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[featherbeaned]

Who: Idols! Monsters! Monstrous idols ...?
Where: Anywhere, everywhere
When: 298. early morning

[What are you up to?]

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[worthathousand]

What.

[beautifulend]

I know! It's great, isn't it?!

[worthathousand]

It's... alarming, honestly.

[ tail flicking intensifies. isn't this game supposed to be harmless??? ]

You can put them back again, can't you?

[beautifulend]

Mostly! Apparently, demon souls are weird and turn into weapons and you have to stab their body to put them back? But everything else works fine!

[worthathousand]

[ logic brain: that sounds bad
id brain: that sounds sick as hell ]

Where did you find a demon to rip the soul out of?

[ a beat ] ...I admit I'm a bit envious about the weapon part.

[beautifulend]

[ no logic brain it is ONLY sick as hell. there is nothing else to say about that ]

The griffin and his entire family except one of his dads I think are demons. You didn't know?

[worthathousand]

Oh, them. I'm... tempted, actually, to ask you to show me their weapon forms, if they allowed it...

[ COUGHS. focus, Amaranth. ]

....Which version of his father isn't demonblooded?

[beautifulend]

Raven. I'm not entirely sure about that, but the griffin told me he was created because his father had a thirst for power and cast off what he considered to be his human weaknesses, so I'd assume there's no demon inside of him.

[worthathousand]

....You know, with what I know of that family, that actually makes perfect sense.

It's almost an injustice to poets that they are all not more freely available as inspiration for the composition of ballads.

[beautifulend]

They really are a lot, aren't they? Enough to be able to keep up with us.

[worthathousand]

It's really something. But you know, Nero wouldn't be worthy of Shrike if it weren't the case—even if after all this time, he still seems to think there's something wrong with him.

[beautifulend]

I can't blame him. Some days it's hard for me to believe someone as good as her would bother to even entertain a beast like me. I can't imagine being how lost I'd be being married to her.