app still in the works

[fiend]

A place where my soul is out of my body? [That... is actually more disturbing than seeing his friends starting to go out of their minds.] Even if the demons cant see her, she'll still be there, right?

[Pause.]

... As long as you keep your promise to let me keep going back to my world. But I'd rather be outside than trapped inside your mind till you forget about me. [He'll find a way to make that daemon of his work when they get to it.

If he even gets a daemon, which is all up to the mun right now.]

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[interspace]

That's about the size of it. Nothing could go wrong with any of it, right?

[fiend]

... I could think of a few things.

[interspace]

Then you're at least as smart as you are glowy. Good for you. Now here's the big one: what are you going to do about it?

[fiend]

I wont know until it actually happens. I just know I need to be more careful even around my own demons.

[interspace]

Plural? Is that possible?

[fiend]

D-E-M-O-N, not D-A-E-M-O-N. My demons aren't fluffy spirit animals.

[interspace]

Oh, you mean the actual definition. ... is this the point where I start backing away from the guy who collects a bunch of demons, or...?

[fiend]

I don't collect them-- I just need some around all the time.

[interspace]

You lost me here. Why would you need a bunch of demons if you weren't collecting them?

[fiend]

I just need them to survive.

[interspace]

You scratch their back, they scratch yours...?

[fiend]

That's how they work, yeah.

[interspace]

Pretty agreeable demons. Or is the "they scratch your back" secret code for "or else they'll eat you"?

[fiend]

... You sound like a Wilder.

It's more like banding together so you don't get eaten.

[eightdead]

Hey, minus the first week when you feel like crap, it's really not that bad.

[fiend]

Sickness and injuries I can handle.

[eightdead]

So what can't you handle?

[fiend]

Some things.

[eightdead]

Not a wordy person, huh?

[fiend]

It's not one of my strengths, apparently.

[eightdead]

Can't be good at everything, I guess.

[Lies. She totally is. Or she thinks so, anyway.]

So, why's it up in the air whether or not you'll have a dæmon?

[fiend]

It depends on my mun.

[eightdead]

Not having a soul can be rough, or so I hear.

[fiend]

I still have mine. [Or at least he very firmly believes that. Who the hell knows with half-demons.]

[eightdead]

Sore spot, huh?