Bluebell :)

[wooliefrand]

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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[endsjustified]

[tries to...call one of the souls to him...what]

The snake has successfully coopted your power, even with the collar's removal?

[wooliefrand]

[have a very old confused, wailing sheep that has no idea what's going on]


My sight was taken before I was made whole. I can feel it Searching. It longs to return.

[endsjustified]

[to the sheep]

Be calm; all will be well.

[to Death]

You know how to make ways between, else Rose would not have been returned at all. Can we help you create one for your Sight? Draw it back?

[wooliefrand]

My Sight is that path.

What was started must be finished.

[endsjustified]

Why?

[hm can he interact with the collar at all since it's off]

[wooliefrand]

[He can, Rook has it--it is scorched and brittle, but has bad vibe energy]

It is Deciding.

I am Deciding.

What the path to Death should be.

[endsjustified]

[are there any sigils/symbols on it to work with or is it just a snaky collar]

You judge. You weigh. In the end, you tuck us all away, a return to the Darkness.

Were you always in this shape?

[wooliefrand]

[just a snakey aesthetic!]

. . .

I do not remember.

[endsjustified]

I think you were not. This realm seems lifted out of time and place; not a whole world, yet made a world unto itself. But that's a mortal's guess.

[he doesn't want to fuck with the collar; his knowledge or extrapolation of the occult only goes so far, and he's a bit more concerned about preserving his soul than his body here, on the whole. sits down next to Death instead, for a brief rest while Aides prepares.]

When your eye returns, perhaps you ought to search that out.