<Moon> "Like.. I still perhaps will see you very much.." Moon was outside, sat down on the grass, her stubby little legs half-bent and leaving a patch of ground between for her chickens to bump around in. "..like.. Du`ghal has said still I just can come here sometimes. So if I become very, very good to do my things he will like me to do.. then I still will have my time to come back to here. Then I will see you, I think.." she mumbles q
 <Moon> uietly to the disinterested fowls.
 * Darkshade_Hellfire pauses for a moment before moving to lean against the porch banister, watching Moon and her chickens for a moment. Keeping quiet for now.
 <Moon> "Perhaps I soon will see if Hana will enjoy to have 'full-time job' of Moon Corps. To do a 'full-time carer' of you when I am gone. If she will not like it, Nanami perhaps will enjoy to. So do not worry, okay? Do not do a single one of worry of this." Buk buk buk. The chickens didn't seem especially bothered.
 <Moon> "Mostly perhaps.." Moon brightens up a little bit. Or tries to a great deal! "..oh..! Sn-.. jinx! Or.. Snap! Our lives sort of suddenly will become very samey: you will do your job of being chicken and soon I will do my job of being pet..! Snap! Ha-ha.."
 * Darkshade_Hellfire arches a brow as he listens to Moon. "Why would you want to be a pet?"
 <Moon> Moon flinches as Darkshade announces his presence, half-turning to peer over her shoulder at the man before, with a fidget, turning her whole body to face him. "..it just is my natural ways, Darkshade Hellfire. It just is what I have liked to become now for my life." It certainly, on paper, seemed to feel like a pretty ideal fit for her.
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 * Darkshade_Hellfire leans a bit over the banister as if to close some sort of gap. "You would rather be dependant on another to decide your basic needs? To provide fullfillment to another by sacrificing your freedom? Is that truly something that would make you happy?" He seemed to question her in such a way that she might have to think for a very long time before answering. Like playing good cop/bad cop.
 <Moon> Moon didn't really understand one or two of the words spoken and so the subsequence silence from her is only natural, the tubby catgirl gripping one of the dang chickens loosely between her hands as she stares at the ground ahead. In the end: "..yes." Well, then! "Yes, Darkshade." With one chubby hand idly stroking over the back of the chicken she has in her grasp, she continues: "..I mostly am same as chicken: I am beast in the
 <Moon> ir way. If-.. if you will put a chicken into house, they do messes of all of the house objects because they are of beast type so they must be in coop." Apparently she had thought about this quite a lot. "..they will be inside of coop but still they will get love, even if they are not good enough to be inside of doors. It is the same of me."
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 * Darkshade_Hellfire nods slowly. "I can see how you would assume such. But how are you different than a chicken Moon?" He climbs over the banister and falls to the ground, landing on his feet before walking over and sitting on the grass before her and those chickens. "Do you see any similarities between yourself and others? Anything you see that you and I share that you do not with chickens?"
 <Moon> Moon considers the question, resorting to look at the chicken in her grasp and then down at her self. Quietly inspecting. "..their meat has feathers to take off but my meat just is the 'right away' kind of meat." But there had to be more to it than skin! "..uhmm-.. sometimes I will enjoy to wear socks? And also Pandora and other people also will wear some socks but chickens never can? Because their feet is like a child's drawing
 <Moon>  of their mum's hands? Is-.. is the answer to this our same feet?"
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 * Darkshade_Hellfire smiles softly and nods. "That is one thing. But what else do you do that Pandora might do that your chickens cannot? You hold conversation hmm?? Think about the future? Perhaps even help your chickens even when they can't help you yes?"
 <Moon> "Mmgh.." Moon grumbles softly, nails dug only very gently into the chicken's back as she narrows her eyes in apparent concentration. "..I still am very poorly at conversationing, perhaps. I still am mostly of an animal in this way." Her grasp on the language was pretty fucking dodgy, after all! Moon sighhhhs and stretches her stout little legs out straight. "..still I have more sameness to chickens than of humans, perhaps, Darks
 <Moon> hade.. Than of people."
 * Darkshade_Hellfire shrugs lightly. "I think you're more like people than you give yourself credit for. If not for the simple fact you compare the similarities between yourself and chickens. Do you think they care if they are almost the same as you? No. They just do what chickens do. You however, are different than those chickens. Whether you see it or not."
