[PCA] UNIVERSAL CONSTANTS

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[image description: Close up of Maes' face as she grabs a bite full of meat dripping from the fork with cream. Emphasis is played on her absurd amount of teeth.]

Maes follows through with the setup, everything going nice and smooth...with a significant amount of hands grazing against Mar's as the two of them set up.

Eventually, she sits down at her place, hands crossed.

Mar makes herself a spot across from her as requested, and sets down a second chair for Charon himself. The dog carefully places down the plates and utensils.

CHARON: Shouldn't be too hot, feel free to take a bite.
MAES: In a moment.
MAES: I've decided how I want this night to go.

 

Charon wraps up, getting situated himself.

CHARON: Care to share?
CHARON: I'm curious.
MAES: I'm going to eat this meal in front of both of you- you're free to eat as well, but consider this your first task in our strange arrangement.
MAES: I'm not willing to take the plunge on more severe play until I have a better read on any of you.
MAES: So you're going to watch me eat this, and visualize it being you on my plate, and I will do the same.
MAES: I want to see how we both react to this.
CHARON: ...I suppose this is a type of foodplay, curious to see if you'll end up wanting to try me seasoned after this.
MAR: Charon!
CHARON: I'm putting things as they are.

 

Maes snickers, not bothering to quiet her amusement.

MAES: He's allowed.

 

Charon makes a pleased snicker, Mar responding with a shy hum.

MAR: You're usually not this direct...
CHARON: It'll be fine.
CHARON: Now then, Boss?
MAES: Mm.
MAES: We'll play it by ear after our meal, but...I am looking forward to listening to some books together.


 

Maes takes up her fork and knife, visibly and clumsily hesitating before cutting in.

CHARON: ...You usually eat with your bare hands, don't you.
MAES: ...n...no I don't.

 

Clearly lying.

MAES: -besides, even if I did- you put sauce on this.
MAES: It's-
MAES: It would be impractical.
CHARON: You're allowed to cheat if you need to, I understand.
MAES: Mmgh.
MAES: Are..you sure?
CHARON: Nobody's watching.
CHARON: Besides, you're not going to be sticking a fork in me I assume.

 

She sets the utensils down, taking a moment before picking up the steak in her hands, her claws already getting the sauce all over them. Another moment before bringing it to her mouth-







-the cat letting both Charon and Mar get a better look of her teeth than they'd managed to before now, and then chomping in.



The two can only watch with quiet anticipation for her response.







There was a moment of quiet as she savors the bite, eyes widening and ears perking up.

CHARON: ..How is it?
MAES: C...completely new to me.
MAES: Like nothing I've ever had.
CHARON: Is that good?

 

She takes another bite, her teeth more eagerly ripping in.

The dog can't hold back a smile, the proxy nudging him as a friendly reminder to eat before food gets cold.




...though really, more an excuse to take a crack at leading conversation.

MAR: Charon and I wouldn't mind doing this regularly...

 

Maes swallows, a little bit of cream sauce still on her lip.

MAES: I- I would not be opposed to that.
MAES: This is-
MAES: I'm not used to it, but I, hm.

 

Another large bite, ripping and tearing.

MAR: Could introduce you to more foods, it's not exactly difficult to make larger portions-

 

Charon pulls a fast one and slips a bite into the proxy's mouth.

CHARON: Mm, I'm used to cooking for big tables, so it's not really all that much.
CHARON: I know your biology requires a lot more protein than most.
MAES: And a ravenous appetite...

 

Another chomp, a soft noise somewhere between a light moan and a growl paired with it.

MAES: You're making a dangerous offer.

 

The two of them have to hide a reaction to her noises.

CHARON: Oh?
MAES: You've given me my first taste for something like this...offering to do so more frequently, well-
MAES: It's a lot of cooking to keep up with, for someone like me.
MAES: Not just in terms of portions, but frequency.
CHARON: I have a number of hands that can help.
MAR: Mm, good opportunity to meet the others.
MAES: And will they be so interested in our arrangement?

 

She lingers on the next bite, drawing it out in a show just for the two of them.

MAR: I'm certain-
CHARON: Yes.
MAES: I suppose I can put them to work.

 

A break to try the mushrooms, taking a slice in between her claws and making an active effort to give them a good look of her teeth and tongue.

MAES: Mm...surprising how meaty these taste...
CHARON: It seemed like a natural fit if we're trying new things.

 

The warmth in his voice grows.

MAES: You thought correctly...

 

One last bit of steak, with Maes being the most gratuitous she'd been yet.

CHARON: Really playing it up...
MAES: I want you to know just what I'd do to you if given the chance.
MAES: As I said, willing meals don't come easily.
MAES: ...and you made this special.
CHARON: ...Have you never done this before?
MAES: If you keep asking me whether something is my first time, you're going to make me feel self conscious.
MAES: The answer is going to be yes.
CHARON: That's.. not the intention at all...

 

The dog's tone is apologetic, Maes wincing.

MAES: ...my apologies.
CHARON: I guess put best, I want to gauge your experiences.
CHARON: I know you also have been deprived of many people take for granted so... I don't want to overwhelm you with introductions.
MAES: A...good clarification.

 

She sighs.

MAES: ...I have a limitation for tonight's play, if that reassures you.
MAES: A concept you can refuse, of course, but-
MAES: I am not about to dive off the deep end.
CHARON: Bring it.
MAES: First of all...how are the two of you feeling, after watching me demonstrate?
CHARON: Admittedly, I was more worried you wouldn't like my cooking..
MAR: Are you going to eat me next?
MAES: I can assure you...it was delicious.
MAES: Almost overwhelmingly so, frankly...
MAES: And, as for you, Mar...would you like that?

 

The proxy's scales rattle.

MAR: Mm...
MAR: Not really going to be the same though, but I at least like it in concept.
MAES: I'll have to figure out how to tempt you with it...
MAES: But-
MAES: My main reason for asking is this.
MAES: I'm taking my time with physical contact.
MAES: It's not something I'm familiar with- as established- but I crave some steps in that direction.
MAES: And, if the two of you happen to be excited by this dinner...
MAES: I wouldn't mind allowing you to release some tension.
CHARON: Mm.. bring it.
MAR: Mm.
MAES: And you're done with your meals?
MAR: We are.
CHARON: So?

 

She turns her chair around to the side.

MAES: Kneel in front of me.
MAES: Both of you.

