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Set up in some void of swirling bleeding colors, or maybe a green-screen room or another dimension, a small table stands..or floats? It’s hard to tell. Anything goes. Behind it sits a figure- Bouncing on her seat and looking around all too excitedly... only to huff and deflate like a balloon before jolting right back to overexcitement. –“I wonder what questions we’ll I'll be asked! Ooh this’ll be so fun!” ...except there's no one to retort back or sew her loud mouth shut anymore. The whole place is like psychedelics-induced abomination of a fever dream. Suddenly the little gremlin’s eyes light up and she quickly straightens up, voice louder as if at a fare. Waving over and almost knocks the table over--and instinctively grabs its edge with a yelp. Usually a huffy bat would grip it to prevent toppling over. Well.. not anymore. It's... oddly quiet, cold, empty... lonely here.

—“This way! We’re here! Ask away~! There's others 'round here too!--Like the Harbringers are over there, and the nephylims will probs find their own corner. So yeah! Ask us!" The feverish miasma of oil-spill colors and rainbow hues feel... gooey or like tree sap, maybe like gasoline, somehow. A riot and unrestrained anarchy that seems to pulsate in random rhythmic patterns. "And... If you're looking for Mr. Frowner 24/7, he's found his own corner and cut ties with me- 'cause I was too annoying for him I guess. But I can still give you his location anyways like with the rest." The Hypogean girl wipes her watery mouth on her sleeve, jumping from positively erratic and manic to defeatist and exhausted - unstable.

With a very dramatic flourish, Rila procures a magic ball thing that looks more like a globe - the kind that can be spun; there are six images - of a vaguely familiar bear Mauler but not quite, a freckled man with snowy hair, a jester seemingly made of red ink or molasses.. a sailor, a masked dancer with bells and a nobleman uncannily similar to the Valesa viscount, save for the snowy hair streaks, fangs and less round pupils. "Thadaaa~! And if you pick one of those - Too-dalloo~ -'Cause picking a spot on this globe will teleport you there!"

"So! Questions to me, or Ta-taa?" Is Rila grinning a little... too widely? Oh, and.. glitches, too, with miniscule but jittery twitches. Now drifting and lounging on a cloud of cotton candy, upside-down but her head is still normal instead of like her body. It's over in a blink, like nothing happened at all. Simply sitting cross-legged on the cloud, head propped on her hands like dreamy and looking at you with huge grin that's...on the verge of drooling, again & pupils a little too big that shrink immediately; waiting.

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Dear Pirin, it's been some time. Nothing new for me and my Valen, we still look after Holistone and even have to stand in for General Hogan as he happens to travel on important businesses more than ever. Something big is coming, the Solitaries pick up information everywhere and I fear, the picture it paints is not one of brightness. On the other hand, I heard that Cel and his Val have finally welcomed a baby girl to their family. And there is hearsay about a Hypogean baby, a strange mixture of snake and bat. Which reminded me of you and compelled me to write. So do let me know how life has been treating you and what your girl and boy are up to? Maybe you'll come round for a dinner together soon? You are always welcome. Yours, Lavinia

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Still can't believe these two rascals aren't some figment of my imagination to this day, honestly. (After that whole domino of disasters in Cedartown) Anna is such a little menace - don't let her graceful look fool ya! She got poor Vaçlav to get her sweets for the fifth time this week, knowing she's not supposed to indulge so much in sugar. Hid them under her brother's crib, blanket & pillow, all without a word and quickly. The butler accidentally spilled the beans to me and 'Vic. (We later found the rest hidden under the crib's mattress.)

Don't be surprised if she tries to ferret something out of you & Val when we come visit or other way 'round.

Also tried to leave Florent with Valka to, and I quote "ensure there is only one of us". Needless to say Ludo's hair discovered another shade of white before his paints & scolded her. ...I was too busy holding back my laughter to join the scolding. 😂 We reluctantly moved back to Everstill Manor from Ryeham, and it's been relatively peaceful these days. I actually kind of gained some weight (back), however both Leo and Vaçlav deny I've gotten fat.

Apparently I had gotten so thin during my mission as Merlin during the Cedartown crisis, that it's like my skin was draped over my bones & my cheeks were super hollowed. Now got my lean figure back. (I've been spoiled absolutely rotten with affection by my Princeling with our lil' ones; ^^' Though we still make sure Ann is well educated 'n doesn't lack discipline, manners, etc.) I ocassionally spot Valka standing at a sizeble distance from the manor but doesn't linger or get close. After her second attack almost made me croack, she got banished both from Everstill & Radinov manor and... Neither 'Vic nor Carol & Callan have forgiven her still. I..still feel like I caused those falling out's, ruined their friendships despite how many times they reassure me I'm not at fault.