 <Moon> "I am not, like.. it is n-.. when I will become pet, I will not.." Her hand lifts and turns a little bit in the air. "..I will not.. -become- chicken. Like.. it just-.." How was she supposed to explain this? It was so difficult. One of the reasons she was tempted so by the idea of not having to use her brain as often. "..it still will be me, Moon. But.. I will be.. in a way that just-.. is better for people who also are animals.
 <Moon>  S-.. still also a person but.. a person what is treated in such a way as a animal is more natural to be." Make what sense of that you can!
 * Darkshade_Hellfire shakes his head slowly. "It is better than enjoying what you love? Being around those who care for you? I think you only feel it is better because you were told all these fantastic things about it. Whatever you heard is wrong Moon. You shouldn't be a pet. You should be free."
 <Hanamat> "Why is Moon roaming free?" Another steps out onto the porch now, bottle of wine in hand, as Hanamat ventures out, presumably in the direction of the coop, but having people already about naturally makes the scarlet-haired girl pause and consider them, giving both a smile. Which turns more thoughtful, that look, as she glances between them. "Wait, whose pet is who?"
 <Moon> To the man's credit, Du`ghal had been most open and frank about all that being his pet would entail and while he had certainly used flowery language that didn't quite match up with what one might assume his character and personality to be, he had at least been honest enough to imply that it wasn't all going to be glamorous. And Moon did seem to understand that much. "..even if I must have my rules first of where I will go.. I st
 <Moon> ill can come to here. I still can come to here, Darkshade. It just-.. shall only be sometimes. It will be my structure in my life finally." And there was Hana! Moon, sat on the ground by the coop, has to take a moment to assess what Hana's response to the news might be. Whether it was even a good idea to tell her at all. Naturally, she does regardless of findings: "..I soon am to become pet to live away, Hana. I finally have bec
 <Moon> ame my role in life."
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 <Hanamat> "A pet?" Naturally Hanamat is blinking at once, one for the straightforward admission of such, and secondly, that Moon so easily seems to have fallen in with something, as is her nature, that perhaps has not been fully thought through? Though given the certainty with which Moon has been expounding on this to Darkshade... she blinks. "Moon? You're really going... you're going to become a pet?
 <Hanamat> Huh." She feels a need for the wine, and swallows down a lot of it then and there. "Whose pet are you going to be? Are you going to be living in a bigger coop next door to Dom and Izzy there? Go out for morning walks on a leash? What exactly?" She sounds unsure, like she's got no idea what to make of this.
 <Moon> "It just is man. The man you have done a speak to the other day. He says he very fancies me and will enjoy to look after me." Moon lays it down, not unlike a golden egg. She grasps Izzy in her lap throughout, hand rubbing idly across the chicken's back while she stares towards the grass beyond her feet. "Yes. I no longer will be living here, Hana. Except still I will visit very much. Still I very much will visit." She was quite
 <Moon> adamant about that, however low in voice she was throughout the discussion. Reluctantly committed to the whole thing. Certain that it was for her own good, finding for her at last a role in life that she could stick to but scared to fucking death of at the same time. Commitment was like that, I suppose. "..I just.. I just will hang out at his place all of my time, I think. Finally also I no longer will be virgin which also is pa
 <Moon> rts of what I will do as pet, perhaps."
 <Hanamat> She's quiet. That smile gone, and the absence of it seems very un-Hana-like indeed. Not a stranger, maybe, but not - not her. This time she tilts the bottle up again, and holds it there. When it comes down, she sets it aside on the rail of the porch and it is empty. It had been full, carried out just a moment before. And then she takes another moment to gather herself. "Just like that? Moon?
 <Hanamat> Just like... that? It's not the pet thing that bothers me so much, though it does too. But... what about Pan, Moon darling?" She steps down from the porch now, over to the coop, which seems more a perfunctory thing, a needless duty today even if she never considered it much of a chore. Her voice does sound a bit choked, as she glances away. "I thought you two were SISTERS."
 <Moon> Moon misses the absence of the smile, fixated as she suddenly was on that meaningless patch of grass that her gaze had decided to settle and remain on. Her stroking of Izzy stops and her hand remains settled on it, lips tight and eyes seeming as if rather distant as she considers Pandora. God, how she dreaded trying to break her decision to her sister. Her darling, wonderful sister who she loved like nothing and nobody else. "..