 

The dog manages to just fine, Mar audibly struggling.

MAES: Mar, you can sit in a way that's more comfortable for you.
MAR: Its a bit hard to when I'm not sure on context for this..
MAES: ...I'll put it outright, I'd like you two to either get off to me, or tell me your current thoughts on the meal, or both.
MAES: Whatever lets the three of us experiment with the dynamic.
CHARON: Ah, an offering.
MAR: It's really more of a exhibition..
CHARON: A public execution, then.
CHARON: Suppose that's fitting.
CHARON: Rules?
MAES: No touching me, though you are allowed to look and ask for posing- as long as you explain your reason why.
MAES: If you want me to be a certain image for you, I'd like that information for later.

 

The smug look on her face tells them all they needed to know.

MAES: In general, I'd like feedback.
MAES: I'm allowing you to get release in exchange for learning how the two of you tick.

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[image description: An abstracted, surrealist portrayal of Maes, Charon, and Mar. The three are interpreted in loose shapes, silhouette, minimal colors, and angular edges against curves. Maes sits above the other too, posture smug and dominant over the others performing indulgent acts for her.]

MAR: And the pose?
CHARON: Dangerous game.
MAES: Go ahead.

 

The dog takes a moment to figure out something to start with.

CHARON: I want... something dominant.
CHARON: Sitting down, legs crossed, serious.
CHARON: And you, Mar?
MAR: Take turns for now but...
MAR: I do have something admittedly to propose.
MAR: We are of shared existence.
MAR: If I were to.. it'd be nice to think of you while.. well..
MAES: Oh, the offer was for both of you.
MAES: Don't think I don't have my interest for you.
MAR: Well yes, my point is-
CHARON: Mar is proposing we help each other get off in front of you.
MAES: AH
MAES: Hm.

 

Some blush tints her cheeks, a flustered clearing of her throat indicating just how she feels about that.

MAES: ...I would enjoy that.

 

The proxy rattles a little at that.

MAR: Honestly then, I'd likely ask for something similarly dominant, my turn come.
MAR: Its a look I think of often on you.

 

Maes shuffles into a new position, crossing her legs at an angle that gives them both a good view of her thighs and pushing her chest out in a way that accentuates her curves.

MAES: How's this, for Judgment's request?
CHARON: Very good...

 

The dog's tail snitches on him immediately, plates rattling.

A smug smile.

MAES: Any rules of your own before we begin?
CHARON: Doesn't seem complicated enough to need much from me.
CHARON: I get to look at you, perfect gig.
MAES: Then we begin.
MAES: The safeword is nucleus.
MAES: Go.

 

There's a immediate crackling, followed by a noise from Charon.

CHARON: W-watch the teeth there, those things are shrapnel....

 

The proxy gives a noise of acknowledgment, her mouth clearly full.

More blush, the karacel having to keep herself from making a noise of her own.

MAES: My own teeth are far sharper than shrapnel, I'd imagine...you two could technically consider it practice, if you like.
CHARON: M-my kind has a durability that'd make your teeth safer.
CHARON: Magic metal chunks are quite different.
MAES: Mm...I can't say I expected my new subs would find a way to please me like this.
MAES: There's a certain thrill to it...
CHARON: I can tell you've wanted something like this for awhile.
MAES: Mm...
MAES: It's scratching some itches.
MAES: Now...tell me about the meal, and what you thought during it.
CHARON: Like I said, I was honestly more distracted by the thought of you enjoying it than anything else..
MAES: And thinking back about it now?
CHARON: The fact that this was your first time with that.. and that you really did like it.
CHARON: Guess I missed the point but.. at least Mar didn't.

 

The proxy made a embarrassed sound at that, nearly choking.

MAES: Is that so?
CHARON: Mmhmm, we share a common pool of thought.
CHARON: I know she absolutely lingered on that for awhile.
MAES: You're both my subs, now, as well...would it be fun for you both to reveal secrets for each other?
MAES: Sort of a thrill in and of itself...
CHARON: I'm having fun, Mar?
CHARON: You can speak up.

 

The proxy makes a muffled, indecisive "mmph."

CHARON: Yes, but she's shy.
MAES: Then you'll have to be bold on her behalf.
MAES: Spill.
CHARON: She wants her face between your legs.

 

Immediately metal rattling fills the room.

MAES: She'll have to earn that...
MAES: But I'm guessing she wants it badly enough to work for it.
CHARON: We're knights, it will be earned.
MAES: Such a bold fantasy for someone so reserved-feeling, too...
MAES: You certainly played up Judgment as being the dirty one, Mar.
MAES: Scolding him for being bold, when you're the one wanting so much...
MAES: You should be more honest with yourself- no, I'm demanding it.

 

The pace picks up, the proxy's flustered trembling even more audible now.

CHARON: The jokes on you, we're all the dirty one.
MAES: Every one of them?
MAES: And all willing to be mine?
CHARON: We share the same braincell for a good dom.
MAES: Good.
MAES: I'm very spoiled, then.

 

She shifts, giving them both a little more look at their inner thigh.

CHARON: ...You're all slime inside, right?

 

There's the slightest, most subtle shift in his voice.

MAES: Entirely.
MAES: Not a single organ inside.
CHARON: Have to wonder what it'd be like...
MAES: You could mean a number of things there.
CHARON: I'd like to see your interpretation..
MAES: To touch it, be made of it...or maybe you just want to feel it.
MAES: My question is- through a screw, or through a meal?
CHARON: All off the above.
MAES: Tell you what, then.
MAES: Mar, get him off and reverse positions.
MAES: Consider this your first test passed, and when you're done, I'll allow you both to touch my body while we listen to a book together.
MAES: How much, we will see.
MAES: Is that appealing?

 

There's a sudden sharp breath from the dog followed by a proper racket of repositioning, metal clanking against metal.

The proxy, still in the middle of wiping off her mouth, nods.

MAR: I'd like that.

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[image description: maes caressing mar as she makes a pleased expression, abstract fluid staining her mouth. the atmosphere is warm and intimate, and cozy.]

 

...Mar is harder to read.
Interested in me, however...
I'd like to see how deep this goes.

MAES: Was it good, Mar?
MAES: Helping Judgment out like that, I can't say I've heard of such a thing.
MAR: It gets lonely...
MAES: It's resourceful...and I rather like it.
MAES: Remember- I want more boldness out of you.
MAES: Speak confidently.
MAR: Admittedly all of the above is also true for me as well, you're quite something...
MAES: Go on.

