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[petcromancer]

Right. Faun. I have a ‘devil’s horns and hooves’ now, so I guess the Christians weren’t so far off about me.

It’s a less dangerous life.

[Which might mean ‘better’, unless you’re some sort of wild gremlin who loves adventuring.]

Have you relearned all of your Speaker magic?

[strongspirited]

Oh how dreadful, the wicked...faun.

No, I haven't.

That will take time.

[petcromancer]

I strike terror into the hearts of the peasants.

[He's a sheep faun, he couldn't be less intimidating if he tried.]

Frustrating, isn't it? It's like being a child again.

[strongspirited]

It's annoying.

But I'm advancing quickly enough. And the local magics are things I couldn't do before.

[petcromancer]

I can't control it yet, but I've had flashes of nature magic. What have you gotten?

[strongspirited]

A lot of my old magic, but not all of it.

and I figured out how to make a disc to let me float.

[petcromancer]

You fly now? That's terrifying.

[that's way cooler than any of Hector's stuff.]

Have you done that bonding thing?

[He's assuming so. She has her little band of vampire slayers here.]

[strongspirited]

I could always fly. This is just a bit more controlled.

And yes, I have. I bonded Trevor. and I'm going to bully Alucard into bonding with me soon.

How about you?

[petcromancer]

[Sypha's type is 'disaster'. Hector can't judge, but he can observe.]

No, I'm [deeply alone and emotionally stunted] still assessing my options. I shouldn't suffer too many adverse effects for a few more months.

[strongspirited]

Don't take too long.

I really don't want you to explode, Hector.

[petcromancer]

Oh, there's no danger of that. I'll just go feral.

[So it's fine!]

I still have time to find someone. You don't need to worry over me. Don't those two you travel with keep you busy enough with that?

[strongspirited]

Oh is that all? A feral Hector rampaging around doing...feral Hector things. Petting every dog in the city, presumably.

They do. Trevor especially since he's often quite drunk.

[petcromancer]

It sounds like I'd be providing a much-needed service to the city.

[Just...don't look into what a feral faun would actually be like, Sypha. Just all vices, all the time.]

The vampire thing hasn't put him off beer? I guess they can still drink. Most vampires just don't. Leave it to Belmont to defy the odds.

[strongspirited]

[Oh she knows. She's not innocent.

And also gross.]

Why not? It's not as though beer has any nutritional value anyway.

[petcromancer]

[HE MEANT THE DOG PETTING, SYPHA.]

At least you don't have to worry about him drinking himself to death.

...is he doing alright with his undeath?

[It's not like he'll ask Trevor himself, but the Belmont has sort of helped him out a few times.]

[strongspirited]

He is.

As well as he ever is, anyway.

[petcromancer]

Good.

I take it the other one broods constantly.

[Like father, like son.]

[strongspirited]

He does, in fact.

But, it's fine. He's a good man.

[petcromancer]

You're probably a better judge of that than me.

[Hector's go-to measuring stick for a person's morality is 'how nice are you to my dog?']

Also infinitely more patient.

[strongspirited]

Perhaps.

Maybe I'm just good at hiding how impatient I actually am. You never know.

[petcromancer]

Well, if they ever break you, I have no doubts you could destroy both of them.

[strongspirited]

Hopefully not. They really are sweet boys.

...just not to night creatures.

[petcromancer]

You'll have to forgive me if I disagree.

[strongspirited]

Give it time.

[petcromancer]

There are some things time won't change.

I made Night Creatures. I am one now. They aren't my enemies any longer, but I have no illusions that those two will ever be my friends.