 <Moon> Hana.. I never have feeled in such a good way of myself to be here. Ev-.. Even if I very am fond of its people.. still I just am so crap at being a girl in this place. Still I just am so crap at it." So much mischief. So much trouble that others had to sort out for her. When would it end? "..she ju-.. j-.. who just-.. Hana, who are the three of people who have not done sex in this place? Who is the ones who never can fit in enou
 <Moon> gh of this way that.. that just to other people just is so NORMAL but just-.. but just cannot happen for them? The answer is Izzy, Dom and Moon. That is the answer of who still is not good at being a person to this place." she answers herself somewhat bitterly and without looking up from that patch of grass. "The answer is the one what is -beasts-."
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 <Hanamat> "And that's it? You just stop being sisters because of..." She goes still, hangs by her sides. "Be right back," she murmurs, before hastening back in. She's a moment, but is soon stepping out with another bottle of wine, and that cork is popped as she goes, flung away to wherever. No rafters today. But the wine, she feels a need. "Moon, if you want to play the whole beast thing... there are
 <Hanamat> PEOPLE here who have much less sense than you do. I'm serious!" For once she doesn't seem to be laughing. She's seen plenty of the ridiculous in her time, but Moon's antics always have such an earnest quality about them. She'll miss that, no mistake. "Prier, Tomaia, that crazy guy... there are plenty, if I actually stop to think about it... you think sex is what makes you belong here?" She
 <Hanamat> pauses with the wine. "FUCK THAT!" Has she ever shouted at Moon before? "It's the PEOPLE, Moon... all the people who love you, me and Pan and Temple and Nanami and Zi and Croissant and..." she pauses for a breath, having run on a bit. Then she glances back at Moon again, having hurled angry words to the air, elsewhere. Then, quietly, "I thought you loved us too..."
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 <Moon> Her head dropped down and ears folded throughout, Moon keeps a snug hold on the chicken in her lap. Sort of huddled around it. Hana was absolutely right about it being the people and were it the case that she thought she'd never be able to see the lot of them again, there was no way in heck that Moon would have dreamed of committing to this latest foolish venture of hers. But with the promise made that, schedule permitting, she
 <Moon> could come back and visit whenever she wanted.. it took the edge off things that Hana was doing a really good job of putting back on. A probably very important edge. "..I still do wa-.." And then: holy shit, Hana went and -shouted-. Didn't just shout but -swore-. And if Moon might have seemed willfully distanced before, her attention was entirely grabbed now, with her head lifting up and eyes ever so slightly widened as she watc
 <Moon> hes and listens to the naked wino. "Hana..! It-.. it just is more -good- t-.. more good for me to be in this way! It just is-.." Trying to gain some sort of argumentative momentum, she spares a hand from the chicken to gesture vaguely about in the air: "..I just am crap! I am crap at being people, Hana! I do n-.. I do not feel like I even can become -settled- here! I do g-.. Every day I must do new idea to try to become more hap
 <Moon> py in my life! Every day I must try to become-.. just-.. Every day I just must think of new way for me to have my ROLE in a life! I cannot have role of girlfriend because I am too fat and stupid! I cannot have role of boss of Moon Corps because I have became too tired! I cannot have role of sister because Pandora's life just is so, so big and hard for me to know all of! So I must do easy thing of PET. I MUST, Hana. I MUST be EAS
 <Moon> Y thing such as PET."
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 <Moon> "Still I ALWAYS will love you. I ALWAYS will love you and Pandora and Temple and Zi and Sayltna and Nana and all of my ones what I love so, -so- much! But now I must be growed up and have job! I must have job to be at to have my ROLE."
 * Darkshade_Hellfire lets the two continue until Moon mentions something about a job. "If you feel a job is what you need then you can find plenty without being someone's pet. I am certain I could find something important for you to do. You wouldn't even have to leave this place."
 <Hanamat> Flinging away the second bottle, empty now, to land it somewhere in some mud nearby, Hanamat moves to sit down beside the chicken-cradling Moon, wrapping an arm around her and resting a head on that soft shoulder. If Moon is uncertain what she is good at, that is one such thing. "You silly goose," she sighs then, shaking her head a little. "Do Dom and Izzy love you, Moon? I know they expect
 <Hanamat> their scraps and to be let out of the coop and to be generally let run around when you come out, that's something they kind of expect." She lets Moon have a moment to ponder it. "I don't think they do, really. They're birds, and they don't really understand the same way we do. But if you love us, Moon... I don't care if you're as dumb as rocks sometimes, you understand THAT. FUCK being an
 <Hanamat> animal or a pet, if you understand that you love us, that's plenty right there." Then, looking to the chicken who is none the wiser on these things, adds, "Did you miss us then, when you were separated from all of us, on the holiday? I know you say you can come and go, but is that really true? It might start that way, but what if he decides you can't? What then?"
