[ if i ran at flurry first again im gonna shit myself
anyway!! a low table and a little seat. he's gonna come over, then, settling down in a puff of black feathers, legs crossed. no more hide and seek huh ]
Does that mean whatever you're wandering around as right now's what you want to be wandering around as, too? Or that you just don't want to be seen.
I gave up my form long ago. It ceased to serve a useful purpose, especially in this place, so I found having one to be unnecessary.
Now that you all have arrived here and you require more help, a physical form seems to be of comfort to some. If you wish to converse with a more solid presence, I'll need time before more of you stroll into my home unannounced.
[ sometimes you gotta like. put a BODY on before someone just rolls up to your house, god.]
[ familiar, kind of, in the way that even now still squeezes a little residual anxiety in his chest. even prepared as he was, as he is, for what has happened and what is to come (and what was lost), it still... ]
Can't promise I'll knock next time either. But - talking like this 's fine, too. [ ... that part is familiar, too. in some ways more than others. vax shifts where he's settled. ]
How... [ he trails off, for a moment. a little awkwardly, maybe. ] long's it been, since you did that? Gave up a physical form. Since...you were here?
weird. he tries to button it up a little with the flicker, cognizant of his own complementary color for a moment. ]
...Like your doors, yeah? Forgot where I came from halfway here.
[ thought not exactly relaxed, the talk away from metaphysical lack of forms does help, and vax settles a little further, propping his elbow on the table. ] Take whatever form you like. This is fine, too. Little weird, but I've had weirder.
In the Prism, do you mean? Yes. I "like" it, though liking something or not is of little importance in the end. It allows me to fulfill my goals. It is my home. I care for it.
Yeah, when I was first looking around - kept going through doors. Couldn't even remember where I started from. Magic illusion shit.
[ once again, with feeling: fucking doors.
but, oh, he listens to this too. talking to steel feels a little familiar, somehow. there's something about liking or not liking a duty that resonates with him, though he keeps that quiet for now. ]
Oughta tell em that then, maybe. [ just saying!! he seems to have relaxed a bit further now, propping his elbow on the table and his chin on his fist. ]
It's not bad, not working alone. Knowing somebody's got your back.
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it is just as shadowy, but a little larger. in the middle of the room is a low table, and a little seat just for you. ]
Hm. Perhaps some of both? Like many of the other places here, it reflects us back to ourselves. But in this space I have more control.
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anyway!! a low table and a little seat. he's gonna come over, then, settling down in a puff of black feathers, legs crossed. no more hide and seek huh ]
Does that mean whatever you're wandering around as right now's what you want to be wandering around as, too? Or that you just don't want to be seen.
[ because like
relatable ]
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Now that you all have arrived here and you require more help, a physical form seems to be of comfort to some. If you wish to converse with a more solid presence, I'll need time before more of you stroll into my home unannounced.
[ sometimes you gotta like. put a BODY on before someone just rolls up to your house, god.]
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... I get that.
[ familiar, kind of, in the way that even now still squeezes a little residual anxiety in his chest. even prepared as he was, as he is, for what has happened and what is to come (and what was lost), it still... ]
Can't promise I'll knock next time either. But - talking like this 's fine, too. [ ... that part is familiar, too. in some ways more than others. vax shifts where he's settled. ]
How... [ he trails off, for a moment. a little awkwardly, maybe. ] long's it been, since you did that? Gave up a physical form. Since...you were here?
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I will work on finding a more suitable form.
[ if people are just gonna keep bustin' in, might as well. ]
That is a concept difficult to keep track of here. I only know that it has been a long time.
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weird. he tries to button it up a little with the flicker, cognizant of his own complementary color for a moment. ]
...Like your doors, yeah? Forgot where I came from halfway here.
[ thought not exactly relaxed, the talk away from metaphysical lack of forms does help, and vax settles a little further, propping his elbow on the table. ] Take whatever form you like. This is fine, too. Little weird, but I've had weirder.
Do you like it here? Or is it just - what it is?
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[ they pause to consider the question. ]
In the Prism, do you mean? Yes. I "like" it, though liking something or not is of little importance in the end. It allows me to fulfill my goals. It is my home. I care for it.
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[ once again, with feeling: fucking doors.
but, oh, he listens to this too. talking to steel feels a little familiar, somehow. there's something about liking or not liking a duty that resonates with him, though he keeps that quiet for now. ]
Fulfill your goals...?
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[ everyone has so many comments about their shitty house!! too many doors. candles suck. why's it so creepy in here. god. picky. ]
That's right.
[ :) great thanks for the explanation steel ]
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[ do you ever???
anyway while this explanation did not happen vax, known walker away-er from conversations, respects this. ]
Kinda the strong silent type, huh? [ keep your secrets npc ]
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[ any evidence of personal touch at all, possibly? ]
Ah? Really? This is your impression of me? I'd thought I was being rather conversational.
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[ teasing, definitely teasing. ]
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If you are lacking for words, seek the yellow one. It can chatter endlessly.
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[ sir walks away from conversations ]
The yellow one... 's Bass, yeah? You get along with the other ones?
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[ wow! ]
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Shining praise, Steel.
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[ they might, actually. it might be the nicest thing steel has ever said about them. ]
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Oughta tell em that then, maybe. [ just saying!! he seems to have relaxed a bit further now, propping his elbow on the table and his chin on his fist. ]
It's not bad, not working alone. Knowing somebody's got your back.
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Is that how you prefer to work? In a group?
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Used to not. Partners and nothing else.
[ ... ]
But I learned to like it, with the right people.
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Yeah. Gotta have at least three, if you ask me.
[ as he just like reaches into his belt and pulls out
two lisa frank knives. who allowed this ]
Getting there.
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[ don't brag!!! anyway!!! who allowed this!!!!! ]
Someone has surrendered their weapon to you? You can tell them I will not be replacing it.
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Haggled for it fair and square. Honorably!
[ vex would be proud (?) maybe
anyway: ] Are you just a sword type, then? Singular?
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[ like, that's on them, if they wanna get attacked by clowns, ]
No. I have trained in many martial forms. The sword is one that I am very familiar with.
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