 

She adjusts position, leaning back with a smug expression and opening her legs to give her a good look, as much as she could get with leggings on.

Maes can't help but get a little thrill out of the sound of Mar suck the tiniest bit of air in. Did proxies even need to breathe? Perhaps on purpose, then-

MAR: Your energy is addictive..

 

Even more of a smug smile from Maes, showing her teeth.

MAR: Maybe a little envy inducing?

 

...envy...

MAR: Would certainly make the job easier...
MAES: If I were confident in my ability to teach you, I would.
MAR: Mmm... and him?
MAR: He's even bigger on it.
MAES: Ah, yes.
MAES: Judgment's secrets- you do have to get him back for earlier.
MAES: Do your worst.

 

The moment Mar takes to think hangs over both of them, Maes' tension rising by the second.

MAR: Hmm.. would you judge if I told you something rather out there?
MAES: No.

 

Maybe too quickly.

MAES: Go on.
MAR: Perhaps he enjoys the idea of being part of you.
MAR: Eating a bite out of him certainly is a way.
MAES: So early into our relationship?
MAES: What draws him in?
MAR: He likes grumpy..

 

...he'd be the first.

MAES: Consider that his goal, then.
MAES: Proving himself towards that scenario, towards being consumed.
MAR: He's going to commit pretty hard to that...
MAR: I think there's also a appeal in someone who has your sort of edge...

 

A thread.

I have to jump on what I can get.

MAES: Tell me about the edge. I want to know exactly what to hold against him.
MAR: It's the claws, the teeth, the tired lids, the way it's all held together... he feels too soft sometimes, so looking at you there's a certain spark.
MAES: I can't say I would have labeled him soft...is he a sweetheart under the sass?
MAR: That's for you to decide, enough to look at you like a rock star at least..

 

She snickers, raising her brows.

MAES: That's a new one.
MAES: Though..

 

It's...rather sweet...

MAES: He did spend so much time on a meal for me tonight...
MAES: If nothing else, he gets points for devotion.
MAR: Don’t wear it thin..
MAES: Relax. I plan on taking care of him.
MAES: You both did such a good job, after all...

 

There's a softness that sneaks into her voice, not unnoticed by Mar.

MAR: ...Can I ask something odd myself?
MAES: Mhm.
MAR: ...If I were possible to keep on your person, what would be your preference?

 

My...?

She raises a brow.

MAES: You'll need to elaborate.
MAES: In detail.
MAR: An item, a tool, a garb, I'm already kept in his pocket most of the day.
MAES: Y-

 

Mar in her...pocket.
She doesn't even have those. Could she get those? That'd require getting pants. A jacket? Her lab coat has pockets, actually. Oh, but that would be a uniform-

Her face heats up, the reserved exterior entirely pulled back and replaced with raw flustering.

MAES: I-
MAES: Well-
MAES: I wouldn't-

 

Maybe she would.

MAES: That's a very new thing to me.
MAES: I can't say I've ever thought about that.

 

She covers her face instinctively, not even realizing she's doing it.

MAES: ...but I will now.

 

It's Mar's turn to be smug.

MAR: You like the idea of having me in your pocket?
MAR: Anytime you're lonely just pull me out....

 

My own small Mar-

MAES: Mmmmgh.

 

A little heavy breath.

MAES: It's-
MAES: I can see the appeal.
MAR: Maybe even help you from under your desk...

 

Maes runs her claws along her thigh, almost instinctively. Fidgeting. Mar rattles in response, just as tense.

MAR: T-truth be told, this job asks you to make a lot of quick decisions under pressure so... it's appealing to let you take charge as a way to help you.
MAES: No worries about things not being done my way, either...you know that's a hell of a thing to offer me.
MAR: Giving us some room? We can appreciate that..
MAES: Of course...but I do want to take charge, when applicable.
MAES: Working out an understanding would be nice...
MAR: Give it time and we'll have it more than all figured out.

 

I-

Maes can feel herself practically burning up at this point, the feeling somewhat uncomfortable even with her excitement there.

I need to stop.
Before I push myself.
I can't go too far.

She gives Mar another smile, softer this time- doing what she can to belie her nerves.

MAES: Good. Now...

 

She gets up slowly, approaching Mar and stroking the side of her face.

The proxy leans into it as Maes leans in, speaking just loud enough for Charon to hear.

MAES: Judgment, finish her for me.

 

It doesn't take long, Maes savoring the moment as she hears Mar's breathing speed up, keeping her hand against the proxy's face until she suddenly yelps.

MAES: Are you alright, Mar?
MAR: H-he bit me without warning, this is what you're gonna have to get used to..

 

...a bastard through and through.

MAES: And is that something you like, Mar?
MAR: W-well.
MAR: It certainly did the trick.

 

Charon pulls away, presumably wiping his face before speaking.

CHARON: I mean... you know...
 

To know one's...own preferences...sort of...

MAES: Good.
MAES: I'll take note of that...
MAES: You both did very well, especially on such short notice.
MAES: Get up.

 

The two do so in a coordinated motion, helping one another clean up. Maes makes sure to help smooth both of them back out, her touch professional and formal- but just a bit lingering.

CHARON: Thoughts?
MAR: Mm..
 

She leans over to give each one of them a chest nuzzle, lingering and allowing herself a tiny, audible purr.

MAES: I see a lot of promise...
CHARON: That's a nice noise.
MAES: A secret for you to keep.
CHARON: Oh?
CHARON: Don't purr outside this room often?
MAES: Never.
MAES: Consider it a treat for doing so well.
CHARON: Something to strive for more of.
 

There's a moment of quiet between the three of them, the air still thick and tense.

MAR: So, what next?
 

...I need to cool down.

MAES: We lay down, and I put on a book for us.
MAES: You are allowed to touch me while we listen, and make yourselves comfortable.
MAES: And by touch, I mean touch.
MAES: Not getting handsy.

 

God, I'd just die if they did...

MAES: You did excellent today, but I'm making you earn further.
MAES: I know you like a challenge.
CHARON: If we may make a request then, is leaning on your shoulder within boundary?
MAR: That does sound really nice, actually..
MAES: Mhm.
MAES: I would like that, I think...

 

She gestures for them to follow her, grabbing her audio player from the nightstand and laying in the middle of the bed. Her sheets are crisp, freshly laundered, almost overly well-kept.

