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1st l o s t s o u l ~ [Action/Voice]

[There's a rather strange new feather walking around town right now. For one, she seems to have torn off a strip of cloth from around her new-feather dress to blindfold herself, for whatever reason. Despite that, she seems to be getting around just fine...]

[But that's not all! Even if she weren't wearing the blindfold, she's not even trying to watch where she's going. She's too busy leafing through the journal in her hands, occassionally shaking it as though she expects the voices inside to just fall out. And those of you paying attention over the networks have likely noticed that she is holding it upside down as well.]

[In a moment, she stops walking and lets out a very small sigh before stating the obvious to whomever is listening.] I am no longer in the Stendrion Desert, am I.

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[That is by far the strangest thing she's done to date, when Sanji has already pegged her for the subdued type. Further observation and revision is needed]

Think nothing of it, my little princess~! Your willing knight will forever be at your beck and call~!

[Oh wait, before he gets ahead of himself]

Though I should warn you - I'll have to tell my crew about this, first. They won't hold anything against you. [But while Sanji trusts her, he's not stupid enough to think the crew will immediately follow suit without good reason to do so. They know their chef is a special boy]

Edited 2010-09-10 21:43 (UTC)

[How do you humans go all day showing your emotions? It takes so much effort! Going back to a tiny smile now.]

Your crew? That should not be a problem. It's not as though I am keeping myself a secret. So long as the end result is not being chased out of town with pitchforks and torches, do what you feel is right.

[Yes, that was all said with a smile. ~~Ah, fond memories...~~]

[As she will soon find out, Sanji's a banquet of over-the-top reactions. He'd probably die if he had to hide them all.]

The hell? Pitchforks? [The beginnings of a frown tug his mouth]

[What aww now he doesn't seem happy. Did she say something wrong?]

I suppose that may be over the top. The humans in my world have powers that would make the use of pitchforks more of an inconvenience, really. I believe the preferred method is simply a great deal of fire...

[Still not getting why this isn't a proper conversation topic.]

Isn't that shit going too far? Especially if you weren't killing anyone!

Ah, perhaps I should clarify something. Although I am quite peaceful and never feed more than necessary, I cannot say the same for my sisters. It only takes one to wipe a town clean.

I am rather unique in terms of illusionists.

[A grunt. Does he understand? Yes. Does he like it? Hell no]

I get it. But no one here better pull a shitty stunt like that.

I would hope not. I have never experienced burning to death, but it sounds rather unpleasant. [A pause. She can tell there's been a shift in his mood, but she's not exactly sure why.] ...I'm sorry, have I said something to upset you?

[His mood is shifting again - into bemusement from her question and overall response.]

You don't need to apologize, Cheyenne-chan. It's... [Does she not understand why he's irritated? The possibility makes him pause, as he starts to get a more vivid picture of her... emotional capabilities]

I get that they're afraid of your kind, but no shithead should be hurting you, either, when you're taking pains to make sure everyone can live. [And then, to maybe simplify it further]

I don't like the idea of you being attacked.

[Sanji is officially the most confusing person she's ever spoken to, and the unreadable mood-changing is not helping her. You humans and your emotions...!]

...maybe so, but those who would bring harm to me also would not like to be attacked. Perhaps this is merely a topic where our opinions diverge?

Maybe so. [He eases back into a neutral mood - she speaks truth and he knows it.

Also, Cheyenne, he does this all the time. You'll need an emotional dictionary at this rate]

Such as sweet and understanding soul you are, it warms my heart~!

["Understanding soul" for the girl who eats souls? Really, Sanji?]

That's a rather interesting choice of words, all things considered. [That deserves a smile.] I don't suppose we could take a break from 'warming your heart' and perhaps move on to warming me? This dress is much lighter than I am accustomed to wearing.

[His lameness, it knows no bounds]

With pleasure! Right this way! [and resuming their walk to the building just a few paces up ahead. The clothing store is as full as it always is of interesting outfits from all corners of the universe, and it's then that Sanji wonders how they're going to find her original clothes]

Ah, how should we go about this...