I'm sorry, had to pause writing for a bit. Where was I...? Ah, yes.

It was surprisingly hard choosing a name for our son, unlike his sister. Names like Cassian, Vasil, Dimitri & Ilya or Hugo came up; (The last one was an automatic no from me. Didn't sound right.) In the end we settled on 'Florent', meaning 'flower' in french if I'm not mistaken. Or flower-related & it has a ring to it, melodious name. (Ludo joked the other names are reserved for potential future sons, laughed at my horrified-nervous look. I know he's just larking and jesting but sheesh! Don't think we can afford more. ^^' And...I can tell My cloud shares the sentiment - we're already overwhelmed with Annie, no need for more - at least at the current time.)

Florent worries us at times – you can hardly hear his voice at all. Not the typical baby behavior or toddler thing. And when awake simply... looks around curiously, no chatter or cooing, no fuss.. nothin'. At most would want uppies when hungry & hicc like he's close to bawling but that's about it. Plus sleeps a lot - polar opposite to Anna in every way. They both look...so much like their father, by the stars, it's almost uncanny. (Especially Flor I feel when he grows bit more.)

Well, that's all I got for now – gotta check on Ann & feed Flore plus take them on their daily walk, see you next time! Looking forward to writing/chatting & hanging out again!

P.s: I might get myself a corner, get my own space, 'cause Rila's been having fits lately and is insufferable. Apparently got jealous of some people or whatever 'n hasn't shut up about it or calmed down & I don't have time for that petty, obsessive Hypogean-thing's nonsense. (—_—) But I'll be sure to respond to any questions thrown my way in timely manner even while on the move!

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' Greetings, Pirin.

I would like to inform you that I've become aware of your struggles and how troubled you are.

It hurts my soul to see such a beautiful, kind and smart individual be in so much pain.

So I'm giving an invitation to you to visit my Mystical House whenever you want to.

I promise you that while you're at my place, no harm will reach you. You'll be able to relax fully without any nightmares plaguing your mind.

It'll be your own safe haven.

Rila may join you on this, but only on two conditions :

- To not cause trouble in any kind of way.

- And to not lie to my face.

As a fallen angel, I can detect lies easily. So let her keep this in mind.

Valen, Sinbad, Alsa and Soren are welcomed as well to visit.

This letter will reach you with the help of a golden mechanical pigeon. My son, Casimir, made these sweet things for this, but you can keep it as a pet if you want to. He doesn't mind it.

Despite them being robotic, they appreciate head scratches and are very cuddly. Also, these adorable birds are great companions to keep around. They'll bring down your stress levels by a lot.

My offer will always be opened for you, so don't feel rushed to answer immediately.

I wish you a great day/night, Pirin.

P. S. : There are two other little gifts for you with the letter. It's a hybrid rose from Dolly's garden. I think it's a mix between between Rosa damascena ( or the Bulgarian name version - Маслодайна роза ) and some kind of a flower with curvy spikes from the Ashen Wastes.

Casimir tried to draw it and he's sending you an artwork of it along with the flower in the letter. Cas also added a few extra things on the drawing.

He hopes the doodles won't bother you.

I hope this present brings a smile to your face. '

From : Magister Zelda 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℭ𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔯

To : Pirin

((Sorry for writing a full-blown fic, V! ^^')) _______________________________________________________-------- The swallows and sparrows outside chirp, caught in a jovial chase, flitting swiftly as the sun's warm rays seep through the window; bathing some of the improvised bookshelves lining the opposite wall in pale light. Seated on the carpeted floor in the corner of his small room within the humble wooden hut he's built over the years, the hunched over 'ghost' blinks blearily. I've almost dozed off again... How long has he been staring at the pages of the book sprawled in his lap again? Twenty minutes? Thirty...? The lines blur into a faceless stream of letters 'slurred' incoherency that barely makes any sense.

Pirin blinks to clear vision, focusing onto the script once more, rubbing at his eye with a hand, a tired held-back sigh-like hum stirring in his throat. There's so much more work to be done-- patrol the territories of the Dark Forest, locate potential rifts and anomalies lingering, write a thorough and extensive report to Merlin with updates regarding his progress on the memory-restoration spell and potion....It's still heavily in testing. Although it feels like the mage has deliberately thrown this specific task as a wild goose chase. Merlin clearly isn't as forgetful amnesiac as he wants others to believe.