The two try to position around her methodically, wanting to be close without completely sandwiching her. The gentle feeling of their breaths on her neck is a whole different kind of exciting, but...more relaxing, this time.

A pleased smile crosses her face, scrolling through options as the player reads out titles.

She pauses, knowing the exact order of what's coming next.

AUDIOBOOK: Slime Based Lifeforms- An Anatomical Guide!

Even more of a smile, now.

MAES: Will this do?
MAR: Absolutely..
CHARON: Bring it.
MAES: Try not to get too excited...

 

With the play button pressed, she sinks into the pillows-




-completely at home.

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[image description: Title card reading "
Universal Constants
Episode 5: Family Reunion",
a security camera's perspective of a room or lobby with a vending machine glowing at night. Two maybecats are partially in the shot, giving a ominous feel to the entire thing. Nightvision hues, digital fuzzy noise, and uncanny glowing from the vending machine light invoke the feel of footage where unusual creatures and ghosts are spotted.]

MODERATOR: Regarding the nature of constructed peoples as a form of labor, there's been a lot of discussion regarding what's an acceptable amount of time to hold them under contract. 
MODERATOR: In general, there's been a lot of tension around how to even enforce regulation when many regions tend to be relatively hands off in these regards-
MODERATOR: What can you say about all this? 

REFORMIST: Well, personally, one thing I've seen come into play is businesses refusing to operate with partners who openly rely on such forms of labor to begin with. 
REFORMIST: As far as I'm concerned, it doesn't really matter who or why you were made, a job should compensate fairly for any person-

BIGSHOT: Doesn't that premise rely on the concept that constructed beings all fall under personhood? 

REFORMIST: Well yes, and ultimately most tend to consider that to be applicable. 

BIGSHOT: Most, as in? 

REFORMIST: Any region with a particularly noteworthy population of constructed citizens tend to swing such. 

BIGSHOT: I mean, that sounds like a pretty obvious population bias, what regions come to mind in particular here? 

REFORMIST: Hearth, Plaza, Hallpass, and Luxson are particularly standout examples.
REFORMIST: They tend to put together long lists of corporations that operate with manufactured contracts, as well as how long their contracts last, and whether or not they've made active efforts to phase them out. 

BIGSHOT: And how do they gather that data? 

REFORMIST: Everyone undergoes evaluations pretty regularly to make sure details line up with the reports. 
REFORMIST: They tend to post on a number of publicly available websites as well, anyone can access that-

BIGSHOT: And you don't think that having these numbers posted by a governing party is severe interference? 
BIGSHOT: The information posted can easily hurt the companies if cherrypicked-

REFORMIST: Full documentation and details are available-

BIGSHOT: And what about partner companies that don't operate under the program? 
BIGSHOT: International programs? 

REFORMIST: Often listed as lacking full datasets. 
REFORMIST: For those who refuse to show it's simply set as "Not Disclosed."

BIGSHOT: And it hurts local operation, hardly makes for a good trade economy if you're forcing people to share confidential numbers to put their foot through the door. 

REFORMIST: People should know the nature of the goods they-

MODERATOR: Excuse me, but I'd like to go back to something stated earlier since I think it's pretty fair to ask. 
MODERATOR: What constitutes the concept of personhood exactly on a legal standpoint? 
MODERATOR: Because I think the folks at home could use a little help following along. 

REFORMIST: Right so, overall consciousness is a good element of that. 
REFORMIST: The capacity to interact fully with non-constructed people as if they were the same. 
REFORMIST: There's a number of tests such as whether or not people could tell without being able to see the other person. 
REFORMIST: A number of more direct exams show constructs run on the same microshred-based biology format as anything else, and-

BIGSHOT: Organic energy plants tend to leave those behind as well, no? 

REFORMIST: There's a number of patterns that are unique and reactive-

BIGSHOT: And many of the early constructs were in their respective seen as nothing more than imitational works, yes? 

REFORMIST: Well yes, ultimately the creation of life comes from mimicking the details that make you and I "alive", so to speak. 

BIGSHOT: What's to say they're not just the next step in that? 
BIGSHOT: Machines have been used a long time in labor, they're pretty much expected under most working class jobs. 
BIGSHOT: If you're making new tech for people to adopt, they need to be easy to interface for the most bottom denominator.

REFORMIST: What you're describing is a tool-

BIGSHOT: And that's exactly what most constructs are, they're just a lot more self sufficient. 
BIGSHOT: If every job was to be replaced by a construct, people would have so much more free time to spend with their kids at the park. 

REFORMIST: They'd also be out of a job while they're replaced with a guy who's going to die by designed obsolescence.

BIGSHOT: I mean you said it there, designed obsolescence. 
BIGSHOT: They were made for a purpose, there is no person to mourn-

REFORMIST: Plenty of men in their 40s upward tend to die alone without a next of kin to visit them, that doesn't make them any less-

BIGSHOT: They die alone because they work all day, rarely given the time to meet a girl and have kids. 
BIGSHOT: Now they have plenty of time-

REFORMIST: Question-

BIGSHOT: Organizations like the ones you're defending prevent that, let me make that more than clear. 
BIGSHOT: They could have so much more and yet-

REFORMIST: That requires a lot of other things in the process, like giving them the means to keep their wallets full now that they no longer have a job.

BIGSHOT: New careers are discovered everyday, no? 
BIGSHOT: If you replace all labor with constructs, people will find new things to do and make their living off of. 
BIGSHOT: Maybe even maintaining the machinery? 
BIGSHOT: Wouldn't be too far off from the artisan programs we've seen in the past. 
BIGSHOT: You could potentially have your family maintain constructs for generations, and be locked in for life-

REFORMIST: Would you do that? 

BIGSHOT: What do you mean? 

REFORMIST: You'd be happy working as a repairman for a group of people made for the sole purpose of handling factory label until they die? 

BIGSHOT: Once again, die is a loaded word- and I get you're a bit of a sentimental type but it's hard to call it that when you technically by definition have not lived. 

REFORMIST: By whom's definition? 

BIGSHOT: Plenty of people.

REFORMIST: And can you name those? 

BIGSHOT: Sure, you could ask around the room and see what people think for themselves. 
BIGSHOT: They're navigational machines, the most intuitive interface of just talking to them. 
BIGSHOT: Any imitation of personhood is merely a means to make them operate well among their management and-

REFORMIST: Would you be comfortable saying that to one of these construct right now?

