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[electricflock]

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[mourning_star]

[ "Who~ did~ that~? Not a flock looking to get their just reward... for five large pieces of hard work, was it?" ]

[electricflock]

[titters]

You mean five like the points on a star?

[mourning_star]

[ coos.

"And yet it was the moons' familiar, not the stars'." ]

[electricflock]

Is all her domain up there.

So? So? What'd you get?

[mourning_star]

[ "Hm... forrrr me... to show you... You... have to say yes. To one question." ]

[electricflock]

[chirps?]

[mourning_star]

[ he leans in to Muffin, and fusses with some of the pretty yellow feathers near the back of his head with his beak. probably he is just mussing them up, he's an amateur at this. but...

for this brief moment, he uses his telepathy, instead of birdsong.
Question is... "Let me in? ]

[electricflock]

[fluffs up his feathers and tips his head invitingly to encourage preening. with a larger animal it might look like he was baring his throat.]

Okay?

1/3

[mourning_star]

[ That... can do, as magic word, too. ]

2/3 just realized i don't really know what happens to the OG body when roses do this. winging it

[mourning_star]

[ he nuzzles closer.

the scent of the rose vine is suddenly, so much more powerful.
dizzying.
distracting.
when did it get to be that way...?

Quetzal's body is wreathed in a glowing, rose red. ]

3/3 muffin is SILVER muffin now.

[normalanimal]

[ Muffin('s body chirps). ]

...This feels MUCH different.

[ the dove that was nuzzling him is still comfortably leaning into him, but seems to have gone into a deep dream.

Muffin can still talk/do things if he tries! Just with a slight latency between thought, and response. ]

[electricflock]

[well

his first impulse is to chirp loudly with surprise, WHAT is going ON]

—Meant into me??

[normalanimal]

[ triumphantly sings a high, clarion note of pure smug happiness, as soon as he's done side-saddling Muffin the controls long enough for him to demonstrate being startled. ]

I was alll~ready in the room, wasn't I~? Where else could I be asking to go? HnhnhnhnhnhnhnHNhnhnhnhn!

[ it's been five seconds and he has already used Muffin's body to do an evil, evil laugh. ]

And THIS was farrr, far easier than grinding out an explanation with my magic, or the dove's croons... call this, being, econ-nom-ical.

[electricflock]

[he's never done an evil laugh before, THAT'S fun

he's buzzing with the urge to move, both deliberately to look at his changed coat and with free energy, looking around to try and face the voice coming out of his own beak. if he thinks, will quetzal hear it??]

And call it being surprising! Is a surprise for sure!

[normalanimal]

[ he can feel the urge to move coursing in him, fizzling, as Muffin's head turns to and fro to get a good eyeful of warm gray feathers. He feels "their" body foremost. The thoughts are farther; something he can tune out if he wants, but since Muffin's asking, quite loud... he pays closer attention. And trills. ]

Yes, if I try. Seems like it's easier the more you want me to. If you're "yelling," as one could call it.

[ looks around Muffin's room... ]

Well, let's find something with enough reflection, then... surely you have something shiny enough in here?

[electricflock]

[thinks loudly, "Cool!" before going right back to chattering with his beak. but how exciting! he'd tried to see if his world's magic had anything that would allow him to answer Quetzal's telepathy, but Mind magic is all the sphinx's domain. it was a little disappointment then, but this! this is beyond telepathy.

Muffin chirps and— with a brief thought wondering how the possession will affect their powers — reaches with his magic to turn his Daffodil glow on.]

Don't have mirror, but is night! Will reflect in the window, right?

1/2

[normalanimal]

Oho, quite s--

[ angie's dove body abruptly, belatedly melts into blood and shlorps into Muffin's because i just went ahead and asked what happens to it. ]

2/2

[normalanimal]

[ um ]

[electricflock]

[ um x 2 ]



... You can still exit, right.

1/2

[normalanimal]

[ an astute question!

they very rapidly find out,
as blood and blood and blood and blood abruptly start pouring out of muffin’s beak and eyes into a massive pool, that roils and ripples without end. ]

2/2

[mourning_star]

[ then it all pulls back together to form a mourning dove.



who is
just gonna take a second to chill down here as an extant solid.




"Yes." ]

[electricflock]

[nudges him with a paw

ok he's solid


aaaaaaaaaaa]

Okay good.

[mourning_star]

[ grumpy at the world,

"I was having fun." ]

[electricflock]

[hunches up next to him and starts preening him with his beak. he was just in muffin's body, he can share some more personal space]

Now we know for next time?

[mourning_star]

[ coos. getting fussed over and liking it. this body loves preening sooooo much it is incredible. he might. even though he's bitched and bitched and bitched about the experience.... have to hijack some random bird again some time.

"You do want to keep playing with it with me~? Now that we. Do know it's so.


Unseemly." ]