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 <Moon> It was all just so.. contradictory. While she had never claimed to be perfectly happy in the manor, she had more than once declared her arrangement with her new weird little family to be the happiest time of her life. So why jack it all in now for the sake of becoming some horrible, condescending asshole's sex pet? Was the catgirl's struggle between being a cat and being a girl really so severe that, at the first opportunity to
 <Moon> embrace a life belonging to one home, she'd forsake the routinely straying between homes and lives that she passed her time with her? All the conversational rubbing against legs she inflicted on the new people replaced by stability and structure and a fidelity to one person. A proper, proper commitment. Moon was rapidly bordering on tears again by the time that Hana reaches and engages her in a cuddle, still grasping the chicken
 <Moon>  in her arms and now with her face resting gently in among the feathers found around the back of the bird's neck. "..I do not have a good mind for saying how I think of it, Hana. I just-.. I do not say 'i am chicken'. I say.. my natures just-.. are more good for being in a life.. that, just.. is.. still a people life but.. looked after in a way of an animal.." The holiday is made mention of and she goes quiet, the connection bet
 <Moon> ween that trauma and one that could very well come to pass with Du`ghal lost on her until this point, somehow. Maybe she just thought this pet thing was part-time? "..when he says how I can't.. then I just will come back to here. I will come back to home, here."
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 <Moon> "I have tried to do a job, Darkshade. I have tried. There just.." A deep, airy, warbly sigh. "..there just is no jobs to do here. Everything will just become done by magic when I have tried to do them.."
 * Darkshade_Hellfire nods. "Well I prefer hard work compared to magic. I assure you I can find something for you to do. You might even learn a new skill by the time I run out of things that need to be done." What could he have Moon do that he could not do faster easier and more accurately himself?
 <Moon> "I have too bad of character, Darkshade.." If nothing else, this whole episode had forced her to do a whole lot of inwards reflection. Taking stock of as many elements of her being that she could recognise. "..such as with my training by SenSay.. I have been okay at doing good eating for a tiny while but then I just have stopped. My power of my will just is too shit." Which is where she hoped Du would come in!
 <Moon> pressed enter by mistake but oh well!)
 <Hanamat> It is a reminder, yet again, how much this place has changed her. Hanamat, wanderer from world to world, carefree traveller, has more than become accustomed to matters of goodbye, of fond farewells. Though partings are such familiar things, when the manor itself has stayed her roaming feet, that too influences, and attachment in the lingering of time is made so much more. It is no coincidence
 <Hanamat> that she feels so much more for the people she finds here. "Moon, I don't want you to go." She buries her face against that bulky arm. "Pandora doesn't want you to go." (She's speaking out of turn, but presumes greatly, and she imagines rightly.) "Nobody wants you to go. But if we can't stop you, then talk to Zi, or someone with magic... make sure you have a way back, if things go how you
 <Hanamat> don't like." She can't imagine that Moon will like the pet experience. Not for long. They can argue and scream and trouble her mind all they like. But as with the chickens, once Moon is truly set on a course, only Moon's own mind with the benefit of experience will dissuade her. It's a difficult thing, to simply let trust fall to that. So much of her cannot. She squeezes the catgirl again,
 <Hanamat> and hard.
 * Darkshade_Hellfire sighs and nods. "I wish you'd give it a chance Moon. I just hope this is what you truly want. If you change your mind.." he pauses and offers a smile. "... just let me know."
 <Moon> It was the natural compulsion towards this new lifestyle that was so confusing and yet the sole, largely unknown driving force behind the whole thing. The instinctive, persistent truth that rang true in what Du`ghal had proposed: a life filled with productive boundaries and standards. Consistency and constants. The necessarily hard guidelines whose strictness she could not yet know but which offered to her the opportunity to get
 <Moon>  in her life that structure that she believed would make it knowable, reliable and purposeful. Finally a use would be found for the useless - and one that not even her fickle nature could ruin. As Hana speaks, Moon swallows back a throaty, warbly little sob before confessing: "..I also do nn-.. do not want to go, Hana. I do not want to go. I d-.. I do not have -excitement- for it but.. I think it more is right to me. I finally c
 <Moon> an have a meaning. Like Terra." And Terra didn't seem to be all that unhappy, did she? "Oka-.. Darksha-.." she doesn't put too much of her dwindling energy into speaking, whispering to the understated, kindly lurker before, releasing her chicken from her grasp, she turns and spreads her arms, seeking to gather Hana in against herself. "Yes-.. Hana-.. o-.. kay, Hana-.. I will-.. talk to Zi-.. of this.."