BIGSHOT: We're live, aren't we? 
BIGSHOT: They can hear for themselves if they're "people." 
BIGSHOT: Frankly, even if you want to go with that, they should have to work until they repay the cost of their own manufacturing to begin with.  
BIGSHOT: Your mother and father ask you to go to school and do chores, it's hardly any different-










 

[image description: Maes is sitting at a table listening to a round, bulky radio with a frustrated expression and a strained posture. Opposite to her is Charon, shoulder covered in his usual cloak poking its way into the frame.]

MAES: ....

 

Maes' brow is furrowed, her ears pulled back. Her mouth twists into an unpleasant grimace, occasionally letting out a disapproving growl.

She had insisted on listening to the debate before work, but...
...all it seems to be doing is upsetting her, and badly.

CHARON: Boss?
MAES: Mmmgh.

 

At least this growl can be interpreted as a response.

The dog tries to play it careful.

CHARON: Need a distraction for a moment?
MAES: I-
MAES: It's relevant to work.

 

The moderator fails to stop the volume of the debators from rising, Maes' fur bristling out of stress.

MAES: ...I have to stay on top of it.
CHARON: I can put together a transcript with notes later.
MAES: Judgment...
CHARON: I promise, it's not just you right now.
MAES: ...

 

She reaches over to turn the radio off, Maes' boneless nature betrayed by the cat quite literally deflating back into her chair.

CHARON: Embarrassing to call that a debate...  anything I could get to help you decompress?
MAES: Nothing doable in the breakroom.

 

A faint, weary smile, the suggestion still mixed with exhaustion.

CHARON: Then I'll have to treat you later.
MAES: Is that so?
CHARON: Maybe Mar will help me get some dessert together, change things up.
MAES: Dessert?
MAES: ...that would be new.
CHARON: Mm. 
CHARON: Don't bake much but I have a few tricks and a extra set of hands.
MAES: ...is citrus an option?
CHARON: What's your leaning there?
MAES: Lemon, if possible...I mentioned my preference for it.
CHARON: Consider it done.
MAES: You agree that easily?
CHARON: I am your assistant and it's important that make your job easier whether it be in the office or after your shift.

 

She gives him an affectionate touch by brushing her tail against his ankle, before quickly retracting it back.

MAES: ...thank you.
MAES: It...should be a relatively easy day, at least. 
MAES: More residential rounds.
CHARON: Should be more than good for that, been enjoying getting to know the people here.
MAES: I know that Smith's been enjoying getting worn out...I actually heard he took a proper nap last Wednesday.
CHARON: He needs it.
MAES: Mm, I-
JB: Morning.

 

JB's metal footfalls go all but unnoticed with the two of them locked in conversation, the construct already all geared up as he approaches-

He spots the radio. 

Maes attempts to avoid attention, Charon doing his best to cover.

CHARON: Morning, everything alright?
JB: Depends on if she's been filling her head with poison again.
MAES: JB.
JB:You know you don't have to do that.
MAES: I do have to-
CHARON: I've got it handled.
JB: Good.

 

JB lets out an irritated clunk, adjusting his bag.

JB: Finish suiting up. 
JB: Got some weird reports from Ruby.
CHARON: Is there another breach?
JB: ...unsure.

 

Maes is already up out of her chair at that, rushing for the locker room without another word.

JB: ...likely not that serious, though. 
JB: Think it's just...you'll see.

[skinstealer]

[image description: Rosetta, a very large maybecat without a face towers over Charon. The panel is framed in a very stylized and abstracted way, with limited colors and a strongly geometric look. Stars and Squares are littered across. Charon's cape flows toward the audience beyond the bordered frame of the art.]

Ruby stands with a clipboard in front of the three of them, JB looking more than a little irritated at the excited look in Ruby's eyes.

JB: ....can you, like-
JB: Pretend this isn't "cool" to you.
RUBY: No, no, it's- I'm just ready for the day.
CHARON: Should I be worried?
RUBY: Well! 
RUBY: That depends.
RUBY: There's been reports of strange noises and figures-
MAES: Ruby. 

 

Maes groans, not even hiding her own frustration.

RUBY: All kinds, all over the rehab center-
MAES: There are not ANY-
RUBY: A surplus of ghost sightings! 
RUBY: A surplus! 
RUBY: We have to investigate!

 

Charon steps forward.

CHARON: Where exactly? 
CHARON:  I'm a bit of a follower of this subject for academic and occupational reasons.
RUBY: Everywhere! 
RUBY: All around! 
RUBY: You'll have to talk to witnesses.
MAES: ...you couldn't just hand us the reports?
RUBY: The residents didn't capture all the detail by writing, you know how it is-
MAES: ...right.
CHARON: Get us started then.

 

The dog coils his cape around himself like a stereotypical vampire.

CHARON: If there's a trace I'll pick it up. If it's all just rumor it'll be debunked by the end of the day.
RUBY: Right! 
RUBY: Follow me-






 

Smith leans against the wall of the gym, a small group of maybecats closer to the door speaking in hushed tones- one other that Charon recognizes, and two he doesn't- and in drastically different heights.

The hairless cat gives the group a tired wave, his face mirroring JB and Maes' exhaustion. Ginger doesn't seem to notice, too busy with keeping up with the other two residents towering over her.

CHARON: ...This is the entire assembly of witnesses?
RUBY: Oh, no, plenty others. 
RUBY: ...these were the ones who felt it was imperative enough to  give firsthand accounts.

 

Smith pipes up.

SMITH: The others were too busy.
SMITH: And I'm just having my stretching interrupted.
CHARON: Let's get going then, if this is only a fraction then we should take it seriously.

 

Ginger's ears perk, the others turning to look with her. She rushes over, scrolling for a button-

GINGER: Hello Judgment!

 

The latter word clearly a newly recorded sample. 

She grins.

He gives a small smile and a subdued wave in return.

CHARON: Happy to see a couple of familiar faces today. 
CHARON: Hopefully won't need to keep you from your routines too long.
????: It's Judgment, then.

 

The tallest- an incredibly tall, curvy karacel with a stitched face and a long dress, places a hand on her hip, facing in the direction of Ginger's noise. She holds a makeshift collapsible white cane at her hip, not unlike Maes'- but clearly made of materials more suited towards a ten foot tall individual. 

