2021-09-24: Pocket Change
- Log: Pocket Change
- Cast: Kaguya, Magilou
- Where: Meria Boule - Outskirts
- Date: 24/09/2021
- Summary: Kaguya rifles through Magilou's pockets while she's unconscious, and finds where she was hiding an emotion about Seraph Caelia's plight. (Are her emotions the fellow in the dapper tophat..? Because she found Bienfu, too.) Magilou leads Kaguya to a few realisations, and bids she help Caelia; Kaguya is familiar enough with Magilou's manner to try and help her, first.
<Pose Tracker> Kaguya has posed.
It's been some amount of time since the fight. Exactly how much is not particularly important. Kaguya will be back to get her candy. It's fine. For now, she's instead teleported to a safe spot in Meria, a run-down old property that she maintains here by virtue of 'having a lot of money'. It has four walls and a roof, technically. It also has an old bed that Kaguya places Magilou down on top of, looking her over with a lifted eyebrow, before she glances about--checks that the door is locked still--aaand...
Proceeds to go through her pockets before waking her up. Just in case. And when she notices something weird she pulls at it--
<Pose Tracker> Magilou has posed.
Magilou's Magical Pockets -- they're not on her hip, because those are scandalously exposed in her Menagerie suit, but rather there are plenty of pockets in her jacket -- contain a variety of useful and interesting items, including:
a) One (1) loose piece of paper which appears to be a shopping list, requesting 'ley interference', 'one kilo of anguish', 'the metaphysical concept of falling', and 'a complete revolutionary guillotine (do they still make these???)'. None of the items have been ticked off.
b) Fifteen gald.
c) Two thousand gil.
d) Six hundred gella.
e) Three (3) Apple Gels.
f) One (1) deck of playing cards, which on closer inspection holds only 50 cards.
g) One (1) deck of tarot, which appears to be very old.
h) A single backgammon chip (red).
i) A Neo-Vane library card, which appears to be issued to academic staff.
j) One (1) obnoxiously-coloured kazoo.
k) One (1) --
"W-waaah!"
When Kaguya tugs at the little ball of light in Magilou's pocket, she finds it resolving into a small and dapper man, all latched onto her fingers. Bienfu -- a Normin Seraph in an ASTOUNDING top hat -- dangles haplessly. "Hey!" He says, in a voice which can only be described as pipsqueakish. "What do you think you're doing?!"
Note that throughout all this, Magilou has been snoring quite peacefully, and shows no signs of waking up.
<Pose Tracker> Kaguya has posed.
Kaguya examines the paper. She figures she could actually get some of these things if she made an effort. It goes onto the side table. The gald, gil, and gella go into her pocket, because of course they do. The Apple Gels get a raised eyebrow and are tossed over Kaguya's shoulder unceremoniously. The deck of cards goes onto the side table, as does the tarot deck, which, not that anyone will give her credit for this, she actually treats somewhat carefully. The chip she flips in her hand and then puts on the cards, the library card she examines for a name, the kazoo she keeps hold of, and the Normin--
Kaguya yanks. Then she lifts an eyebrow at the little guy. Her teeth look very sharp from here. "I'm going through an old lady's pockets," Kaguya explains. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"I rescued her, I get to check her pockets. That's how it works."
"Which I guess means now you're my little weird cat in a suit, huh." She pokes the top-hat with the kazoo. "Unless you can give me a good reason otherwise."
<Pose Tracker> Magilou has posed.
The library card apparently belongs to one 'Dr. Lassi Aguire', which is definitely, probably not Magilou's name, and raises interesting questions about who precisely she stole it from, and how long she's been checking out books and leaving someone else to deal with the late fees.
The Bienfu apparently belongs to Magilou, except that Kaguya found him, and you know what they say about finders and keepers. "You--!!" He stops, mid-sentence. "Huh? You're the one who got us out of there?" He does not explain 'us', but Seraphs riding along with people isn't the weirdest thing in the world, even if he's kind of a weirdly-shaped Seraph.