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 * Hanamat keeps her head buried against the imposing catgirl, even as she's gathered up and held close. There comes a shuddering sigh, as somehow she senses that certainty, not a glad certainty, nor excited, nor even particularly satisfied. But a certainty nonetheless. Hanamat in all her pragmatism with Moon, all her clever ideas, even her appeals to emotion falls short at times. She knows as
 * Hanamat much, and this is not a happy reminder. "Do talk to Zi," she urges in a voice held together with wine and not much else. "Do that for me, Moon. She's bonkers too, in her own way. But she'll know something, I hope. I want you to have a way back to us." When she fails to convince in one manner, the only thing she can think of now is contingency, a desperate, feverish clutching at anything she
 * Hanamat can grasp. As she grasps Moon now, threatening bruise and worse for the tightness of that hold, though Moon's own constitution is not that delicate. "I'm going to miss you, you silly goose..."
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 <Moon> "You still.. will see me probably lots, Hana.. you will.." That was what she had chosen to take from Du`ghal's promise, albeit one riddled with disclaimers and provisos and conditions. Ones she hated but thought -had- to be what she needed to get herself straightened out at last. If she was capable of being straightened out at all, that is. "It perhaps.." Snffflf. "..it perhaps.. will not be always.. it just-.. will be some, Han
 <Moon> a. Just some." It all came back to degrees. Earlier, when she had first arrived at the manor, Zoe had been Moon's fixation. The one at whom she looked as the very personification of that balance that defied the over-eating, often over-affectionate, melodramatic nekomimi. Hopefully now, with someone to impose this balance upon her, she'd be a little bit more able to get that perfect balance between cat and girl. Her increasingly
 <Moon> tear-sodden face pushes in against Hana's once lovingly clean, brushed hair, the hours it no doubt took to keep it in order rendered a waste by the time the fat catgirl's nose and mouth had had their way with it. Because her hug is tight and total, body leaning in and chubby arms seeking to bundle the far smaller female in for the longest and closest of embraces as sobs struggle to rise from her throat. "..nn-.. not a g-.. goose
 <Moon> , Hana.." She sniffles sadly but humouredly before seeking to relocate her face from that field of lush scarlet - towards Hana's cheek, slobbering it comprehensively with everything: tears, saliva and even a bit of snot. "Finally I have wonned, Hana.." she gurgles softly but triumphantly.
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 <Hanamat> Another shuddering breath shakes the scarlet one. This does have a sense of such finality to it. For all the idea of visits, of Moon coming about and running amok in her time off, of Moon being Moon still... the fact of not having her pursued through the manor with Pan at her heels, of not having the catgirl exasperated Pan in her sleeping arrangements, a thousand other small things, she
 <Hanamat> knows she'll miss those. "I'll miss you," she murmurs again, muffled against Moon as she speaks it. If she threatened to crush Moon before, now she takes rather a severe squeezing from the catgirl's own strength, much greater than her own. But such hugs are whole and total, and when so fond as this, she'll never find fault. That hair is mussed, and well mussed, but she's accustomed to recovering
 <Hanamat> it, given she commonly musses it in many activities here. Then she's slobbered! And that's a win for Moon, and hard won, for all the flighty Hana has fled them, or dodged, or otherwise been crafty about. "You won, Moon... you won." No denying it, but no heat in the admission, just a sense of quietness about her. She should protest, giggle, or give more reaction. Even ruefully grin.
 * Darkshade_Hellfire stands and moves over beside the two, placing a hand on a shoulder each, offering a smile. "I'm going inside if you need me. Either of you." He turns to make his way up the stairs and back inside.
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 <Moon> And Moon would cling. And cling and cling and cling, communicating in no uncertain terms the degree to which she had come to absolutely love Hana along with the others she called her family. How she spoke the truth when she claimed that she didn't want to leave - and yet that was the direction things were going in. That was the direction she had let them go in. It was surely the case that once she had a taste of this new way of
 <Moon> life, she would learn as harshly as she had all of her life lessons how it was not for her but, just as Hana suspected, it was a course upon which Moon compelled herself to pursue regardless of the sense or senselessness in it. Like a thousand dumb ideas she may or may not known would fail in the past, this was a venture that the cat dumpling was now, for whatever reason, committed to. However much she understood the depths of t
 <Moon> he commitment. She'd murmur about the chickens. About how she would like Hana and Nana to look after them while she was gone. About how much she was going to think about Hana - maybe even conjure her if need be - with her corks and hair and berries. About how she would be back to see them 'always' and how, owned or not, this fake family of hers would never, ever be forgotten.
