just don’t wear it yourself. i mean it. it’s very picky over who gets to wear it and it has very extreme ways of expressing displeasure over anyone not of royal blood putting it on.
one-hit kill kind of extreme. honestly even if you’re of royal blood it will still fuck you up, i remember my dad looked like he was seventy at fifty bc of that ring.
no??? i don’t want your soul??? i don’t even think my friends swore anything to me last time around before i let them have access to magic, but my memory’s fuzzy.
yeah but if it breaks some random line of code somewhere not only do i have a sentient boss i probably also have like. npcs lacking faces in dramatic cutscenes.
I have two or three right now at the house, but you're not allowed to feed them vegetables. Or any of the ones you find in the street. I don't know if they can eat them anyway.
[There’s the sound of a sword thunking into the ground in front of the house not a few minutes later, before Noctis knocks on the door. He looks tired, but it’s about the same level of tired as he usually looks.
There’s a black ring on his ring finger, with a small chunk of crystal set into it. It looks a bit like a signet ring.]
…where are the cat-cake things? I brought some berries Fluvius doesn’t care for.
[to Neptune:] Stop being mean, they’re technically your older siblings.
[And he’ll just move right on in and put a plastic bag full of berries on the counter as directed. As he does so, he nods.]
Yeah, the infamously extremely picky ring. Don’t wear it—it’ll hurt you even if it likes you. [Why the fuck did so many things his past life owned do psychic damage, Christ. He pulls out two kitchen chairs.]
Come on, sit down. It’ll take a few seconds, unless you wanna be all formal about it and swear a bunch of oaths.
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just don’t wear it yourself. i mean it. it’s very picky over who gets to wear it and it has very extreme ways of expressing displeasure over anyone not of royal blood putting it on.
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Third am I selling my soul to you for this?
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no??? i don’t want your soul??? i don’t even think my friends swore anything to me last time around before i let them have access to magic, but my memory’s fuzzy.
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I had to check!
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what would i even do with your soul??? or any soul. stick it in a video game like in a creepypasta? too much trouble.
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not worth it.
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yes.
i promise this doesn’t need your soul though. ring has enough ghosts whispering creepily, you’d probably encourage me to root around in a dumpster.
anyway i’m coming over.
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Watch out for the Creations btw they really like me
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I don't know how they got here or where they're coming from, but they're from my past life.
Wait is there anyone named Ruan Mei in the city?
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they’re from your past life? i saw one sleeping on top of a trash can the other day. i just assumed they were mutated cats.
i don’t think so. why? also from your past life?
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she made them? and then you made more?
caleb were you a mad scientist on your space train?
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wait how many of them are there and do they eat vegetables?
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[It’s a lucky thing this is over text bc then it’s not accompanied by a pout.]
but if they’re rooting through trash they can probably handle a carrot.
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Anyway lemme know when you get here!
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There’s a black ring on his ring finger, with a small chunk of crystal set into it. It looks a bit like a signet ring.]
…where are the cat-cake things? I brought some berries Fluvius doesn’t care for.
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[Said Dewott is currently sulking on the sofa. The Delcatty is no where to be seen.]
Just set them on the counter for now. Is that the ring?
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[And he’ll just move right on in and put a plastic bag full of berries on the counter as directed. As he does so, he nods.]
Yeah, the infamously extremely picky ring. Don’t wear it—it’ll hurt you even if it likes you. [Why the fuck did so many things his past life owned do psychic damage, Christ. He pulls out two kitchen chairs.]
Come on, sit down. It’ll take a few seconds, unless you wanna be all formal about it and swear a bunch of oaths.
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