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Bluebell :)

WHO: Bluebell
WHERE: Bluebell Barn
WHEN: ????

[It's just a normal time in the Bluebell barn in sheep land! All is well and standard.

Except there's a tiny little garter snake sitting atop a small sigil on the floor. whos' blood is that?? don't worry about it]

Ummm. Hiya! I kinda need your help.

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[The black wolf snarls, snapping at the air when hears a voice, tearing a wayward soul out the air, shredding it]

Sit then! I'll find you! I'll destroy you!

[Honestly looking at all that darkness with concern--thinking of the fierce and terrible madness that gripped his Queen upon succumbing to overblot... the mindless agony of the Phantoms held in Tartarus, forever wallowing in their last regrets... Is this something like an overblot? It doesn't drip like black ichor the way blot does, but there are souls here crying out in anguish, suffering, negative energy... Could "Aides" burn this curse out of Death Herself, or would it be like it was at the Isle of Woe if he made the attempt?]

[Approaching, reaching for his sense of self--his sense of smell--to see if he can identify a familiar scent.]

You have your right of the hunt, of course--Death comes for all living things eventually, so that they might play their part in the Circle of Life... But if I may suggest: to welcome my destruction before this situation is rectified would be premature, especially if you find that someone will need to move between realms in order to do it.

Edited 2023-05-24 08:03 (UTC)

[If he is fully aware, fully focuses, he will not smell anything so much familiar, as much he will unique--the black wolf's scent is entirely different from the other wolves, full of hopelessness, despair and spite, wayward and no direction, her shadowy body being pulled in every which way in a similar fashion to the souls around her. Her collar wreaks of control, fear, and desperation.

Her sisters, faint as they may be, have a scent of resignation with contentment, sadness but peace. The bindings that fell off the black wolf smell the same.]

Who are YOU, mortal? What could YOU do for ME? Do you not see what has become of MY realm? Fool!

[Overblot smells more acrid, tbh, but it's not NOT made of hopelessness and despair...]

No one important, though I have taken the name Rubato if you care for something to call me. As for what I can do, that we'll need to figure out together, non?

[Hmm, picking up those bindings as he makes his way over, and also seeing if some of her bad feelings can be nudged aside for love. When all you've got is a love-shaped hammer...]

[Between him and Fantasia, while the Bluebell effects aren't piercing directly through, they do part enough of the hatred and anguish that overwhelming her entire being. The closer he gets, the more he'll feel--betrayal, defeat, a sense of this has happened before. She doesn't want to go back. . .

But if he can stand firm, he can get closer.]

Rubato? Rubato Rubato Rubato are you with them I hate them See what they have done to me!!

Madame, I do not know them, but I can see that what they have done is painful and cruel, and disturbs the peace of death. [Reaching to touch her muzzle, pressing some of the bandage that she wore to her face.] Who was it that betrayed you?

[When the bandage touches her, she stills. A faint memory of how she Should be. Who They are. She can Hear her sister, thanks to Minuet. But the other still hasn't spoken, has She. . .?

Her shadowy mass whips at him, but notably, with the bandage touching her, the collar seems to loosen, if only a little. If he touches it right now though, he'll be burnt as Fantasia was.]

Used us. . .chained us. . .

She helped us.

Someone has sought to use us all to harm it seems, and for my unwitting part in that, I can't apologize enough for your anguish. To wrench things to ones own will without acknowledging the other's will first is truly squandering the beauty of that which exists in it's most natural state.

[He can see the others working as well so he'll just be patient, soothing with what he can.]

There are things that can be righted here, it seems--your sisters are here with you, you can feel it, can't you? We shall put you whole again, as much as we are able, though it seemed something was taken...

If 'She' was able to help, please tell me more--who was she, can we do what she did?

Edited 2023-06-02 07:33 (UTC)

She gave up her form. . .for us, she was sacrificed. . .

In exchange, she freed us. I remember.

Where did she go?

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