She lacks any sort of facial features, the patches meeting at the center where her nose would be. Her voice sounds almost muffled, as if coming from inside some indiscernible source.

And yet...irritated.

The other karacel shrinks somewhat, coming in at 8 feet and wearing a crop top and shorts- and very fluffy hips poking out of the top. He sports black and white fur with striking teal accents, multiple sets of jingle bell bracelets on his massive wrists. He says nothing.

CHARON: Mm, bit of a specialize in this field. 
CHARON: Hope to make a good impression for those unfamiliar with me.

 

Maes shuffles a little closer to Charon, keeping her voice very, very quiet.

MAES: Rosetta is...touchy. 
MAES: Be careful.

 

Rosetta's tail tip lashes, making a loud "thump" against the ground- the attention called to it revealing a gnarled, lipless maw on its tip- permanently grimacing teeth as big as Charon's head.

ROSETTA: You've been here for what? 
ROSETTA: A month?
CHARON: Relatively new, yes.
ROSETTA: A month-
ROSETTA: Isn't new in my book.
ROSETTA: To me, that's a very, very long time.

 

She takes a few steps closer, using her tail to navigate around the fearful maybecat.

Her height feels way more intimidating than Smith's, despite being a few heads shorter.

ROSETTA: So, Judgment-
ROSETTA: Why have people been seeing things go down, and it getting *worse* in the past month-
ROSETTA: -and no one told you.

 

Maes pales.

CHARON: I don't think I understand what you're accusing me of here so why don't we start with that?
ROSETTA: I'm not accusing you.
MAES: R-rose-

 

Maes' voice is strained.

ROSETTA: Why's my sister keeping you from doing your job.

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[image description: Ginger, a orange maybecat holding a assistance tablet close to her chest with a mischievous smile on her face. A side cut shows a close up of icons on the screen's display.]

CHARON: The ghosts?
ROSETTA: Yes.
ROSETTA: The fucking ghosts she insists aren't real.
RUBY: AHA
ROSETTA: Can it, Ruby.
ROSETTA: Adults are talking.
CHARON: If I can speak in her defense, I have yet to come into contact with anything of such nature directly.
CHARON: If I had there'd be tells.
GINGER: What do you mean?

 

Ginger tilts her head, hitting two pre-made phrases.

GINGER: Can you explain it for me?
CHARON: I've got a natural sense for them, fiendish heritage and a long history of working under a local witchy family.
CHARON: When it's set off there's a number of visible effects at play.
CHARON: If there are true ghosts in this lab, I've been somehow been away from the action everytime.
ROSETTA: That's not impossible, though.
ROSETTA: We live here.

 

Rosetta's ear twitches.

ROSETTA: You come down, what, full time?
ROSETTA: How many hours is that?
CHARON: Forty, give or take.
CHARON: Forty a week.
ROSETTA: There.
ROSETTA: Forty hours.
ROSETTA: I get 24/7.
ROSETTA: So does everybody else here.
ROSETTA: My issue is why those requests- which we have been submitting!- keep getting bounced.
CHARON: Well you're here with me directly so share some details.
ROSETTA: ...any objections, Maes?

 

Maes's jaw clenches.

ROSETTA: ...good.
ROSETTA: Ginger can go first, she's not a direct witness, but she's got some recordings on her tablet.

 

Ruby's eyes widen.

RUBY: When did she get ghost data?!

 

The tabby karacel smirks, clearly not giving up the secret.

CHARON: Could you please share?
CHARON: It'd help quite a bit...

 

She nods, pulling out a section for custom recordings.

She raises a finger and gestures for folks to come closer, before tapping.

Some kind of strange metal clattering, echoing down a hall. Indistinguishable at first, but-

Maes and Smith have to try not to visibly react, the latter inconspicuously hiding a snicker.

CHARON: ...That one's on me it would seem, not a ghost but-
ROSETTA: ...then what?
MAES: M-maybe it's his prosthetics-

 

Maes is sweating bullets.

CHARON: Maybe it's death itself.

 

The shy, yet-to-speak karacel makes a sharp gasp.

MAES: JUDGMENT-

 

Maes turns even paler, Ginger unable to keep from laughing as she hits the next recording.

The sound of rattling bones, far too complex to be a simple shuffling around. Ruby clasps their hands together.

RUBY: Oh, that is interesting!
CHARON: Death... itself.

 

The dog plays up the Dracula pose a bit.

ROSETTA: ...be serious.

 

Rosetta huffs.

MAES: Look, just-

 

Ginger shushes Maes, backtracking to her main menu and getting Charon's attention.

GINGER: That was very funny.

 

A genuine smile at that, followed by another set of presses.

GINGER: But remember.
GINGER: Be honest.
GINGER: My family is scared.
CHARON: Mm, I have but... before I proceed is there anything left of note?

 

She nods, navigating back.

The next one-

-is a manic giggle, Rosetta looking particularly disquieted.

ROSETTA: I've heard that one.
ROSETTA: It...doesn't come from any of the residents.
ROSETTA: No one's there.
ROSETTA: And only some people hear it- but Ginger recorded the last time we were in the same room together when I did.
CHARON: Where were you two at the time?
ROSETTA: The cafeteria.

 

There's a telltale clunk of a can being dispensed in the recording.

ROSETTA: ...and it always does that.
ROSETTA: Are you telling me that there isn't something paranormal about something undetected getting a soda?
CHARON: Mm... well the good news is that isn't a ghost.

 

With a little shimmy through his cloak and a punting motion, the same can now emptied rolled onto the floor.... followed by a tumbleweed made of candy wrappers.

????: A-

 

The jingle-bell adorned karacel shrieks, looking like he might faint.

Rosetta leans over to investigate, brushing her tail against it in an almost sniff-like gesture

ROSETTA: Kept on your person?
ROSETTA: Why?
ROSETTA: ...this better not be a trick.
CHARON: Because it seems my friend couldn't handle her sugar cravings.
ROSETTA: Your friend.
ROSETTA: Your invisible friend.
ROSETTA: Scaring the shit out of the whole floor.
MAES: Rosetta, it's not what-
ROSETTA: You wouldn't let us investigate this to cover his ass!
CHARON: Friends first of all, multiple.
CHARON: Second, they're harmless unless you've a king or a zealot.
CHARON: And third, the Boss only knows of one of them.
CHARON: The one that I require for this job and has been crucial to lowering the number of casualties in the renovation process.
SMITH: ...Mar, right?