"Wh--hey!!" He falls back onto the bed with the prodding, only to reach reach up and straighten his top hat, little bat wings flapping in utter indignity. He wails, tugging on the brim of that hat: "Miss Magilou! Miss Magilooou!! It's happening agaiiiin!!!!"
"Mmrh grmph," Magilou mumbles, eloquently, as she reaches over to grab Bienfu and hug him to her as if he were a stuffed animal.
"Why does this always happen to meeeee," Bienfu wails, and it might be ambiguous whether he means Magilou's actions or Kaguya's, in this moment.
<Pose Tracker> Kaguya has posed.
How terrible! Library fraud!
"Do you see anybody else with incredible teleportation technology around?" Kaguya inquires of the Bienfu. And he falls. Utter indignity. Kaguya, instinctively, feels the urge to bully him a little, as a natural Veruni action. She thinks about it.
She mock gasps. "But that's not the name on her library card!" Then she grins at Bienfu, laughing at him as Magilou grabs him. "Ahahahah. Nice."
Then she considers, and lifts the kazoo to her lips. "Dunno, little guy. But it seems like that's just your fate."
- KAZOO!*
Kaguya loudly blows the kazoo before pulling a small glass bottle from her belt and presenting it to the two of them. "Have the old lady drink this," she instructs.
"And what, is this common for her?"
<Pose Tracker> Magilou has posed.
"O, cruel fate --" Bienfu's lamentations are interrupted by a distinctive *SQUEAK*, uttered when Kaguya kazoos and Magilou squeezes him and scrambles upright. "WHAT HUH" she yelps, with that self-same eloquence, fascinator all tipped to a precarious angle with the rest of her.
"miss magilou i can't breathe,"
"WHO THE WHAT YOU BUH"
"nnnneh!!!" He flails as he frees a hand-paw-hand with heroic effort, reaching over to grasp the elixir bottle. He... proceeds to drink it himself..?
There is shortly a little sparkly healing stock effect around the both of them, bizarrely enough, and the cosmetic scrapes which would suggest damage in battle shortly disappear from the medley of patterns on Magilou's form. He sighs, as she loosens his grip, and replies to Kaguya: "Yup..."
"Huh," Magilou puts a hand behind her as the other one deposits Bienfu on the bed beside her, so that she can right her hat. "What's this, then? A witchnapping? I'll have you know, there are a medley of persons who are extremely concerned for my welfare --"
"N-no, Miss Magilou!" Bienfu waves his little hands, alarmed. "She saved us!! She's a..." Bienfu looks back to the bully, Kaguya. "... she helped!" He elects to say, instead of any comment on her moral qualities.
Magilou looks to the bedside desk, and grins. "Oh, sure. The sort of rescue which comes with a full patdown. You sure you don't have a problem?" She asides, looking back to Kaguya.
<Pose Tracker> Kaguya has posed.
"Hey, that's..." Pause. Kaguya watches both of them get the little healy sparkles and effects of the potent potion, and tilts her head thoughtfully. That's an interesting turn of events. Moreso even than the idea that this is pretty common.
Kaguya, for her part, is not in a top hat; she's in Filgaian style clothes well enough though, a suit of her own with a tie and a pin that denotes House Alathfar--which is more recent than Magilou's been to Lunar possibly but has the signs of being a Hyland thing from the accoutrements.
"I mean, it could be a witchnapping," Kaguya supplies helpfully. "I'm sure you have friends. Somewhere. But then I'd have to deal with a ransom and do all this other stuff and it's just, a lot less work this way."
"But nah, no problem. I was just curious, and you're not exactly forthcoming, so I figured I'd go through your stuff to learn a little!" A beat, "I got rid of your crappy Apple Gels, though. I could make better than that in my sleep. You're better off without them."
She proffers the kazoo. "You can have most of it back, though. Nah, I don't have a problem with you. You do, though. The kind of problem that makes you mouth off to people who are trying to explode you. You were really intent on pissing people off, and I'm kinda wondering why?"
