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"Noch is more of a nuisance than a help," Icarus grumbles, curling itself into a more comfortable position. "He may be the one gathering memories and dreams for the library, but he has no concept of organisation or conservation at all! If I left him to his own devices, he'd sooner eat the whole lot!" Despite its incensed complaints, there's an edge of fondness to its tone.
When translated to the common language, Noch's response is as follows: "Icarus has been a great help to me." He shuffles slightly uneasily. "Perhaps more than I deserve." A loud squawk indicates that the subject of your conversation has overheard. "Ладно, I hear you!" Noch leans forward, as if sharing a secret. "As grumpy as it seems, it never tolerates any self flagellating. So... I'm thankful for such a friend."
"Oh right, before I forget, Noch is dropping by today" you tell the orphanage janitor. He jumps in surprise. Nochka is dropping by for a visit?! The supplies Nokstella had been carrying slip out of his grasp and scatter across the floor with a loud clatter. He briskly scoops them up and runs off before you can say a word. Despite the sudden mishap, he seems animated, more so than usual. You follow him to the kitchen, finding him excitedly signing to the cook. The cook begins gathering ingredients and once again Nokstella dashes off, nearly skipping. "Where are you going?!" you call to him. He doesn't appear to hear you, and hurries to clean everything in his line of sight.
At the mention of Nokstella's name, Noch lets out a high pitched trill. It's hard to parse exactly what he means by it at first, but he quickly settles into the rhythmic murmurs of lepitongue. "At first, I was an intruder. He did not remember." It's cryptic, but before you have time to ask for elaboration, he's moving on. "I'm glad he has allowed me into his... heart." Are you hallucinating or does Noch seem to be embarrassed by his proclamation?
Ticker is quiet, but that's not unusual. Her expression is stoic and reserved — again, not unusual. It's her words that surprise you: "Blacklung and her... companions... are not welcome here." When you press for more information, Ticker appears to regret saying as much as she has, ever the neutral party. "I don't have the authority to ban people from the Killstreak," she acquiesces, "but I — I hope I have the authority to say I don't want to see someone again."
"Ticker's fucking brutal, man. Awesome." Is she referring to Ticker's fights at the Killstreak? Before you have a chance to ask for clarification, she continues. "Used to know her, sorta-kinda, but she's gone all—" Blacklung mimes a zipping motion across her lips. "Would I kill her if I saw her today? Absolutely." You... didn't ask that question, but her eagerness to talk is somewhat appreciated.
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kehehe . did you know sea urchins have five gonads. kehe. heh
Does fenny have eyeballs...?
"Arley? Can't say I recall the name." The pleasant smile on his face is soured by the sharpness of his cackle when you clarify who, exactly, Arley is. "Oh, I never pay attention to any of that. I don't even remember that town." He hides a grin behind a hand, then leans forward with his cheek pillowed in one palm. "Guildchester, you say? How... quaint."
Arley perks up at the mention— “Oh, of course I remember Mr. Cosmo, his visit was so exciting back in the day! The stories of his mastery over the arcane, his notorious feats of magic and power…” Arley’s words trail off as he stews in the memory, perusing his lips and rubbing his chin to think. “Maybe, I could find him again and ask for his advice on something like that, now that I’m old enough…”
If they had a mouth, there would be a smile on their face. As it is, they begin to sign animatedly. First, finger spelling: G-I-L-A. Then, a demonstration of their nickname for Petra: two pointed finger guns, then parallel palms dragging down. Hunter. Their hands are quick and light, barely settling on one sign before they move onto the next. [ I trust her in all the ways that count. Is that friendship? ] A silent shake of the head. [ People like us only have each other. ]
"Curse is made from the same cloth I am made of. Magic's scorn is what we know best." There's a pause, filled by faint crackling. "They're an ally, or something more. A necessity in this world."
A transcript is required to interpret Mother God's speech, if it can even be called that. She communicates more in thoughts, emotions, and sensations than mortal words. Still, an approximate translation can be made:
MY CHILD. I EXPECTED SO MUCH. MY SPARK. YOU WILL SOMEDAY BURN OUT. WHEN THE TIME COMES. YOU WILL COME BACK TO ME.
"Oh, Mother!" Eya laughs like tinkling bells. "She's a bore!" When you try to press for more details, all that comes out of your mouth is sharp, popping pustules of light. Eya cackles in amusement at this, throwing their head back and laughing jubilantly. They wag one finger. "No, no, no!"
"Churrito is always sniffing around for treats. Not dog treats, though — it only wants candy! The closest thing I have is up here." It taps one ear. "But I don't think that's what it's looking for either..." How curious...
do you have any fish shaped sweet with you
"A strange alien from out of space isn't so unusual when your other friends are a star, a demon, and a troll. Sometimes I see Satin taking notes on things about our world." Oh! Maybe they're reporting back to other aliens? Benny laughs a little. "Or they just like scrapbooking!"
Satin wants to hide gummies in Benny's pill ears. Benny thinks they mean a... certain type of gummy, but the alien just wants somewhere to keep their strawberries n cream lollies.
"Starz is a supergalactic supernova from super-far-away... and I'm a super-effective sleeping pill! That's a lot of supers, so I guess we have that in common!" It smiles blandly, kicking a suspiciously large stack of books under its bed. Later, when it's out of the room, you take a peek. Are those... handmade [REDACTED] zines?
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whisper has been spotted trying to eat bennys ears on multiple occasions but the two seem to get along as great pals. the two are frequently getting into trouble; best not leave them to their own devices for too long as items and snacks tend to go missing when theyre around.
"Whisper is teaching me how to make kandi. It's hard for him to talk and make bracelets at the same time, so sometimes he takes a break! Especially if his head starts getting loose." His what? Benny continues with a smile before you can interject. "We always eat bread together when we get the munchies." The munchies? Does it mean when they get hungry?
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"What are my thoughts on Runtz? Hmm... if I had to say, I think they are very endearing!" It smiles the slightest amount as a loud crash echoes through the background, followed by a stream of swearing and screaming. Benny's expression remains unchanged.
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Mattias twitches slightly before he collects himself, smiling evenly. "Never heard of him." You think that's all you're going to get, but then he leans forward, his smile turning dangerous. "A little advice to you: butt. The fuck. Out."
After he thinks you're gone, you catch him mumbling to himself. You can only make out a few words: "Fucking starkid. What's so good about him, anyway?"
They seem to bristle, every tuft of fur on their body standing on edge. You feel as though you've asked about someone you shouldn't have. Their blank stare, usually emotionless, is lit by the fire of fury.
Slowly, shaking slightly, they raise their hands to their chest. Then, screwing up their face, they flick their fingers outwards.
Hate.
"Come from Бездна." Angel screws up his face. "Abyss. Hard to understand, sometime, not talk like person." A ghost of a memory flits over his face. "Talk like demon." He shakes himself out of it with a tentative smile. "But is friend, yes? Voidtouched not so bad."
Dominion rolls her eyes, stuffing her face with the last remnants of the doughnut in front of her. "Mortal," she huffs with a mouthful of crumbs. "Nezha makes me spend so much time with mortals. They're all the same to me." Beneath her veneer of apathy, you can almost catch a twinkle of insecurity.
He's nursing a drink, tracing his finger around the rim of the glass more than he is actually drinking from it. "We like brothers." A faraway look mists over his eyes, giving the impression of reminiscence or rumination. "Were. Once." He throws back the drink. "I hope we can be again."