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[ PEONY!! ]

The Boss: hey yeah
The Boss: afternoon?

Yes, that would be fine. Do Sun Sign's rooms work?.

Edited (english bad) 2024-09-20 15:29 (UTC)

ill have tea n treats ready at 1

Alright.

[ And she'll knock on the door at 1 on the dot. ]

[Perfect timing as usual. He gets the door and he's sharpened up a little. Fresh shave and outfit is pressed if, you know. Sun Sign loud. He opens the door wide for her.]

Hey Peony. Glad t'have you by.

[ She's in her usual flowy flower-embroidered dress-- not done up any extra, but she always looks her best, honestly. Her hair is in a loose ponytail for once, though. ]

I'm sorry I'm late. Thanks for having me.

[ And coming in, if allowed. ]

[Not at all... The hair down though. She's tired?? He leads the way in and pulls out a chair for her. The tea is a rose tea, lightly sweetened. And there are little cakes ordered from the lounge. His is a strong black, an Earl by the smell, of some variety.]

It's been a rough few days.

It has, which brings me to why I asked to come by. Regretfully I'm not only here for pleasure alone, though it is always nice to see you cleaned up.

[ It's a bit teasing fond, at least. She pulls out Brocade's chair for him, even if she is the guest, before sitting herself down. She doesn't drink or eat just yet. ]

I would have mentioned over the phone, but I'm not certain how much I trust that our lines are secure just yet.

[Ah. His ears go up and even with the teasing, he settles down into the chair (tail swept to the side and curled up into his lap), serious.]

That's a good point.

What happened?

Aside from the cats-- do you seem to have a mysterious visitor in Sun Sign, at all? Knocks from indoor rooms, that sort of thing.

Yeah. Never saw no one. But the ghost left a journal.

... We think it was Silk's...

Silk?

OH RIGHT. The Executioner.

... We uh, gave her a name. Since... yeah. She's one of ours so...

May I see, if you still have it?

Course!

[He stands up and heads to the other room. He returns with-

Nothing? He's holding nothing in his hands. With the expert steadiness of a professional mime.]

[ ... Stares.

Looks at his empty hands. Then up at his face. Then at his hands again. ]

Um...

What?

[Hands her FUCKING NOTHING. If she tries to grab it, her hand will just go right through. It's NOTHING.]

[ yeah she reaches for it but. ?????? ]

Brocade, there's nothing there.

[He watches her hand pass through the absolutely solid and real journal.]

uh. It's.

a ghost book.

[ A pause.

then reaches into her pocket to remove some papers.

these, too, are invisible to him. ]

Can you see this?

I hate this.

No.

I see. For our eyes only, then.

Could you read it to me? And I'll share what I have as well.

Yeah. Hang on.

[He has to flip through it to find the page that CAN be read. And then-]

Perhaps I was wrong.

Perhaps the gods are real after all.

If so, aren't they unnecessarily cruel?

I understand that it is us humans that are responsible for the cruel torture that we put each other through. I understand that the gods did not tell us that these are the ways that we must follow. But if these gods are real, why can't they try to stop them? What's keeping them from coming down and telling us a better way to do any of this? Surely they find the red rain ugly also? Surely no one wants to see the light used in such a painful manner?

I genuinely don't know what to do. I am tired, and I might have reached my limit. I still feel alone.

And I really don't know what to do with this invitation. I'm not interested, but I swear, I've thrown it away twice, but it keeps coming back... it really does feel like the gods are laughing at me.

An' that's it.

[ she listens quietly, thoughtful, finally taking her tea to sip on as he speaks. ]

Mm. I don't suppose a crisis of faith is unmerited in that position.

Ours seems to be from the view of one of the sacrificed, at some point.

What's that one say?

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