<Pose Tracker> Magilou has posed.
Oh, Magilou knows Alathfar. That's a recent addition, sure, but she has reason to keep tabs on what churches in Lunar are up to.
(Magilou, herself, has several outstanding warrants in the Guard, some of which are so old the details have been lost to bureaucracy. They probably still want her? Apparently she's accused of witchcraft, and cavorting, and generally disturbing the peace.)
"They are not crappy! They're perfectly good for you! They just happen to also be tasty!" Magilou huffs, on the topic of her Apple Gels. Bienfu mutters something which might be 'i told you so', except that she glares at him and he immediately zips it.
(According to Bienfu, Apple Gels go straight to Magilou's hips. This seems a little outlandish, looking at her. Maybe it's something you can only tell when you're possessing someone. Or maybe Bienfu is just as bad as Magilou is..?)
She does, however, take the kazoo, and immediately tucks it away... on the brim of her fascinator, behind the card stuck in there. Magilou raises a brow as Kaguya proceeds to do a spot of analysis, and one might get the sinking suspicion that if her pockets hadn't just been searched she'd hold up a scorecard reading 6.8.
Tragically, the waveform has collapsed and the Magilou has been observed, so she does not do this.
"'Pissing people off', huh...?" Magilou sighs, with a broad shrug, palms to the sky. "What can I say! The truth hurts. That's hardly my fault!" Bienfu, wisely, does not pipe up with how precisely it is her fault. Magilou shakes her head, arms folding loosely over her chest. "Besides, how can you say I'm not exactly forthcoming when I get exploded when I come forth? That's an extremely hostile working environment. If I've learned anything from Comrade Birdboy,"
Bienfu suddenly looks EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE,
"there's no way you can expect an innocent woman to operate in conditions like that!" Magilou ignores his discomfort entirely in order to complete her declaration.
<Pose Tracker> Kaguya has posed.
Kaguya... has heard of Magilou. She did some asking around about a weird witch after she first met her and compared the name to the stories. She doesn't particularly.... care, about her crimes as such, but they do make her a little interesting. But then....
"They're crappy," Kaguya insists. "If you think they're tasty then I feel sorry for your little rat man there. I'm a botanist, I know this stuff."
That's not in the tales of her, though they say her lands are 'full of flowers', so there's that.
Kaguya gives Magilou a flat look when she says it isn't her fault. "Is that how we're playing this?" she wonders. "I guess so.
Comrade Birdboy... and Bienfu looks uncomfortable. Hmmm.
"Anyway I respect lying through your teeth and all but c'mon, I'm curious. If you won't tell me, maybe little Mr. Man there will. What's the deal? I mean, I could pretend I'm arguing with your point, but we both know you'd just make another one."
"You knew everybody would get mad about that Seraph, more than the stupid gold tree, and you pushed it until they got furious. It's like you wanted your side to lose."
"And I mean, I'm not particularly judging that right now, but that's pretty weird behavior for somebody Margaret seemed so concerned for."
<Pose Tracker> Magilou has posed.
"They're delicious," Magilou insists, with a huff. "Put them on everything!"
Wait, did Magilou take this position to be contrary one day and has been maintaining it ever since..?
Magilou is perfectly content to let Kaguya spin her wheels, bringing a leg up to tuck a heel underneath herself, the other dangling over the edge of the bed from where she'd flailed halfway out of it. She looks over to Bienfu, teeth flashing in her lopsided grin. "Yeah, Mr. Man! Go on! Tell her all about it!"
"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Bienfu appears to be trying to be disappear into his hat, which is impressive, given it already needs eye-holes on account of consuming half his head.
"Mm-hm, I thought so," Magilou nods, fingers tapping against her folded arms. She falls quiet for a moment, shoulders lifting and falling in a broad shrug.
