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“Soul. That’s my name, then.” Soul felt that was decidedly unsatisfying. Picking a name didn’t give Soul an identity. “I still don’t really have an identity. Soul is just a name for... nothing. I am blank. Empty. I guess I have to fix that myself...” Soul let out an irritated puffing sound at...

The shadowy gel quivered and condensed down a little. “Celeste doesn’t know anyone... like this. I am nobody. I haven’t even chosen a name. It’s like I’m a soul without an identity attached to it.”

“I don’t know... What if I do something wrong and I can’t fix it? What if there’s something I can’t take back and I mess it up? It’s better to be careful. Not to break anything. It’s easier this way...” “Okay, why are you making those noises?”

“I can talk. I don’t want him to know, though. He killed one of us, and it makes him feel bad when he’s reminded of our tamedness. I don’t want to hurt him. I’d have to feel it too, then. I don’t know how to ignore the link like he does.” “How do you talk, either? You’re made of the same stuff...

“yes...”

The blob wriggled and recoiled from Mia’s scythe. “It’s alive... in some capacity, anyways.” He pulled his badge from his bag. “I’ll be back... in a bit. You’re free to stay, if you want.”

Celeste showed Dave to the place he, Nip and Cabot were staying. His ‘shade’ was on the floor. “Here we are. What were you wanting to do?”

Celeste nodded. “I’ll show you the way.”

“It’s not here, inert hoo tends not much of the partying type, you know? Stays in the room.“ “Take me to dinner? There’s plenty of food right here.”

“Like, mental... stuff? Chip’s theory was that I didn’t let it poke around in my brain enough to form an identity of it’s own.”

Celeste nodded. “I do. I have one blade on my head, and another for a tail. I mostly use the head one, myself. The tail one is only helpful if someone gets behind me. Celeste looked away. “It’s complicated. Apparently, it didn’t get enough stimulation, and now it’s just an inert blob.” Celeste...

Celeste approached Dave. “He didn’t try anything too bad, did he?” He sighed. “Last time I bumped into him, I narrowly avoided having one of the locals file a harassment claim against the entire team from how he treated one of the locals.”

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Celeste snapped up a few fish rolls, going only as slow as politeness required. “This is delicious. It’s so nice to be able to indulge without thinking about the prey.”

The smell of the food washed over Celeste. His mount was watering enough that he had to keep swallowing saliva back lest he begin to drool. He began to tap his claws against the ground in anticipation. This makes it easy to take my mind off of- wait, no. Not thinking about that right now. “May...

Celeste was growing used to having options for food, but he still hesitated when put on the spot. Saltriv approached before he made his choice. “Oh, hello Saltriv! Nice to see you here.” He resumed his decision-making. “Perhaps I’ll try some fish. T’was never much of an option for me back home.”

Of all the nice things here, Celeste thought that the endless, unhunted meat was the best. He could eat tall he pleased without a care in the world. “Don’t mind if I follow, too.”

Celeste looked around at the bustling around him. He recognized quite a few of the people here, Icetales, Cuicatl, Cabot, Bahamut’s accursed familiar, and numerous more of his friends. Sure, there were some people he didn’t really know, the one who looked like a grey Mienfoo, who looked to be...

“There’s so much to enjoy here, even for me. If I’m not careful, I might just eat myself into hibernation!”

Celeste arrived at the party. He’d excused himself from the final preparations to go prepare himself. His thick winter coat was groomed back sleek, and he’d purchased a bow tie for the occasion, which Cabot had helped him put on. It was a black one, with little shiny silver speckles that looked...