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[ladiesss]

"Hey, you've reached Krista's voicemail.
Or whatever the equivalent is on this future walkie-talkie thing.
Leave me a message and I'll get back to you."

[ BEEP. ]

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[ladiesss]

[his hands are. creepy. her scratch-marked little mouth spreads into a frown.]

Can I, uh, do anything else? I don't think my healing magic would help, here...

[heresyandlace]

[the frown makes him feel better. it always does.]

I don't think there's enough to heal, anyway.

[spreading his fingers and sadly gazing at his own halfway-translucent skin]

[ladiesss]

Okay...

[...she looks at his fingers too.]

So... More or less creepy than my bone trick, do you think?

[heresyandlace]

Mm... [he pulls his hands back into the blanket folds. that's enough looking at his horrible flaws for now.] ...You should have seen me yesterday.

[ladiesss]

How bad was it?

[you know her. she's asking with full, disgusted interest.]

[heresyandlace]

[normally, he wouldn't dream of elaborating. ...but hers is the only case in which he feels like he can get into the horrible details and keep his vanity perfectly intact.]

I'm not... right inside. I suppose I'm mostly some sort of shell, right now.

...And you could see it a little more clearly, before.

[ladiesss]

...Awesome.

[yeah, his pride isn't going anywhere.]

[heresyandlace]

It's not the word I would use, but...

[if she wants to give him an ego boost over it, he isn't going to argue. so, he finishes the statement with a shrug, before he moves onto his next point.]

Though, if the process had gone completely correctly, my face would be completely different right now.

[ladiesss]

Oh, more like your usual thing?

[she looks over his blanketed form for a moment...]

What... went wrong with it? The process.

[heresyandlace]

No, I mean it would be completely different. I would look like someone else entirely, for a time.

[and she really is the only person in the world who could get away with looking him over like that right now without bothering him.]

The usual process involves borrowing a body that no one else is using.

[ladiesss]

[...] Like a dead one?

[it takes her a second, frowning... until it finally clicks!]

Oh, because you're a death dragon. Okay. Creepy, but I guess that makes sense.

[heresyandlace]

[he shrugs like it's something that has happened to someone else.]

A soul needs an anchor point when it's been displaced from its original body.

[ladiesss]

Oh... I guess that makes sense.

[her already-thin lips get even thinner as she thinks, for a moment.]

I wonder how fairy souls do it... Do we just hop into whatever body looks open...? [her eyebrows come down in what might almost be considered a squint.] Why have I never wondered this before?