"Oh, the Black Pearl will live," she sighs, finally. "We did a little crime, we had a grand old time! As for that thing she's picked up, well -- does it matter?" Magilou issues that question as her grin grows toothier, eyes lidding lazily. "After all, seems she never forgot her servitude, back then. 'Seraphim' are free creatures, who can choose their own fate."
Magilou looks to Bienfu, smile dimming, for a moment. One might get the impression the two of them are quite used to these sorts of wordless conversations, as much as she seems to push him around.
She shakes her head, looking back to Kaguya. "But that thing Margaret's picked up is terribly old-fashioned. What did she call herself..? Oh well," Magilou tosses up a hand, as if tossing the entire concept of 'Malakhim' out the window. "It's hardly my fault if everyone's forgotten the particulars of how the contracts used to work."
And Magilou remembers..?
<Pose Tracker> Kaguya has posed.
"Well you can grab them off the floor. I think i had this place cleaned in the last year at least once."
Bienfu... is not very helpful. Kaguya frowns at him. "Traitor!" she says. "You're supposed to be on my side now!" He is the opposite of a traitor, actually. This is fine.
"Oh, I'm not worried about her," Kaguya says with a laugh. "But it's that--Yeah. That."
Magilou goes for it again, just as hard it seems as she did before, and Kaguya watches carefully. Back then--'Seraphim', and..."
"...And a 'Malak' isn't," Kaguya answers thoughtfully. "And that used to be more of a thing."
She pauses, and shrugs. "If people figured out a way to weaponize Seraphs, why'd they stop?" she wonders aloud. "It's not like people to stop doing shitty things for no reason."
"Oh well whatever. That tells me a little. So looking at the way you two are looking at each other, that's important to you for some reason, probably because you're old."
"...So you weren't just being a bitch for no reason." Hm. Kaguya looks down at Magilou. "...You could've just told me that instead of making me work at it though. It's things like this that're why you go unconscious and get robbed a lot."
<Pose Tracker> Magilou has posed.
"Bienfu, you can grab them off the floor," Magilou replies, without missing a beat.
Bienfu looks terribly uncomfortable with this entire situation, particularly when Kaguya declares him to be a traitor. "H-hey!! We're all on the same side! Right? Right...?" Bienfu looks from one bully to the other, looking entirely outmatched.
Magilou, of course, is busy laying out breadcrumbs. She's previously assessed Kaguya to be pretty good, so maybe she'll put it together. Not that Magilou really cares when she does remember what they used to be called, and draws a few conclusions.
Still, she nods, and waits for her to continue.
"Huh, them stopping is weird, isn't it?" Magilou asks, looking quite surprised, when Kaguya gets to wondering. Her hand comes to her mouth, with a gasp. "Did things really change that much?!"
Her hand drops down, with a sly grin. "It's not like I care," she says out loud, this time. "But someone cared enough to change the entire designation... so it's interesting to find a Malak who never got the memo. If you're playing by Seraphim rules, you'll never understand her... and I don't suppose she expects to be understood in a modern world."
Magilou's eyes lid, and there's something miserable to her smile. "It's only a matter of time until someone rotten gets their hands on her, and then all the fun little heists in the world won't matter. Slavery is slavery, whether you dress it up in a funny hat or tell your things to die for their disobedience." Her words drop like a rock through a pond, smile slipping from her face in favour of grim contemplation.
"If those kids need to get angry at me to accept it, it doesn't much matter to me."
<Pose Tracker> Kaguya has posed.
If Bienfu's gonna let himself be pushed around like that and then follow it up by going to Magilou for help then--well, maybe Kaguya should care about that, but she doesn't claim to be very nice. "Are we?" she asks him pleasantly.
Magilou's look of surprise--It's very theatrical. Maybe that's the thing with Magilou. Well, one of them. Did things change that much? "...Heh. I guess not," she considers, thinking about her history with Althena. "Not really."
She says it out loud. And someone cares. "Yeah, I wonder why?" Kaguya says. "There's a lot of things she seemed like she didn't know. She didn't know much about the Church either--not how it is these days, anyway. Was it still running shit back then?"
