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Soul was bored. If she wanted to get invested in drama, she could read a trashy book or something like that instead of putting up with actual bickering. She groomed her tails, more as an expression of boredom than out of a need for actual hygiene. She'd never really found her shadowy form to get...

Celeste was exhausted. He'd clung on to consciousness by a thread several times... and had failed to, once, when the phantom Bone had been allowed to escape its room. He hadn't wanted to get involved in the infighting, and it seemed everything was working things out alright without him. Not like...

Celeste burst into the room. “What happened? I was helping tidy up the festival, but now... something nasty happened there, no?”