final curfew pcs in sitting room

[fetteredwings]

a succubus,a normal? boy and a doll gather in a room full of books, snacks and plushies

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[revengier]

[ just piping up from the couch where he’s laid out: ]

It’s a matter of strength of a desire. My own negative emotions remained after my death.

[ and… well. here he is! ]

[fetteredwings]

[ have some extremely strong caffeinated herbal tea]

So you were bitter and angry about dying, which lead you to surviving Magi devouring you?

[revengier]

That's the most basic form of it.

[ He'll take the tea, the cup warming his palms. ]

I wanted vengeance, and my desire for that overruled the fact that she had completely consumed me. She heard my wish.

[fetteredwings]

...well, I can understand. So you were aware and angry this whole time? How...how long were you there?

[incredible. scary]

[revengier]

[ Shaking his head. ]

Not the entire time. I don’t remember anything after I was fully consumed, but I believe my will lingered.

[fetteredwings]

... so you left your imprint this world. Do you remember anything before that?

[looking around for snacks she needs to feed these boys]

[revengier]

I do. I was in the museum for a while, gradually growing more exhausted each day until I disappeared.

[ Wasting away…

He watches as she looks for snacks. ]

[fetteredwings]

[ Bringing over a plateful.]

Then you should eat. You're probably really tired, aren't you?

[revengier]

[ He gazes at the plate. ]

…I am.

[ And he’s hungry too, he realizes. ]

I haven’t felt hunger in a long time. [ A pause. ] Thanks.

[fetteredwings]

[ Nala smiles]

Eat first then. There's plenty more where that came from.

[ She doesn't need to dig for information on Magi.]

[revengier]

[ He sighs. ]

Fine.

[ He hates taking care of himself, but he has a feeling she is also incredibly stubborn. ]

…Thanks, again.

[fetteredwings]

[This is the training from decades of dealing with stubborn grandpas and grandmas]

You're welcome. I'm Nala, by the way. It's good to see someone else made it out, Mr Kurapika.

[revengier]

Just Kurapika is fine.

[ Yuki can keep calling him Sir Kurapika, though. ]

I'm surprised I made it out at all. I expected to die once I crossed the threshold.

[fetteredwings]

It was everyone's understanding that once that happened there was no turning back.

[ Kurapika...pika...]

May I ask how you arrived?

[revengier]

Here in general? I got here like everyone else did, looking for a cure.

[ He chews on some of the snacks, waiting to swallow before he speaks again. ]

But a wish brought me back. When I realized I was "alive" again, the museum began to flood, so I decided to steal a few meals from the wish giver and let those who were trapped inside out.

[fetteredwings]

...did you go through the same things we went through? The murders, the hands coming to take the accused?

[ She listens closely, eyes as watchful as ever. She hopes he enjoys the food and the (strong) tea. Can she feed him more?]

It was good you awoke when you did.

[revengier]

I know of a few people who died, but... I don't know anything about the accused. I was more focused on my symptoms than anything else.

[ So... violence was there? Maybe.

Also she can definitely feed him more!! She's kind enough that he'll allow it. ]

This infection is inherently violent, after all. There was probably no way to ever avoid it.

[fetteredwings]

[brb bringing him more food]

...well, we had people kill others without an infection but the hands took them anyway.

[ looks at her own hands]

[revengier]

An easy means to take a soul, probably...

[ He looks at her. ]

You seem bothered by the thought.

[fetteredwings]

...I killed, but they didn't take me.

[She doesn't regret it, beyond the agony she inflicted on her friends]

I wonder...what made that time different.

[revengier]

Intent, possibly. Or the wish giver had been fed enough by the time you killed.

[fetteredwings]

Intent?

[revengier]

Your reason for killing, and the reactions of those who knew of it.

[fetteredwings]

...I see.

[revengier]

Are you bothered by it?