Not that she really expects a straight answer. But the dark truth is that while Kaguya complains... she actually enjoys having to work at it a little to figure things out. Though she enjoys less the miserable quality of Magilou's smile.
"Yeah..." Kaguya shakes her head. "I don't think Mags gets it," she points out. "She might get it more if you just told her. But I guess that's no fun, huh?"
"Well, that sucks, and it means it might end up being my problem one of these days. Not great." The small Veruni shrugs, and looks over at Bienfu. "Hm."
"Well, you answered my question, kind of, so I'll tell you where you are. You're in Meria Boule. Small house on the outskirts. In the grip of the great and powerful Veruni."
She doesn't quite have it in her to laugh menacingly, but she does smirk. "I dunno though. For someone who doesn't care you sure were willing to burn for it."
<Pose Tracker> Magilou has posed.
"My, isn't the mighty Alathfar House working with the Guard? Surely you've heard those stories about the bedrock which is the Church!" Nope, Magilou isn't going to be helpful at ALL.
(Or is she??? Stories, history...)
Margaret doesn't get it... Magilou sighs, but she has to concede Kaguya has a point. She withstood quite a lot of needling, didn't she..?
It ending up Kaguya's problem makes perfect sense, though. After all, Magilou just mentioned what would happen if rotten people got their hands on that thing. Lie down with dogs, wake up with uncomfortable slavery associations. Tragic!, she thinks.
She at least manages to crack a grin, through all those fatalistic thoughts, when Kaguya cites the Great and Powerful Veruni. "Nice. Good progress on the menace, there." Wait, could Magilou tell it was supposed to have a menacing laugh attached?!
Maybe that's just because she's so good at menacing laughs...
She looks aside, a hand curling in one of the twin-tails beside her head. "Was I..? Hmm..." Magilou glances to Bienfu again, before she looks back to Kaguya, smile a thousand years old. "Maybe... I just want to use her for my own purposes. Can you really say for sure?" Right through her chest, she can feel it, sharp as hen's teeth; it's better this way, if she wants her to know any shred of freedom.
If he wanted me to do things differently, Magilou thinks to herself, he shouldn't have left me to handle this on my own. Stupid kid.
It's there, on her face, but quietly, quietly; in the tension at the edges of her smile, the way her motion stills.
"Oh, well," Magilou says, flicking her hair aside with a sweep of her wrist. It stubbornly bounces right back, of course, but by then her hand's lowered down to her lap. "Who knows! Maybe baking cookies and robbing banks with a woman on a string will work out! She might not even be screaming inside! Why," Magilou adds, all knife-split grin, "she might not have anything inside. Is it really so wrong to make a doll dance?"
Let us note here that Bienfu looks quite a bit more upset than Magilou does, as if he were a barometer for the real mood of the room, entirely beyond the sardony and veils.
<Pose Tracker> Kaguya has posed.
"Yeah, I did some digging there," Kaguya says back to Magilou. "Until about ten years ago the Church wasn't much of a bedrock in Glenwood, anyway." Stories, history.. she'll have to do her own digging. Ah, well. "But that's true I guess." She doesn't deny working with the Guard--and neither does she particularly pretend that she thinks they're very moral. Oh, most of the notable Guardsmen she knows would balk at such things... unless it were presented the right way, maybe. But is the same true of their leaders...?
"Oh, thanks," Kaguya answers about her menace. She's playing along. It's fine.
A thousand years old. Kaguya stares right into the abyss that is Magilou's smile, unblinking. There are things that give the small Veruni pause, but despair and depth are not among them. Can she know for sure?
"Nope," Kaguya answers pleasantly, and does not voice her doubt of that this time, because she cannot know and because she can feel that somehow it is important that this particular illusion remain. ...If, indeed, it is an illusion at all.
But Kaguya sees the tension and decides not to poke it. Not directly. She knows how to handle the ancient and the mighty alike.
