[PRP] Hello, This is Fox [?????/Fox]

[shibrogane]

Me is magic

Did the rock think Fox's name was 'me'?

Best magic! People magic

Spica am magic

demon_pachabel

 

[demon_pachabel]

I am certainly not magic.

Fox was at least fairly sure she wasn't magic.

Though she did realize she wasn't asking a fairly obvious question of the sentient Spica-magic-stone.

Do you know about Liam Noor? I found you near him.

Shibrogane

 

[shibrogane]

What is Liam Noor?

This isn't Jeopardy, but there was an innocent flavor to the question.

Is magic like me?

demon_pachabel

 

[demon_pachabel]

Fox frowned. As far as she knew, Liam Noor was magic in more of a way like Jeremiah was.

Liam Noor is human magic. I can show you him.

She glanced at the mark on her wrist with a deep sigh. This would mean she'd have to hope she didn't get sick if she stepped over to the other side.

Shibrogane

 

[shibrogane]

Human??

What a human is?

demon_pachabel

 

[demon_pachabel]

Fox corrected;

People. Human means people. People Magic.

Shibrogane

 

[shibrogane]

Oh.

Like me!

It definitely thought Fox's name was Me.

No. Want to stay. Bento very soft yes good.

demon_pachabel

 

[demon_pachabel]

Fox gave up.

Just stay here at my apartment? That's....

Fox thought about it for a moment. If she could talk to this part of the cage, logically she could talk to the rest of it on it's own, right?

Bento began to lick the stone. It was not soft.

I guess I'll find somewhere for you.

shibrogane

 

[shibrogane]

The stone giggled.

It was kind of unnerving.

Anyway: Stay with Bento. Bentofriend! Friend friend yes please.

demon_pachabel

 

[demon_pachabel]

So I'll just leave you home all day with her then?

Why did the opinion of the magic matter? It was magic.

Then again, if it didn't like the 'bad bone', taking it to work with her would probably.....

Guess that's the safest. Stay with Bento. I'll...go investigate the rest of where you came from.


This had been a weird conversation.

Shibrogane

 

[shibrogane]

Kay!

Byebye me!

Byebye!

demon_pachabel

 

[demon_pachabel]

After putting the stone down at the top of Bento's cat tree, it took Fox nearly seven minutes to unpry the cat from herself, the feline purring and kneading her chest and shoulder. Eventually, both Spica and Bento were left on the tree. Perhaps after chasing Fox, who was in pajamas, to the front door, Bento would return to that post to bond with it's new magical rock-friend.


Fox, however, would find herself pressing her fingers against that mark on her wrist, focusing on it and walking and-

WOAHgodwhythiswalkingthing SUCKED.

It took less steps than she'd anticipated for her to use this marked, borrowed power to walk over and as the world realigned around her, Fox found her stomach extremely unsettled, reaching out to press her hand against the cage she'd been displaced next to in order to settle herself while fighting off the instinct to vomit.

She was really glad she wouldn't need to open her mouth for this.

Hello...Hello Hello.

Maybe it wouldn't work, but the thought was pressed into it anyways.

shibrogane

 

[shibrogane]

The same impression-speak, not really words but more ideas that Fox's mind translated, echoed back to her. Where Spica had tapped at Fox's soul, a polite knock, this thing grabbed hold of her and didn't let go.

What do you want

demon_pachabel

 

[demon_pachabel]

Oh <******** wanted to recoil, a familiar fear suddenly turning her insides as this larger piece of what Spica had been grabbed onto her, It was nearly tangible. Perhaps to this thing, it was tangible.

She took a deep breath.

I want answers.

Yeah, she didn't actually feel the bravest still.

Why are you holding Liam Noor?

Shibrogane

 

[shibrogane]

Imposter, the thing breathed. False father false friend. Keep him here. Protect the daughter. It shoved an idea at Fox: Sonny Shore, small and delicate from the person's point of view, her hair short and spiky as it grew out. A hand drifted into view, wrapped loosely around Sonny's smaller fingers. It swung away, and back. In Fox's chest, she could feel the words of the idea-memory as whoever's memory she stood in spoke, but the words didn't come.

The small Sonny looked up at her, green eyes bright, waiting.

demon_pachabel