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 <Pandora> Blissfully unaware, it was the best way to be and thats what she was, the Sinnomancer had been kind of floating around but not actually /there/.. She wasn't even sure where she'd been herself.. between reality and dreaming.. it was hard to keep track but she was awake now and stood in the kitchen, for once not setting the place on fire, successfully pouring
 <Pandora> herself a coffee.. it was thanks to Temples step by step instructions and patience on showing her how to get the devil machine to work properly that she was able to complete this task at all.. Cream and sugar added to the overly large mug before she takes it in both hands, lifting it to her nose and inhaling the rich scent "mmm thats the stuff" a small sip
 <Pandora> as she turns to walk out, she wasn't long up, her denim shorts, cropped vest top and knee high socks proof of that.. and her body.. all over that pale skin were dark patterns, beautiful brush painted tribal swirls and lines up her legs, her arms and the parts of her chest and stomach that could be seen, even faded as they had become they still looked dark
 <Pandora> against her pale ass.. nudging open the door and stepping out into the communal area she glances around with a smile, quiet morning it seems! And moving to a table, slipping into a chair and taking another drink of her coffee.. it was unnerving how quiet the place could be at times.. but no doubt the place would wake up sooner or later.. swinging her socked
 <Pandora> feet on to the table she relaxes, sipslurp of her coffee and a small smile on her lips.
 <Hanamat> Is she thoroughly bruised? Such strength in those arms around her, crushing her against the bulk of Moon, but so much of Moon is soft and so she is always cushioned there. She indulges in that closeness for a time, Hanamat does, murmuring her agreement, promising to ensure Moon's chickens are kept well, no matter that she is supposedly employed to it, or otherwise dutiful. Many things are
 <Hanamat> done from love, and that but one. "If you want some company, think of me again," she tells Moon, glancing up at that earnest face, recalling the tales of dreams elsewhere, where she has played the part of imagined company before now. Whether that is needful, who might say? Then, once words are passed back and forth for a time, words to fill the void, the silence that otherwise looms, she
 <Hanamat> gently disengages herself from Moon's grasp, leaning in to press another kiss to the catgirl. Nothing of competition in it, just that same fondness she's always held. "Do come and see us before you go," she quietly suggests, before squeezing a shoulder firmly with her hand. She does not linger then, but walks back for the manor door, to disappear within, where more wine is needed, where she
 <Hanamat> needs to find - something. Moon's shoulder, Moon's chest, is left thoroughly wet.
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 <Moon> "..yes, Hana. Yes, very.. very I will, I promise." The terms they they talk in - of goodbyes - hurt the very most for how very contrary they felt to the nature of her new life arrangement. Surely it was not a case of needing to say goodbyes when she was set to see them regularly anyway? Did Hana know something she didn't quite understand or was it just the fact that, with Pandora's bed now set to be short one great lump of overac
 <Moon> tive person, it was all akin to the end of an era? Moon hasn't the foggiest, substituting Hana with the nearest available chicken - a very sorry replacement - which is grabbed and gathered whether it wanted to be or not, the tubby neko remaining sat down by the coop, watching Hana go before pushing her face in against the feathers once more and resuming her long-winded, whispered goodbyes - whether or not the chicken was capable
 <Moon> of giving a shit.
 <Temple> ((Upstairs)) Quiet, but not unnervingly quiet. A few quiet voices now and again, but he could tune them out. The night had been full of images and dreams, and he had slept poorly as a result. Slipping from that communal elf-made bed, the young man had returned to his much-unused room and lit lanterns. Candles. Anything that would shed a guttering yellow light over what it was he had to do.
 <Temple> One of the great scrolls on the wall was pulled down and set into a reading rack, the trailing end dragged out while the thick coil of tigerskin unfurled on its spindle. Until he got to a specific point, and no further. The scrolls were covered in writing, nearly unintelligible, but with blank spaces here and there. Hunched over the surface, Temple took a small brush from a coffee can full
 <Temple> of smaller brushes, and started to write in that same ink that coated Pandora's body now. The details there were nearly heartbreaking. But as he found the places he could remember, he wrote them down. Distantly, he knew that things wouldn't be well today.