"...Cheer up, buddy." Kaguya decides to talk to Bienfu instead for a moment, looking at his upsetness. "...I'd say 'it's OK' but it isn't, huh?" Kaguya reaches out to poke Bienfu in the hat. "Looks like we are on the same side on this one."
"...I think there is something in her," Kaguya says, and she's actually talking about the Malak, not cleverly asserting Magilou's heart is real or something. "That's the impression I get."
"...But that's not your problem, right Mr. Man? You and your old lady here don't care about all that stuff."
<Pose Tracker> Magilou has posed.
"Wow, really? Then where'd all those churches come from?" Magilou sounds completely baffled by this brand new information, because Magilou doesn't know anything about anything.
She also has a bridge to sell you.
It's nice to play along. Maybe it's nicer, too. It's not like it escapes Magilou, raw as the wound is. A kinder woman might give Kaguya a break, but...
(Is it really a question of Magilou giving Kaguya a break?)
"H-huh?" Bienfu points at himself, when Kaguya addresses him directly. "I mean -- yeah! We're on the same side!!" He sounds relieved to confirm it, as if he, himself, had some tension over the question.
He adjusts his hat, little devil-tail flicking back and forth. "She was mad when Miss Magilou kept insulting her... it was hard to see, but I think that was real. I don't know if she remembers, or..." He doesn't quite explain what he means by that, trailing off into unsettled silence, instead.
"Thaaat's right!" Magilou interrupts, before he can answer her next question, clapping a hand on -- well, most of Bienfu's side rather than his shoulder, he's rather small. "I already have my own 'Thing', so I don't need another! That's what Bienfu's true name means, you know," she asides, with a too-sharp grin. "That's the name I gave him." Why would Magilou give Bienfu a name..? She doesn't explain that, either, nor why she'd mention it.
"So as far as this new object d'art is concerned, she hardly concerns me," Magilou insists. "If you want to help her, that's your business. You convince the best friends breakfast club they can't just own her nicely."
She streeetches, arms coming up over her before her hands loop behind her head. "But I should thank you for scooping me up before that Seraph could shishkabob me. Gotta say, I wasn't expecting to find someone that old who I didn't already have a pulse on. Heh... it's too bad. Not wanting anything to do with it after so long... it's a pretty common sentiment." Magilou doesn't attribute that weariness to herself, of course. That would imply she has sentiments, as she looks up at the ceiling with a contemplative expression.
"But maybe it's people like that... who really need to know if it's happening again. Things are different, now... mm," she adds, a shrug of her shoulders which sways her elbows, "for them, at least. We let the sleeping dogs lie... being fair, no one can blame you all for dreaming. It was a dream for a better world in the first place..."
Her brow creases to a painful point, before Magilou chuffs out a chuckle, shaking her head. "Ah, crap... listen to this old lady rambling on. Don't worry about it," she says, softly, not quite looking at Kaguya.
<Pose Tracker> Kaguya has posed.
"Ha, ha." Kaguya rolls her eyes at Magilou's fake bafflement, having rather thought it was cool what she found about the church only recently coming back into prominence. But SOME PEOPLE don't appreciate fun facts. it's fine.
"Yeah!" Kaguya says to Bienfu, and listens to his account--that's something she saw, too. He doesn't explain, but there's obviously something to remember. Somewhere.
Magilou answers for him again. And he is rather small. "Uh-huh," Kaguya says, and if there were a dictionary for ancient words she'd be looking up Bienfu's name in it. But the name Magilou gave him... hmmm. Obviously Magilou wanted that information to come out, so she said it on purpose, but why?
"Yeah good luck with that," Kaguya answrs, shaking hr head. "But sure sure. Add it to my list of problems."
She at least doesn't make a big deal out of Not Caring, because she used to do that herself. She still does sometimes. But there's no point today.
"You should," Kaguya agrees about thanking her, and notes that Magilou hasn't, really. And what else she says...