More research, go to the market for grocery shopping else the fridge would be empty with nothing for the Songs.. Ingredients for potions...hunt.. A tall pile of letters sits next to his folded legs, all from family and friends, still to be red and replied to. A tap on the window snaps his attention out of the mental checklist, glossy eyes lifting up to stare at the mechanical bird perched on the sill.. Is it...waiting to be let it...? The violet budgie made of stardust snuggled in the crook of his neck and dozing off peacefully stirs, lifting his head to eye the newcomer....And a low, annoyed squawking rumble resonates-- Grumbling like an old grandpa at having his nap ruined. Which he is.

Some kind of noise slips from the other bird, peering inside the room. Slowly rising up from his bookshelf-lined corner, the vampire affectionately cards a clawed finger through the parakeet's cheek feathers, the bird leaning tilting his head contently. "Добре че поне ти чу.. ..Рий-Рий, да не ревнуваш, а душинко~?" The stardust little scamp was too busy enjoying the gentle 'scratches' like a cat, huddled in the crook of his neck. Totally unbothered by the teasing coo. Letting the robot in, 'Merlin' takes the envelope and opens it, taking out the letter as he settles back on his spot to read.

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' Greetings, Magister Zelda. Please pardon my less than eligible penmanship, I hope it still reads well and isn't torturous to the eyes. Please, don't mourn my pains. I appreciate the sentiment, truly...however don't trouble yourself, somber your spirit(s) because of me. Your gracious invitation warms my heart, and will be surely considered with diligence. (I would not bring Rila anywhere, as she is too great of a hazard and listens to none but her own whims. But I will pass on the message to her. ...I fear she would 'invite' herself out of spite and attempt to spar with you, seeing your warning as a challenge-threat. On the note of your messenger: I admire your son's craftsmanship and artistic talent. However I'm afraid I can't keep the pigeon, as Rio and Zhar would not take kindly to the mechanical creation...or accidentally break it while playing and roughhousing. (Zhar being a most likely culprit; he's a rosella you see...was, prior to ascension into a real firebird. His beak is rather strong and he loves to beak rather hard, be it the person he loves or his toys.) As such, poor creation will not survive the hooligan. (I hope he has delivered my letter to you and hasn't given you trouble or your staff. He tends to adore perching atop heads and will randomly burst into 'a fit' before chattering normally.) I will, however, be sure to plant the gorgeous bloom in my garden! ..Ah, the memories, takes me back to when I wandered around Sokol, walking through our garden and studying the roses, the Bleeding heart flowers and lily-of-the-valleys.... Such fond times, even though in truth I experienced them through the Sun. Oh! Also the times I'd climb the apple trees in our orchard too! Best spot to relax, within the leaves and bloomed boughs, watching the clouds drift by and nap.. I'm rambling, sorry, I don't know what's gotten to me as of late. (^^')'

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The letters are starting to blur and slur into one endless scribble again, vision unfocused. For the tenth time today, the world falling away to muffled fuzzy shapes of color-- His hearing betrays him, not registering the soft knock on the front door or the jovial call of familiar clear, ringing tenor, a nickname on the man's lips. The door creaks ever so slightly, footsteps padding on pelt-- it makes no sense. A warm, soft and slightly calloused palm carefully lands on his shoulder. Two familiar presences-- A knight, and a son of the desert. ("You've been going on a sleepless streak again, I see. You know you should really mind your duty-downtime balance more, right? It's seriously not good for your, already not ideal, health.") ("..Hm. So that's why we've been left on radio-silence this month. Makes sense. ...What a mess.") Eying the scattered books on the floor and parchments full of formulas, notes, calculations and... some hasty scribbles that hardly make much sense, the normally perfectly tidy room is.. Well it's like a hurricane flew through. Something that 'Pops' would freak out over if sober, given how much of neat-freak he is-- Always all about everything being perfectly in-line, organized by alphabet and also from left to right for the books and trinkets on the shelves; blank papers at the top of the bookshelf in the middle- opposite of the bed, a note specifically emphasizing this order tacked on. Letters next to that pile, documents on the blank-heap's right.

And can't forget how the bed must always be fixed, no wrinkles to the blanket, pillows or mattress. (Don't know why it's so important, but that's just something the Jinni does.) Now all of that is just wrong. Vanya would loose his shit if he sees this.

The teen's eyes flicker back to the 'zombie' on the floor, glossy-eyed and mumbling something under his breath. It sounds like gibberish of a madman. A few snippets are coherent...kinda. "...finish letter, answer....potion..Boss...much.. work"

"Alright, I'll tidy up here. You take the idiot to the couch." "Sounds fine by me. Holler if you need extra hands?" "Mhm."