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 * Prier appeared in the commons in much her usual fashion - Emerging from a roiling ball of darkness, like you might expect from a horrible monster out to consume souls. Not that she seemed to fit that description in the least, smiling pleasantly as she flopped into a seat at the bar. "g' morning." A lazy greeting for a lazy priestess - Well, lazy today at least, Prier just settling into a
 * Prier seat with a yawn. Back to her 'usual' outfit it seemed, the more priestly one having been once again switched out for... Well, barely anything really.
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 <Pandora> Darkness and rolling, monsters and terror.. it was fitting, it should probably have caused even the slightest of worry in a person... but, this was the manor and people arrived as they did! So upon feeling the arrival of another then hearing the voice Pan smiles brightly over her mug.. "Morning Prier!" A sip of coffee "I see you're still mostly intact, I've
 <Pandora> just made coffee, go help yourself, you look like you need the caffeine boost" most chipper in her tone and smile she was
 <Hanamat> As player decides to continue for a bit, Hanamat stumbles blindly through the door, wiping at her eyes, having already left two bottles outside and now hastening across to the bar for a third. Even unseeing, even if she was blind, she'd know the exact steps to take, as they do, around behind the bar to claim that bottle from the rack. Prier she would normally be teasing by now, Pan she would
 <Hanamat> normally be kissing soundly, or she might be getting drinks for one or both. A third bottle in the space of so little time, she's set on very different motivation today.
 <Moon> Keen ears follow Hana's movements back inside, ever alert even as she whispers pointless comforting words to her feathered fiends. And, before long, those talented hearers pick up a different voice. One that she adored but now, in this moment of truth, felt like running away and hiding from. But she couldn't do that. Not with this being the final hurdle she had to overcome before she is able to embark on this new and, she could o
 <Moon> nly think, productive, appropriate chapter of her weird little life. And so while she doesn't get up to make contact with Pandora from outside, she does not run away, either, opting instead to bury her face in against the back of Izzy's neck and huff deep, anxious breaths. Building up for the awfulness that was surely to come.
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 <Pandora> How quickly a smile fades.. the scarlet one is spotted and as Pan sits up for the inevitable kiss she notices the change.. the tears.. Well.. that won't do at all.. "Hana? Are you ok?" The coffee is placed on the table as she gets from her seat to move toward the scarlet sweetheart, hand outstretched and concern clear on her face... normally at this point
 <Pandora> she'd joke, ask if someone stole all the wine or made her wear clothing.. but she held her tongue..
 <Prier> "Mm. Yeah, sure, guess I could use a pick-me-up. Thanks." A grin and a nod to Pandora, and soon enough she was up and about, pouring herself a caffinated drink before returning to her seat. "Morning- er. Hana?" Prier hadn't been here all that long. The habits and behaviors of many of the patrons were still a mystery to her. ...But Hana still earned a pause in mid-step, a few blinks. It didn't
 <Prier> really /take/ much experience to tell something was wrong. "Something the matter...?"
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 <Hanamat> "It's Moon..." She doesn't really seem to have it together much, even as she tries to compose herself, put on a brave face. She clings to Pan for a moment, squeezing her hard. But each blink only seems to make more tears run. She releases the Sinnomancer soon enough. "She's off to be somebody's pet." She waves a hand in the general direction of the front door, "How are you even keeping it
 <Hanamat> together?" And then she reverts to type, stepping away to attack the wine, just tossing the cork aside as she stumbles into a seat, near Prier.
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 <Moon> Okay, this was the plan: she was going to go to old school Moon. Vintage Moon. She was gonna wait until Pandora got near, tell her to sit down before sprawling out on her in order to make sure that she doesn't run off, affording Moon the opportunity to get everything out that she wanted to say. That was how she always socialised before, when she was certain that any conversation with any person was in danger of being cut short by
 <Moon>  their sudden departure -- and that was how she was going to approach this. She goes so far as to move onto her knees and carefully set the chicken down to one side, not trusting their own ability to land and going to gently ease it back onto its feet before straightening herself up again and taking in a few deep, deep breaths. Before, at last: "..Pandora? Pandora! It-.. it is me. Moon. Outside..!"
