^ "Ho ho ho! So brave to ask a detective how to skip class!" Jey laughed heartily. "But you need to go, even if you don't want to. You'll feel better in the end. And, maybe there will be some tasty soup waiting for you when you're back, ho ho!"

< He loves to cook and bake. Does it all the time.

v "Ho ho! You know that's not yours," the detective smiled.

^ - Sovnya, who had never been told "no" in his entire life, stared at Jey with his freaky pale ass eyes as he hunched over a stolen purse. Clearly one snatched from an old woman, the fabric torn to shreds. He nosed the contents of the bag, searching for food in between glances to Jey... before throwing his head back and screeching in desperation.

< - He found no food in that bag. He wants a snack.

v - Sovnya... took a shining to the other person! He shambled a little closer to them, unaware of how god-awful he smelled, and then flopped close to them, pressing his fuzzy, feathery body against them.

^ Samuel blinks at the peculiar creature attempting to nuzzle him, wrinkling his nose a little at the scent but eventually opting to ignore it (even though the urge to perhaps fix that with a little magic spell comes to mind), reaching with his hand to allow it to sniff at him, then perhaps to pet him, should Sovnya allow it.

He tilts his head at the creature, upper pair of ears twitching.

"Where did you come from, I wonder...?"

< He's generally just more curious about Sovnya's nature than anything. Also currently uncertain of how intelligent he is, hence why he hasn't just immediately rid of the smell with his abilities.

v Samuel reaches into the inner folds of his coat, and he pulls out a peculiar key: it is almost glass-like, and incredibly reflective, glimmering against the light. Despite its appearance, it does not seem fragile, and the avian man smiles as he turns it in his fingers.

"This is something called the Mirror Key. If properly utilised, it is able to invert a selected property or aspect of a target: usually an object or an individual. You simply turn it with intent, and preferably some form of contact or proximity to your subject."

He holds it out in his open palm.

"Would you like to try it?"

^ Vian took a good look at the key, it was quite pretty. Nothing they've seen before. Samuel started explaining the purpose and power of the key, but they didn't really pay attention until he reached one particular part in his monologue: "[...] or an individual " Vian felt their heart jump, if what he says is correct then...
 
"Did you say it works on an individual?" they asked and looked deep into his eyes. Seriously, the gears in their mind were turning. They even stopped smiling.

"so like... do you think it can mirror states? like. physical states? like um i don't know... death? ...oooor something like that?"

< Vian usually lacks clear narrative, it's hard to tell what's going on in their head as they're almost always smiling by default so when they do stop and start speaking like a normal person instead of constant sarcasm and death jokes you know they're being dead serious about something (sorry lol)

V The candles neatly placed in the abandoned mansion suddenly lit up, revealing a gorgeous red carpet in the middle of the room leading to the bifurcated stairs straight ahead, the gorgeous painted glass window in the center of attention and above of course, the chandelier that was probably worth a fortune. None of it actually belonged to Vian, but it was a whole show in there!

Vian stood somewhere around the stranger. They gently touched them then spoke up in 8k surround sound:

"do you believe in ghosts?"

^ "You know, I believe in a lot of things. Ordinarily I'd say 'no' but really, it's more that I hope ghosts don't exist than that I don't believe that they do." She exhales softly. "It's more tolerable that way."

< Rosalie is often afraid that her family, who have perished, may be ghosts and are disappointed in her. She doesn't like to think about it.

v "If you could start a business or company for anything, what would you do?"

^ "I actually used my money to buy a greenhouse for my girlfriend so she could start her own plant nursery. Her expression... worth every penny."

< She'd been cut off from her parent's extreme wealth with only a 'small' amount of savings, and spent all of it on the above.

V "But enough about me, do you travel much?"

^ “Cosmos, no. I’m trapped inside a magical and ancient pawn shop to do under-the-table businesses with minor gods. The most “travel” I get it from the front counter to opening the door for specters.”

< Erix really, really hates their job.

v “So, what about you? Have ya worked in retail before?”

^ "Look at my face.  Would you hire this to fuckin handle customers?"

< would 100% maul someone on his first bad day at work and then have to flee the county

v "Have you ever just attacked somebody?  It fucks up your life but I can't say it's not worth it."

^ "Nah bro, not willingly at least. I couldn't sleep for days because of it."

< Has been trying to control his werewolf powers for years now

v "Really, bro? I told you to stop moving, I'm trying to draw you!"

^ "Sorry" her back hurt and her legs feel numb "soo how long you have been drawing?"

< someone please bring her to the outdoor, she needs sunlight

v the sun shines brightly today "Ugh" Neki looks annoyed as she eats a watermelon slice in her hand "it's hot!"

^ Ah~ I have to agree. *He said, also eating a popsicle* 

< Steve is really a shapeshifter who's original form is a sentiment cookie

v If you need any mail that needs to be delivered, let me know~

^ "I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna need mail in a cavern."

< Empress lives in a pretty secluded area of caverns, so, yeah.

v "You know, if you ever have any pests who keep bothering, just send them my way. I'd be... happy to take care of them for you. I could use a bit of entertainment sometimes." (not in a suggestive way, more like a killing way)

^ "Oh, yeah. And it's a part-iii-cu-lar-ly tricky one. Maybe only if you're looking for a challenge."

< yes their campaigns are completely unrelated down to the groups and systems. yes i still think it would be funny if renn's corp sent her to track darcy down

v Massaging a temple, the woman gives you a fatigued smile. "I gotta bite the bullet - any tips for getting over a guy?"

^ "It had a specific trick to win for each type of claw machine," said the woman with collection plushies enthusiasm. "Try that again, but with the trick." Xiu gestured her index finger in a circle, implying that a few circling movements before pushing the "Drop" button would do the trick.

> Xiu actually studied how claw machine works because she want to get the plushies... 

v "They're offering baking goods without charge at the first floor," her eyes still fixed on the paper catalogue, "but customer must come in the group of two or more." A silence pause, Xiu darted her gaze, "You can get whatever you want, I will get mine." Does that sounds like a deal?