 

Rosetta whips around to face Smith.

ROSETTA: You knew this was happening?!
SMITH: Mar's nice.
SMITH: And I don't go telling people *your* business.
ROSETTA: That's ridiculous! You're the one being unreasonable!
SMITH: And you're being a huge bitch.

 

Rosetta's short fur is entirely on end, Smith just raising his brows.

The furthest karacel sniffles, almost inaudible against the warning growls.

CHARON: If it would help at all, I could introduce folks proper to her.

 

A little bow.

CHARON: Only seems fair at this point.

[skinstealer]

[image description: Charon facing away from the camera and toward Jester, a maybecat with a fluffy, clown-like appearance with tufts that look like ear jingles, big cartoonish claws, and a worried expression on his face. The two are in the middle of a conversation over the hauntings spotted within the lab.]

????: Y-yes! Yes.

 

The belled cat perks up, still wringing his hands- bells jingling- as he slinks over.

????: ...I-
????: Hello. Hi.
????: I'm Jester.
JESTER: I wanted to ask, b-because-

 

He swallows.

JESTER: I- I hear a lot of the things.
JESTER: The voices and sounds.
JESTER: And, mm-
JESTER: Maybe if I know yours are- your friends-
JESTER: Maybe it won't freak me out-
CHARON: Mm, if you're willing to give them a chance I'd be more than glad to open up.

 

Maes sighs, crossing her arms.

MAES: I-
MAES: You should.
MAES: ...Mar won *me* over, of all people.
MAES: I would hope my less-
MAES: Skeptical siblings, would do the same.
CHARON: It'd be good for them too frankly, my allies have always had limited opportunities to experience the world without a fuss.
CHARON: They likely roamed around without telling me because they're more restricted than usual in a place like this.
ROSETTA: Then do it.

 

Rosetta's posture is still tense.

ROSETTA: Let's meet Mar, or whoever.
CHARON: Stand back then.

 

The dog gestures toward the crowd to make space.

Jester and Ginger step back, the latter pulling on Rosetta's dress to get her to make room.

CHARON: Alright, I'd like to introduce you properly to-

 

His introduction is cut off, a cartoonish squeak followed by a cackle.

Rosetta puffs up with more fur than one would assume she even had, colors still separated by the seam lines. Maes looks somewhat less startled, but only somewhat.

MAES: T-
MAES: That's not Mar, who-?
CHARON: One of my other allies being a tad too eager to meet people..

 

A bedsheet ghostly figure latches onto Maes' arm affectionately, smaller than Mar, but the sensation oddly similar.

The room goes silent, Maes' face heating up and blushing black all over.
Smith's the first one to let out an amused, stifled snort.

Another little squeak, the phantom now swinging a little.

CHARON: Was worried this would happen... this is Kettle, she's a bit of a mischievous one.
CHARON: She's non-verbal for the most part.

 

Rosetta leaning down to Jester.

ROSETTA: ....what is she-?
JESTER: She's, um-
GINGER: Cuddling Maes.

 

Ginger helpfully adds, an evil grin on her face.

MAES: THIS IS NOT-
MAES: SHE'S NOT-

 

Ruby is furiously taking notes.

CHARON: It's good for the proxy, term we used for folks like Kettle.
CHARON: She's a people person.
SMITH: She definitely looks it.

 

Smith's voice is teasing, but gentle.

SMITH: Though I can't say I expected Maes to let anyone do that-
MAES: I-it's-
SMITH: You're not exactly removing her and you look like you're going to pass out.
ROSETTA: ...Maes.

 

Rosetta's voice is firm.

Maes continues to sweat.

ROSETTA: Is there something going on here.
CHARON: The proxy are all extensions of each other, if one of them has found trust and safety in someone, then Kettle will express it with a manic leaning.

 

Ginger gives Charon a smug look, Jester covering his mouth.

JESTER: ...Maes, did you find-
MAES: I, ah-
JESTER: Are you two an item-??
GINGER: Yes.

 

Ginger doesn't hesitate to hit the button, grin widening.

GINGER: I think so.

 

Rosetta huffs-
-and then laughs, softly and rumbling.

Kettle doesn't exactly help their case, headbutting the cat's shoulder.

Just as Maes looked like she was about to implode-

-she let her head brush against the top of Kettle's, hoping the gesture looked composed, at least.
The proxy goes for the kill, a hug in return.

CHARON: Mm...

 

The dog attempts to carefully pull Kettle away only to get slapped in return. The jig is up.

Maes stiffens for a moment before allowing it, her voice down to a whisper.

MAES: It- it's good to meet you, Kettle...

 

She responds with a strange imitation of a purr.

CHARON: She says likewise.
ROSETTA: So-
ROSETTA: You two are together, but...

 

Rosetta's posture shifts from aggression to one of contemplation.

ROSETTA: You haven't met, these...proxies.
ROSETTA: Yet.
ROSETTA: Just some of them?
ROSETTA: How does that even-
JESTER: I thought you hated magic!

 

Jester can't help but interrupt, eyes still wide.

JESTER: Does that mean we can do it down here?
GINGER: Nope.

 

Ginger snorts.

GINGER: Not a chance.
CHARON: I have a license, a body count, and pile of regrets.
CHARON: I'm a bit of a exception, I think.

 

Jester's face fell, rubbing the back of his head.

JESTER: Y-yeah, guess that makes sense..
CHARON: I don't know if I could really show people mundane witchcraft, but...
SMITH: I...wouldn't.

 

Smith shakes his head.

SMITH: Jester here's like me.
SMITH: Can see things others can't, but-
SMITH: ...he's reckless.
JESTER: I am not!
SMITH: You're thirty two and you still copy stuff on TV.
CHARON: I've done worse.
ROSETTA: That doesn't exactly raise confidence.

 

Rosetta cuts through with a sharp remark.

ROSETTA: So, you and Maes are a couple.
ROSETTA: Interesting.
ROSETTA: It explains her protectiveness of you.
ROSETTA: You have some kind of "proxy" tagging along- multiple of them, from what you're saying.
ROSETTA: But you're supposedly here to help *us.*
ROSETTA: Not just our sister.

 

She places her hand on her hip.

