lots of pockets, and his hair is pretty messy. I can hide? I would hide if that makes you happy.
To be honest, I'm not really sure how to explain the whole...soul thing.
[ Cecil is a little conflicted as to who to talk to first, glancing between Barakiel's daemon and the angel himself; she settles for first responding to the little mouse, rubbing her ears and neck with her index finger as she speaks to her. ]
That would make me happy. But he should take care of his body too.
[ Then to Barakiel, after some hesitation, and while she's still petting his soul: ]
Barakiel, meanwhile...figures that he can't avoid answering now that Cecil's brought that all up. Welp.]
Kind of? Well...yes, actually, it was. But it wasn't really like this either... In my world--at that time--it was more like, I was all soul? Well, we all were. So it was pretty ordinary. Not, you know. Some kind of special soul...thing.
[ Real talk, if Barakiel acted as cute and happy for affection as his soul is behaving right now, he'd have Cecil wrapped around his little finger. Well, more than usual, anyway. She super is in love with this tiny mouse. Soul!mouse is going to get all the ear-scritches and head-kisses. ]
I am familiar with the concept of complete spiritual forms. There are beings called eidolons where I am from that live in a separate plane of existence from me and my people. I believe they tend to consist of all unique energy until they are summoned to our plane.
That doesn't make what happened to you any less horrible, Barakiel. It is all right to be upset about it.
[can he get free? he's going to try to wriggle free and away now. though it's a little hard to do so because he's keeping his hands firmly cupped around his soul mouse.]
Day 112, status effect tea party
[sneaking another quick tiny lap of tea while Cecil is distracted :x]
"Courtinuations" tho :')
[ She totally saw you do that, puppy.
Cecil sets him down on the floor at her feet, but she's sure not to give him his ability to control his own legs back. She sets the cup of tea down in front of him and scratches his ears affectionately before grabbing a clean bowl and some wine. And also a cupcake. ]
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Do you feel any different?
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[damn]
...and truthful.
[double damn]
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Oh?
[ She smiles, though it's a little malicious, and she reaches out to pet him gently. ]
So what's on your mind right now?
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...How delicious the tea smells. And what all that other stuff does.
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Day 115, objective bubble challenge
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I like to think I've picked up the trick of it over the years.
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I know I'm the one being rude here. But there's been a lot of weird fuckers, saying weird shit to me. They start off normal but it always goes there.
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Forget I said anything about it.
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That's getting a little melodramatic, isn't it?
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Day 222, daemons
I'm just a mouse..., the mouse says resignedly. But, he has lots of pockets, and his hair is pretty messy. I can hide? I would hide if that makes you happy.
To be honest, I'm not really sure how to explain the whole...soul thing.
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That would make me happy. But he should take care of his body too.
[ Then to Barakiel, after some hesitation, and while she's still petting his soul: ]
...Was it... when you were captured? Torture?
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Barakiel, meanwhile...figures that he can't avoid answering now that Cecil's brought that all up. Welp.]
Kind of? Well...yes, actually, it was. But it wasn't really like this either... In my world--at that time--it was more like, I was all soul? Well, we all were. So it was pretty ordinary. Not, you know. Some kind of special soul...thing.
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I am familiar with the concept of complete spiritual forms. There are beings called eidolons where I am from that live in a separate plane of existence from me and my people. I believe they tend to consist of all unique energy until they are summoned to our plane.
That doesn't make what happened to you any less horrible, Barakiel. It is all right to be upset about it.
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[Mouse is suuuuper happy getting skritches from Cecil, but pauses long enough to add its two cents.]
It's true. After a while, it stops mattering so much.
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Cecil holds up the mouse in her palm so that she's eye-level with her, frowning. ]
That makes me rather sad. I'm sorry.
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Day 222, daemons
[can he get free? he's going to try to wriggle free and away now. though it's a little hard to do so because he's keeping his hands firmly cupped around his soul mouse.]
Barakiel. Sorry for the confusion...