Assuming that the last clothes I was wearing are what will be here, it's a long-sleeve dress made of velvet, alongside a pair of tights and black shoes. It... should be purple.

[At least, she's assuming it was purple. She'll just be walking into the store and feeling all the clothes until she finds something velvet.]

...although, seeing as I will be wearing more than one dress the rest of my life, I should also search for anything that might fit. [And anything that isn't ridiculous looking. Clothes shopping is hard when you can't see the clothes!]

That'll be a good idea. [And Sanji can cover the 'not-ridiculous' part - his sense of style is good so long as he stays away from the accessories.

He ends up stumbling against the outfit she's described, folded on a table.] Neh, Cheyenne-chan... I think I found it.

[~~Sanji, stay away from the fancy scarves, they won't bring out the color of your eyes!~~ Cheyenne walked over to the table, running her hands over the clothes there until she reached the dress in question.] Hm... yes, this is it. Looks like all of it is sitting folded under neath it as well.

[Dress, tights, shoes... and even a white blindfold to replace the makeshift one around her eyes right now!]

[Now, will Sanji have time to look away before Cheyenne decides then and there to pull that dress over her head to change?]

[~~Or hats. Just. Leave the hats to Usopp.~~]

What impeccable fashion sense yo-- [W-what wait what.

There's a stutter as Sanji quickly turns and pointedly stares elsewhere. He doesn't know how old she is, but she looks out of his age-range. D8 NO STARING.]

[ Wait WOULD HE STARE IF SHE WAS IN HIS AGE-RANGE? She's not that socially inept; she knows stripping in public isn't something humans do.]

[But see, she's not human! So that totally makes it okay.]

[Of course, only now that she has everything on except for the new blindfold does she choose to speak.] It would be for the best that you close your eyes. I do not wish to chance you accidentally seeing my eyes when I remove my blindfold.

[Nope, but in that case there'd be that brief moment where he'd consider it. 8| Sigh. MEN.

But either way, there's no chance of him turning around. And he adds this to her list of quirks]

Something to do with the soul again?

[If she were capable of joking, it might sound like she was joking. But she's dead serious here.] How do you think I feed? It's not as though one can slice a creature open to find their soul. It must be drawn out. Illusionists do that using their eyes.

[She ties the blindfold over her eyes and turns to glance back at Sanji.] You may look now.

So the soul comes out if anyone stares into your eyes. [rather gruesome sounding, he thinks.

And he'll turn slowly, double-checking with peripheral vision to make sure she's got clothes on. When it's clear she does, he relaxes]

Then how would you eat a part of a person's soul? Just stop eye-contact whenever you're full? [He should be a lot more distressed by the sound of this]

Something like that, yes. The name for my kind comes from the illusions we create when someone looks into our eyes. When a creature is trapped in an illusion, the link between their mind and soul is weakened.

[A pause.] ...it is rather difficult to explain. Illusionists draw out the soul gradually, akin to pulling a loose thread off an article of clothing. If eye contact is broken, the thread is cut, and only part of the soul is removed. I only feed from the part of the soul that naturally replenishes itself, which is why it causes no harm.

The soul has parts... [a hum. He's never thought of the soul in such terms. It's a new experience all around]

If you could... what are the parts of the soul? And which one do you feed from?

I am uncertain whether these could be considered universal, but generally illusionists break them down into four parts: length, strength, potency, and power. I feed from the power of a soul, which is essentially the stamina a creature has at any given time. When power grows low, eating or sleeping replenishes it.

[She pauses for a moment and her voice grows softer.] Normally illusionists feed from the potency of a soul. It defines everything that makes a person who they are, including their emotions. To remove it is dangerous, often painful, and... it changes them.

Eeeeeeh.

[So much to take in - stamina and power... well, he's got that in spades, good to know. But he has to keep asking questions so he gets a bigger picture of what he signed himself into]

Change... how? Does it screw up their emotions or their personality?

Edited 2010-09-20 22:20 (UTC)

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[Action] /sob I should've replied to this days ago /fails

[Action] Don't worry about it~ <3

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