"Dreams for a better world are dangerous," Kaguya says seriously. "You dream too much and you lose sight of the world you're actually making instead of the one you wanted." Pause. "But I guess you know that, or you wouldn't be talking like that about it."
<Pose Tracker> Magilou has posed.
Maybe Magilou is trying to make a point! Maybe Magilou is being a jerk! Maybe Magilou is good at multitasking.
If there were a Seraphic-to-English dictionary, Bienfu's true name would translate to... something, at least. It could be 'some thing'. Tragically, without hearing the words, can anyone say for sure?
"Long list, huh?" Magilou asides, when Kaguya supposes she'll have to add that to the rest of her problems. "Too bad." Is she... sympathising with her?! No, certainly not.
She hasn't quite thanked her, and she hasn't quite admitted she cares, either. It's a wonder how one goes for so long as Magilou has -- she might even be thirty years old, so, you know, ancient? -- maintaining the idea that she's untouched by all the hubbub. It's its own statement, perhaps, in this context.
Magilou closes those strange two-coloured eyes of hers, listening to what Kaguya says. "Losing sight of it, huh... I wonder if you'd withdraw from the entire world... ahh, poor kid." Magilou might not be talking about Kaguya, there. She brings a hand around, fingers brushing through her bangs; of course, they fall right back into her face. "Congratulations," she says, grinning through her fingers, as she looks back to Kaguya. "You've really figured me out. Buuut... are you sure you want to do that?" It's not a threat, per se, but there's something dangerous to the shift in expression, how quickly it turns.
Her fingers come to rest on her cheek, as her head cants merrily to the side. "Get on my level, and it won't be too long before people are blowing you up, too. Oh, but you're no stranger to that, are you? So maybe it's fine!"
<Pose Tracker> Kaguya has posed.
"I only made like half of them," Kaguya chirps brightly about her problems. "So it's fine." She at least does not seem to be terribly broken up about this herself, TRUE NAMES aside.
So this super old lady, who might even be older than thirty, talks again about some old people stuff. Some kid from her past who's probably old by now too. It's fine.
"That's not the path I picked," she says. And then laughs. 'You've really figured me out'. Kaguya knows full well there's layers she doesn't see yet, but what she doesn't know is why Magilou shifts quite so easily from one to another. How quickly...
She laughs a little more, because that's what she does with danger.
"I figured out enough to make this a worthwhile night, anyway. Well, that and I might still get my candy statue for removing the terrible witch from the premises."
"...But I'm pretty used to that already. They're not even always wrong to try. But I've got too much to do to stop now, so if it's not fine, oh well!"
"...You can stick around here tonight if you want. Or not. But nobody lives here, so you know, whatever."
<Pose Tracker> Magilou has posed.
That's not the path she picked, huh..?
Good for her, Magilou thinks, and she isn't even sarcastic about it.
"What?" Magilou exclaims, hand to her chest. "I could have gotten a candy statue for stopping myself?!"
"But you've never done that," Bienfu points out.
"Sure haven't!" Magilou agrees, cheerfully.
She leans back on an arm, pointing a finger-gun to Kaguya with her other hand. "If you're sure about it, who can stop you? I once knew a woman dedicated to putting her fingers through the good Shepherd's eyes. And you know what? She absolutely did." Magilou might be rounding up a little, but who can blame her for embellishing centuries after the fact? "Moral of the story: if you're cool enough, you'll get a party even if the whole world's against you!"
NOT SHOWN: Magilou's Menagerie, an entire party built out of villains and ne'er-do-wells who somehow keep saving the world regardless.
"But you know what?" She goes on, grin a shade too sly. "I'm gonna take you up on that. Nightie-night!" Magilou flops down backwards onto the bed, grabbing Bienfu on the way down. He flails, wings a-flapping for a moment, before he flops down, defeated.
"Sorry, Miss Magilou gets like this sometimes... she's a bad-bad lady, but I'm glad you helped us, really!" Bienfu excuses them, waving his little paw-hand to Kaguya.
"z," Magilou pronounces, with perfect enunciation.