 <Prier> This... Right, this seemed like something she shouldn't try to barge into. Prier just frowned, falling silent as those two spoke. Maybe she'd have something to add later, but for now? For now she just listened, sipping at her own cup of coffee and not really giving any sort of reply of her own. Moon? Never met her, let alone heard much of anything about this entire weird situation she'd ended
 <Prier> up in.
 <Pandora> -its Moon- Blink. Pause. Her brain comes to a screeching halt as si many horrible thoughts almost floor her.. was Moon hurt? Did something awful happen?... the arm around Hana frozen in place as she looks blankly at the other woman.. Pet, the word bounces around in her head... ".... what?" So Pan had a history of voices whispering nonsense and
 <Pandora> hallucinations... thats CLEARLY what was happening here... slowly her own arm lowered as Hana went for a wine hit... "Hana.." a step, thats all it took.. was she really gripping Hanas forearm? How had that happened, she didn't even remember reaching out, but there she was, holding the scarlet one in place.. that distant look of understanding there hidden
 <Pandora> behind the blank stare and her voice flat "what do you mean. A. Pet." She practically spat out the last word. Way to go, hypocrite! "Du-fucking-ghal... that bast-.." taking her hand off Hana and stepping back.. she didnt apologise, she should, but she didn't... she just turned and headed for the front door.
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 <Moon> And as Pandora arrives, her face a picture of thunder, Moon's plan is thrown right out the window. Or in the window, considering her situation outside. She does straighten up and opens her arms, attempting to unconvincingly cheer her way through the impending clash, a wobbly smile on her face as she calls: "Pandora..! It-.. it is not even a big deal!" she preempts, arms still held open for her sister. "Just-.. just come to here a
 <Moon> nd we will do a talk, okay? It is not a big d-.. a big deal!" But a big enough deal to knock Hana off her steady, carefree course. To make her shout and -cry- of all bloody things. "Pandora.."
 * Hanamat sets a half empty bottle down on the table, near Prier's cup. Another sigh, and she glances to the demon, blinking away a few tears before angrily wiping her eyes. Now the anger comes, again. She thought she was past it. Halfway thinking to be up and out the door again... but Pan is already gone after Moon, and that means enough wrath without her. Reaching for the bottle, she swallows
 * Hanamat down the rest, sets it down with enough force to jostle Prier's cup. "Not a good morning," she murmurs, voice quiet, lacking its usual fervor.
 <Prier> "..." A long, awkward pause followed that statement from Hana, Prier just giving her a worried look. Eventually though, she settled on something to say in response to that. Perhaps, not quite the sort of reply one might expect from her: No anger, no joking of waving it off. Just a single question. "...What do you think you're doing here?"
 <Hanamat> "Drinking." No hesitation there, nothing but the simple fact of it. She's always drinking wine, but always so carefree and casual. When it's with such decided purpose, nothing but to be wiped out, one is left to wonder. She reaches for the bottle, glancing down the neck, as if there must be more liquid in there, but no.
 <Prier> "That's not what I meant." No hesitation there either, the priestess's face drawn up into a line as she replied. "I don't really know what's going on, but you..." Another pause, a shake of her head. Prier kept her tone soft and level, almost motherly really. "What are you doing /in here/ while it's happening?"
 <Hanamat> "I've said my bit, and she's still set on doing it," she supplies, without reference to the particulars, but 'it' being nothing particularly pleasing, apparently. "This one's going to happen, despite us." Such is the fear, which somewhere along the feels a certainty. "And Pan's going to be all..." She glances to the door, dabbing at her eyes. "Furious. I've already shouted at her, doesn't
 <Hanamat> need to be two of us at once." As much as she hates some ideas, the thought of everyone rounding on Moon simultaneously is hard to bear.
 <Prier> "So that's it huh? You're just gonna give up?" Harsh words all of a sudden. Her tone was the same, but her gaze narrowed, not quite a glare but certainly with an /edge/ to it. "Going to sit in here drinking instead?" She paused, stopping to sip at her own still-hot drink. "...You ever heard the saying? If you love them let them go?"
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 <Hanamat> "I've heard it." She doesn't have the fire behind it to answer that tone in kind. And evidently, from the way she's stupidly staring at the bottle, yes. Yes she is. If you love them, let them go - that is exactly what she's doing. If you love them, let them go, then mope and hope.
 <Prier> "It's fucking bullcrap." ...Prier... Didn't really curse. She was aggressive, hostile at times, and came close on a regular basis. But that? That was different. She almost spat the words out, passing her own judgement on that saying in an instant.