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Seated on the sofa with a slumbering night nymph is his arms, Valen reads over the two letters...Then picks up the quill and inkwell he'd moved over to the living area from the other room. The sound of soft scratching on parchment fills the air besides the quiet shuffling, free hand gently carding through the disheveled silk.

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'Also ''Hello" from me too. I actually took over writing this letter- my Dove was very reluctant, but I managed to coax him into taking a nap. (Sheesh, emulating his handwriting is like pulling out the legendary Excalibur! I'm trying my best--) Anyway, I can confidently speak on his behalf when I say thank you, for your generous offer, and invitation. (Although Vanyusha really worries we would be potential anomalies in your realm and cause some form of damage.. I hope it's just paranoia talking, and in the event it is true, happens--I apologize on behalf of my teammates and my own, for any issues caused in advance. Unfortunately, due to being a terrible workaholic, he'd likely not take you up on it--Too busy with something, or more like somethings, all the time. As such, I would be glad to visit (and take Vanya along), as his personal knight. (Almost forgot to say 'hi' from Soren as well! Although he'd probably add his own two cents when he's done fixing up the room. It was in complete disarray- No need to give our Angel a heart-attack.) We got worried and came over, right in the nick of time as it seems. ....I sincerely hope he'll let himself rest every now and then. Regardless, I'm starting to ramble, so I'll call it a day here. (I mean, there's almost no space on the parchment for Soren's snippet.. Whoops!)'

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Finally done tidying up the room and bringing it to its former order....as best he could, the warrior grins with arms crossed over his chest. It's nowhere near Pirin's level of orderly, but it's not a half-assed effort either. He'll fix his room to his liking later.

Padding back into the living area, the sight makes him roll his eyes. At least he's happy and not treated like shit. Approaching the desk with the letter, Soren reads it over, snorting at some parts, then the other one. At last, he picks up the quill and puts his scratchy, messy, jumbled penmanship on display with all of its grammatical errors. Out of all clanmates, Alsa is the only one who can properly write and read Lightbearer-lingo. It was about roughly three or six months ago, when he himself finally caved in to her pestering. And picked up learning how to read and write like a Lightbearer, thanks to Pirin's teaching. ..Plus some old languages on the side, namely Bulgarian and tiiiiny bit of French. (Poor Vanya had tried to teach Spanish, but just like French, that lingo just flew right over his head. And didn't wanna bother.)

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'Hi, Soren writing this part. I guess I wanna say thank you for the invitation too. Valen said best i got nothing else to add. i dont promise to visit, might just drag Little Finch over though, i dont know. if busy then its Valen, if no action then yea I'll stop by or that idiot will do something stupid. Ludovic got a chance to accompany him/Berial too i still dont get whats up with their thing. (I only recently was taut to write and rid. red?? reed???? look at letters and get them. exquse my shit gramar and punctuation. Lightbearer language suck. okey thats all bye. P.S? is this how you call it? : Vanyo attached a vial of numbing-calming potion saw his notes- it helps with all kinds of pain and heals + calms both injuries, pain and mind. He didnt actually attach i did but ya u get the gist. -Soren, Valen & Little Finch'

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"Zhar!" -Immediately, a firebird-rosella emerges with a lively squawk of his own name, wings beating rapidly and the wind sways his fringe. The parrot lands onto the warrior's head, still squawking enthusiastically 'Zhar! Zhari!', making 'Uuooh!' noises and a click.

With a deadpan, Soren lifts a hand-- and sweeps it over the crown of his head where the lil hooligan perches. The bird makes a small 'Te-tee!' noise as if in protest but steps onto his finger anyways. And he lowers the parrot down, Zhar blinks up at him with that innocent 'no thoughts in that head' curious look...then cranes his neck up and rises on his tiptoes in a way, head tilted to the side. 'Uh!' "Yeah, yeah. Now listen up-- Here's the letter -don't drop it- and you'll give it to a woman called Zelda. Got it?" The rosella only eyes him with that same stare, then tries to beak his hand but he gently catches his beak, earning himself another 'Te-Tee!' and a flap of wings. "Not so fun, uh?" Placing the rolled up letter into the firebird's beak, the Mauler sharply raises his arm. And Zhar flies off, wings making loud fluttering noise and wind.

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Celestino: *Flies right in in all his Celestial regalia* And how do you do, friends from the other side? A rift opened up in my verse and I came along to try and seal it up but I didn't know there was a show going on here. *Lends out both hands for both Rila and Pirin to shake* Pleasure to meet you two.

