a profusion of whistles

[self_composed]

"I didn't wind up interacting directly with Micaiah much," says Stella, after returning home from a certain visit. "Does he deviate from template significantly? He didn't have wings, so I imagine it was by less than Angela deviates from my template."

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[truthwright]

"Let's make hexes," Petaal says cheerfully, shifting male-angel as soon as there is a closed door between her and Stella.

[dark_light]

"Okay," says Amariah. "Flavor choice?"

[truthwright]

"Something sharp," says Kas.

[dark_light]

That leaves fifteen choices. She goes with a metal blade. As though she pulled her dagger and ran him through with it.

Hex is a thousand and up, isn't it?

One thousand triangles of dagger.

[truthwright]

Petaal wraps her arms around Amariah and kisses her.

[dark_light]

...Some time later, Amariah saunters out of the Belltower to try forcing the door to Juliet's world with a shiny new declawed star that looks like Petaal's angelwing pattern.

Doesn't work.

"Rats," says Path.

[truthwright]

"Yeah," agrees Petaal.

[dark_light]

"Oh well," Amariah sighs. "Home? Well. This strip club? And a teleportation power?"

[truthwright]

"Yeah. Those," says Kas, grinning a little.

[dark_light]

Teleportation powers! Strip club! Teleportation!