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IT'S CL-OVER

Who: Clover (and friends??)
What: What indeed
When: TBD

[GATHER AT THE FOUNTAIN ONCE YOUR PREPS ARE MADE AND TO BE SENT SOMEWHERE YOU'VE BEEN]

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Everyone has regrets. I know that.

But! Whether or not you have them tied up in how you judge yourself, that's something I'm still observing about you~

Yeah?

[ don't tilde at him you little fuzzball ]

Observe away. Not everyone's as soft-hearted as our favorite wolf prince.

Hah, he's a marshmallow compared to most of the flocks here! Slightly more ruthless than Bluebell.

'Marshmallow'. Cute.

So, your second option. Tell me more?

What, like who's the second most soft hearted group?

[ shakes his head. ]

Nah, the other way to break the cycle of destruction. The non-suicide pact.

Oh, that. Long shot but it would involve all the interested parties putting their scraps of information together to find out the cause for the Wolf King scourge and all this demon possession nonsense. Then formulating a plan to fix it.

Made extra difficult because said parties are Blossom, Stormy, Red, Chrysanthemum and who knows what else. Liars, posers, psychopaths, and fools! These are Vegas odds for you to gamble on.

You mean Marshmallow.

[ sorry that's important ]

[ gives a snort]

Probably a more appropriate name. Considering he doesn't know Blossom is his sister, and her response to a possible reunion was an attempt to drown the body Clover brought back, well...

We can't rely on them to just up and tell us the information we need to figure out the truth. Which is why I didn't mind sticking my neck out on these little jaunts, even though Clover is about as stealthy as a stampede of elephants.

We're an efficient stampede of elephants! But you knew that already.

It is weird, though... you'd think the two Blossoms would at least smell the same.

[ peers at Warden's nose. how's your sense of smell buddy ]

Huh, not particularly. Blossom casts off bodies like celebrities cast off dresses at the Met Gala. She smells different almost every time she pokes her head out.

Heh. It's not like I can smell someone's soul.

[ peers at YOUR nose, weird magic user ]

What's— hey, I'm human.

...

Half-demon now, apparently. But also human.

Sure, sure! Wouldn't need to take a DNA test from that guy, especially since I don't know if he has DNA.

I inherited his vibes, obviously.

This era's slang always seems to prefer something nebulous than specific. Vibes, aura, rizz, drip...

[ clearly has no idea what the latter two words mean ]

Aren't we all from different eras?

There's a concentration of types and times. For example, look at Ceo's world, it mirrors the technology found in Lyra and Cygnus's era. Hannya too, but he's an old man who I don't expect to keep up with the times.

Wait, so Ceo's world is a Japan clone?

Or some metropolitan city around the same decade. It's not like wolf writing and Japanese are similar. We didn't get to sightsee enough to know what it was like aside from the refugee lines and office buildings.

... What decade are you from?

I'm a very modern soul, can't you tell? Hip with the youth! Ask Spinel.

Haha, I'll take your word for it! Rizzmaster Warden.

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