Well isn't this just great || development. reintroduction

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    PASTEL MACAROON FANTASIA

    I am damaged, far too damaged



    Lucian had been inactive for quite some time, and with good reason. Sugarpaw had sacrificed her soul due to the fact that she had grown weaker in the last few weeks. Lucian's soul had absorbed hers and in turn he gained memories, personality traits and powers. Yet in the process Pastel's soul had been kicked out of the body before she was ready. This caused her to take on the form of a wisp, a small flame like spirit, much to her own dismay. They'd tried to have her reenter his mind, but there was a barrier preventing the intrusion. This had happened when they tried to have her possess different non-sentient beings as well.


    So here she was floating on Lucian's porch, still dead, and perpetually annoyed until further notice.


    (c)Citrus

    frag's reaction

    'What the fuck is that thing?'


    Fragilepast spotted the colored wisp from a few feet ago and stared at it in confusion. That was new... and he's seen everything before. Besides a flying flame light thing... or whatever it was. He approached closer. The panther didn't realize it was a spirit so he aimed to poke at Pastel's soul lightly with his paw.

    PASTEL MACAROON FANTASIA

    I am damaged, far too damaged



    "Oi! Watch your paws! I may not have a body but I do not appreciate random paws in my soul." The light snapped, moving away from the panther with a hollow unearthly note like sound. It, well, she sounded like the noise from his reveal announcement. Though Pastel didn't know she had been heard, and due to the recent body change she didn't know this was Fragile.


    (c)Citrus

    Again, Santiago found himself uncomfortably close to the demonic panther, eyeing the beast as he approached the... ball of light? This place was so strange. The canine took a step back as it spoke, his ears laying back. "Soul, you said?", he asked cautiously. "You're the soul of someone?"


    Tags (8/1) + Plot + Played by Gadreel

    Fragilepast practically jumped out of his own skin. This was a truly unusual phenomenon that he's never witnessed before. "Sorry darlin'," he replied. The voice sounded familiar but he couldn't place who it sounded like. "I don't recall a floating lightbulb around here," was his only thought towards the matter before he dropped the subject.


    Santiago already voiced his concerns so he hushed up.


    //mobile



    PASTEL MACAROON FANTASIA

    I am damaged, far too damaged



    "Yes, soul. Though I can't actually do all the evil ghostie mumbo jumbo so don't you worry your pretty little head about that sonny boy." The light gave a pause, almost seeming to glow with pride before she spoke once more. "I am Pastel Macaroon Fantasia, daughter of Fragilepast, Hannibal Lecter and William Graham. From what I know I was from their last litter and their only remaining child. I would say living but uh, y'know.."


    (c)Citrus

    Wait- double take! This was his daughter? Fragilepast couldn't register Pastel's name in his head since he had plenty of kids, even some during his death were born. The world works in mysterious ways.


    Despite having some children roam around recently, the thought of having an active child from quite some time ago was astounding. "It can't be," he muttered. "Darling, I don't know how to put it to you lightly..." Fragilepast was getting visibly uncomfortable.


    "But if Fragilepast is your father, then I'm your father." The panther had so many questions. Maybe she's answer them later.


    //mobile


    God he hated this place. Slowly, his eyes closed, taking in a deep, deep breath and holding it a moment. Was this something he was willing to put up with today? He honestly didn't know just yet. Of course there was a fire-soul just hanging out here, and of course it was Fragliepast's daughter. After a moment or two, the mutt allowed himself to exhale, his eyes opening again. "So... are you just going to continue to exist as a ball of fire?", he asked, his voice sounding tired. "What exactly is your plan there?"


    Tags (8/1) + Plot + Played by Gadreel