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"Well, there's nothing wrong with it, but I certainly appreciate higher thought and proper use of language. Temporary loss of that can also lead to... complications. What's 'feral' mean to you?"

"Well..." Celeste paused to take a sip of his drink before answering, which doubled as a moment to think. "Not really. It hasn't gotten any better, and I still prefer being in my right mind. Still makes me feel feral, don't want to mess up while I'm like that." Again.

"It was shortly after you, err, died. I saw an attack forecasted to hit... Icetales, but I managed to bend it away from him. Towards myself, but I got away before it hit." It occurred to Celeste that this subject of conversation was veering quickly to territory he wasn't sure if he wanted to...

"Well, you've been giving yourself some rest, at least. I've been been keeping well enough?" He tried to think about what kind of things he could talk about with Brisa. Their last conversation was over training. Was that normal bar talk? It was the best thing he could think of. "I... uhh...

Bar culture, and thus the wide variety of drinks it offered, had never managed to take hold back home. Wine was familiar to him, though. He tried to think of what he'd drank before. "I would like some wine. A Mago, perhaps?"

When Celeste arrived at the bar, the first thing he noticed was how different it felt from the sort of places he would normally spend time. The mood in these establishments seemed to shift in the evenings. He made his way over to Brisa. "Hello Brisa, nice to see you alive and well."

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Soul, with little weight to hold her down, found herself pressed against Truffles barrier. She cursed. Despite having never personally met Darkwhite, Soul was well aware of her. The time Darkwhite had almost killed Celeste still lurked in his head. Soul was of the opinion that Darkwhite was...

Soul stared up at the stars. She'd been pretty sure they were underground... so where did these come from? Was there a second sky beneath the world here?

[Nazo > Team Spectrum]: They've been missing for long enough that the capture spheres were still unknown to us at the time, correct? I suppose we could press Giovanni for more information on them. [Nazo > Team Spectrum]: Fighting is the only thing strong against all of them, seeing as one is...

"Thank you..." Ivy perched upon her head, Petram alongside, the trio departed for other prospects. Ones that didn't involve flying, this time. Nor anyone trying to fly and ending up a ghost for their efforts... <><><><><>

Soul smiled. "I understand. I just wanted to make sure you knew I wouldn't mind you flying around me... Shall we move along to doing something fun, then?"

Her friends were willing to do that for her. On the surface, she knew and recognized that... but it didn't stop her from feeling like she was keeping them from enjoying flight. They shouldn't have to stay groundbound just because she couldn't figure it out. Soul resisted the urge to bury their...

Soul sat down and pulled her tails over herself, feeling self-conscious. "I am bound by gravity, though, if only because I don't know how not to be. I don't know how to forcibly change my expectations. But I'll be fine, you two have fun being... pilots."

Soul jumped and tried to expect not to come down, but she never really believed it would work, and so she was unsurprised when gravity pulled her back down again. She swallowed nervously. "I... don't know if I can."

Think like gravity doesn't apply... Soul tried to take a step up, as if there was a staircase in front of her. Her foot still passed through the imagined stair, and she remained ground-bound. Not like that, I guess...

We certainly have different definitions of what constitutes fun... "I am... err... glad you're happy with this. Though you might want to let one of us carry you when we go back home. I wouldn't want to leave you here not knowing how to move properly..."

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Soul slowly blinked. "Oh my. Perhaps we should get Chip to check that out.l And perhaps, Soul thought, I'll be best off sticking to thinking of myself like a ninetales for now. Wouldn't want to end up like that, or worse, a blob again, just because I thought about being a shade too hard.

Soul found she floated easily at the water's surface. "Shouldn't be far. The beach is right over there." Swimming felt better than she'd expected. On some subconscious level, she still felt like she'd have to deal with wet fur, even though her coat was ethereal and hardly absorbent. Being a...