[Cel will be represented in blue text in future asks]

[ Got it! Welcome to the ask blog! (' v ')/ Mind if I take inspiration and color-code my gremlins? ]

The second she sees Celestino fly in, Rila grins (bit...too widely. Her mouth looks cartoonish, sure to hurt in reality), sharply leaning over the table and enthusiastically grabs both offered hands. Giving a very, very energetic handshake that also kind of shakes the arm, talking quickly and cheerfully as she does. (Pirin quickly grabs onto the low table's edge to keep it from getting knocked over/bulldozed through, shooting the gremlin a scolding glare.)

—"Hi hi! Welcome!" Still not letting go of Cel's hands, stare excitedly elated and curious and wide.. like her mouth. "We're great! Fantastic! The show's--" A thin crystalline flame-thread pinches her lips shut, expanding to become a net that pulls her back in her seat. And for once, the spirit's lips curve into an imperceptive smile of formal, calm welcoming greeting. If also tinted by apology, giving a very brief yet firm handshake (his grip isn't painfully tight, but isn't very loose either.)

—"There is no show occurring. I'm sorry if you were misle--" Rila dispels the discreet strings with a bored deadpan, dramatically flopping onto her seat. "--Well it is, from an angle." Gets a side-glance from the 'moon' so to say 'Speak on your turn.', she sticks her tongue at him with an impassive 'boo.' then returns to being very cheerful as she looks back at their very first 'guest'.

"Sorry for this devious sugarplum's antics, Venus of Dusk." "I'm not tho. It worked so, eh." "I sincerely hope she didn't cause damage to your verse, and the inhabitants. I will seal the rift--" "Na you won't. Imma just rip another."

The corner of Pirin's left eyebrow gives a twitch, soft smile now bit annoyed as his laced fingers tighten. Falls silent. Slowly closing his eyes and takes deep breath through his nose, exhaling it in a sharp soft sigh and lets his head drop a little with it. Rila eyes him from her corner with a smug, lazy wide smirk, head propped on one hand and almost practically draped on the table. Looking down at her, the star's voice is tinged with exasperation and small laugh (which is of annoyance rather than mirth).

—"You Muppet. Will you stop interrupting me?" (Trying to not use surly and vulgar language, or spit insults. Instead softening them to silly terms or words of 'endearment.') The smug look on the little devil's face is enough clue. Looking back up at Celestino, the gods' familiar-turned vile hypogeans' servant in propaganda- resumes addressing his words. Now his smile just plain tired-looking.

—"..Nevertheless-- Rila decided to set up a space on a whim. So that visitors can speak with us and ask us their inquiries."

—"And what better way to say 'We're here 'n open fo chamble (Chat + rumble), than getting attention with big ole portals! (They're harmless by the way, but old Fossil is still on-edge from my visit to Rustport.)" Pirin's jaw clenches, smile strained to stay affable and presentable.

Needless to say, plenty of scolding is coming in Rila's way, plus some particular words of choice, once they're alone. And a whole angry lecture-rant on the importance of minding one's actions, not causing harm nor damage, and a couple other topics.

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Ask Pirin and Rila! (Intro/Main "page")

(Sorry for role-play intro, haha ^^’)

Set up in neutral territory, or maybe a green-screen room or another dimension, a small table stands..or floats? It’s hard to tell. Anything goes. Behind it sit two figures- One bouncing on her seat and looking around all too excitedly and the other leaning on the table’s edge tiredly.

–“I wonder what questions we’ll be asked! Ooh this’ll be so fun!” Pirin merely raises his brows at his seatmate skeptically. Resting his cheek in his gloved hand, elbow propped as if bored. Possibly irked by the ‘sun’ and her enthusiasm, watching the woman twist in her seat like a ferret or squirming worm.

–“Rriight. Assuming anyone shows up at all.” This sarcastic hum doesn’t curb the other’s glee, continuing to bounce on her seat. Rila’s mop of shaggy curls whips in his direction, eyes gleaming and smirk wide that turns teasing and she pokes his cheek with a finger. Goes on to brazenly lean on his side theatrically. “Aaww and I thought we’re both pessimists.. Come oon, fix up that stone face, will ya? You look dead 24/7.”

—“Maybe I am dead, m? From your nonsense.” “pff. Real killjoy.”

Suddenly the little gremlin’s eyes light up and she quickly straightens up, voice louder as if at a fare. Waving over and almost knocks the table over, earning herself a scolding glare from the 'moon’.

—“This way! We’re here! Ask away~! Don’t mind Mr. Sourpuss, he’s just perpetually glum.” Said 'grump’ shakes his head but doesn’t retort or refute, only turns his attention to the newcomer. "We also goot - others 'round here! The Harbringers are over there and the nephylims will probs find their own corner. So yeah! Ask us!"