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[mongoosegrin]

[GOOD MORNING. guess who's got feet enough to move again! and it only took, what. a week? good times. though Alex hasn't gotten to prowling yet; he's on the angled roof of the Gilded Castle, the story he'd been holed up in; his feet are dangling in Edel's window as he lounges, trying to...egh...enjoy this too-close sunshine

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[pimpsaw]

Your point?

[pimpsaw]

We do not die. [as far as she knows] Nor do we belong in the human world.

[mongoosegrin]

[a slight pause, considering.] Where do you belong, then?

[pimpsaw]

In our world.

[mongoosegrin]

[a longer pause.]

I know of entities who are housed in the human world. Belonging elsewhere. My family does much work with them.

[pimpsaw]

Do they?

[mongoosegrin]

Yes. Are you similarly contracted? Here, in a body.

[pimpsaw]

Contract...?

[mongoosegrin]

Mutual promises. Rules. Eh...[fishes for the word.] Compromises.

[pimpsaw]

...

No.

[mongoosegrin]

[haa. disappointing.

but still lightly:] No, perhaps not. 'Darkov' meant nothing to you.

[pimpsaw]

If I were 'contracted', what would you have done?

[mongoosegrin]

Not much, much the same as now. It would not be my place. I do not know of a Darkov who has been bound to more than one in their lives.

[pimpsaw]

Would you have attempted to force me into a contract?

[mongoosegrin]

[chuckling.] That is not how it works. You make me sound very mean!

[pimpsaw]

My apologies.