ROSETTA: So how do you plan to do that?
CHARON: That depends, what exactly do you want out of me in the first place?
ROSETTA: I don't know.
ROSETTA: No one has just- come down here before.
ROSETTA: What's happening with you is not a thing, and, frankly, as seen by the ghost thing- people are scared of change.
ROSETTA: You are change, and-
GINGER: Judgment helps me with learning about animals.

 

Ginger gives Rosetta a glare.

GINGER: And cooks food for me.
GINGER: He is my friend.
CHARON: Mm... ultimately my occupation here is as a flexible unit among the staff, filling gaps needed.
CHARON: Working with you is going to be a core factor, but when I'm not I'll be generally handling tight situations or providing much needed security during the refurbishing project.
CHARON: The proxy act as a extra set of hands here, they make the load much more manageable.
ROSETTA: ...then I'd like to meet them and see that for myself.

[skinstealer]

[image description: kettle, a proxy with a ghostly, costume-like appearance, clings onto a blushing maes. maes' ears are fully perked and she looks interested, if not a little embarrassed]

 

Rosetta gets close enough to loom over him, Maes and Kettle.

ROSETTA: Kettle, you said?
CHARON: Mm..

 

A follow up squeak from the ghostly figure.

ROSETTA: Judgment said you were nonverbal? 
ROSETTA: Can you read text?

 

Her voice is nonjudgmental, despite its firm tone.

Another little squeak of confirmation.

ROSETTA: Ginger, could you-?

 

The tabby karacel is already on her way over, gesturing for Kettle to take a look at her tablet. 
She points out some easy response buttons- hello, yes, no, maybe, good, bad, goodbye...

KETTLE: Hello.

 

The proxy is quick to get started.

ROSETTA: Good. 
ROSETTA: Would you want to look into loaning something like that?
KETTLE: Maybe.
ROSETTA: Are you okay with me asking Judgment for clarification for now?
KETTLE: Yes.
ROSETTA: Mm. 
ROSETTA: Judgment, is there any apprehension here? 
ROSETTA: Or issue?
CHARON: Why would there be?
ROSETTA: Just checking, what with the maybe.
ROSETTA: ...hm.
ROSETTA: Kettle, do you like working here? 
ROSETTA: Judgment can clarify.
KETTLE: Maybe.

 

Another strange noise.

CHARON: Mar has been the primary one working so she's had little to no experience operating during shift. 
CHARON: Mostly a observer.
ROSETTA: ...and what would she like to do?
KETTLE: Good.

 

A soft laugh at that.

ROSETTA: Very vague. 
ROSETTA: What are you good at doing then? 
ROSETTA: Specifics or not.

 

A long pause.

KETTLE: Don't know.
ROSETTA: ...hm.

 

Her tone is hard to read.

There's a bit of a sad little whisper, something personal hit there.

ROSETTA: ...

 

She kneels, face to face now.

ROSETTA: You haven't had experiences, then? 
ROSETTA: Or just...it's hard.
KETTLE: One.
ROSETTA: A bad experience.

 

Not really a question.

ROSETTA: Or at the very least, experience with something unpleasant.
ROSETTA: ...you wouldn't be alone in that here.
CHARON: My proxy manifested when we were young, result of enduring a great hardship.
KETTLE: Yes.
CHARON: Most folks only have a singular proxy however... rare case of plurality manifesting separately from the operator.
CHARON: Mar is the primary one I bring to work because her skillset and physique are the best fit most days. 
CHARON: Kettle serves as a bit of a emotional anchor amongst us...  not many opportunities to apply herself so far.
JESTER: Plur..ality-?
RUBY: More than one self!

 

Ruby pipes up for the first time, their voice excited.

RUBY: Fascinating! 
RUBY: To see it present so dramatically-
ROSETTA: ...I suppose that makes sense.

 

Maes shuffles a little, tail brushing against Kettle's ankle almost instinctively-
...her expression and body language showing she's clearly uncomfortable with so much questioning.

Kettle seems to react instantly, face buried in her shoulder and clutching on tight.

CHARON: I'd like to call a break if that's alright, think it's becoming a bit overwhelming.
ROSETTA: ...yes. Sorry.
ROSETTA: ...a break, then.
SMITH: You're too harsh, Rosetta.

 

Smith huffs, pulling her back over with the side of his tail.

SMITH: ...forgive her, she's nosy. 
SMITH: Wants to know anything and everything.

 

Rosetta doesn't protest.

CHARON: Mm, I can understand the curiosity but... we'll come back to this.
RUBY: Take ten, then!

 

Ruby tucks their clipboard into their coat and claps.

RUBY: Go on, scatter!

 

The other maybecats go back to milling around- the atmosphere far less tense than earlier, at least.

Maes doesn't say much, simply holding Kettle's grip close.

The proxy does its best to try and comfort her.

CHARON: Boss...
MAES: I- it's fine.
MAES: Ten minutes will clear me up.
CHARON: I'm sorry about all that, was hoping Mar could set the stage for others but-

 

The proxy whimpers with a distinct sense of guilt.

CHARON: I don't blame you at all, I-

 

Kettle cuts him off with a wobbly hiss.

MAES: **No.**

 

Her voice comes out firm.

MAES: Kettle, don't-
MAES: You're not to  blame here. 
MAES: Please.

 

Kettle hugs the cat like her life depends on it.

Maes doesn't flinch this time, choosing to instead return it- even wrapping her tail around the proxy's calves.

MAES: ...hm.

 

Her voice is warm, but...confused.

MAES: Is this what you meant by emotional anchor, Judgment?
CHARON: ...We tend to spend a lot of time holding each other.
MAES: I- I never really...*go* for things like this.
MAES: I was kind of shocked she would just, go for it...
MAES: ....

 

She rests her head against the proxy's.

MAES: It's different with you, Kettle.

 

There's a little nuzzle.

CHARON: We're all extensions of each other one way or another, a network of sorts. I think she's wanted this for awhile... hard to just watch your other selves become closer to someone and have to sit in the corner.
MAES: ...I'm sorry I've been so slow to meet you all, then...is it really so hard to wait?

 

A little noise of confirmation.

MAES: ...maybe, after work...
CHARON: It'd be nice.
MAES: I'll make it up to you then. 
MAES: Does that work?

 

Another faux purr.

MAES: ...I like her, Judgment.
CHARON: Oh?
MAES: I'm not sure. 
MAES: It's-
MAES: It sounds childish to say...but I like you, Kettle. 
MAES: I'd like to see more of you.

 

Kettle reaches for the cat's hand.

She returns it, giving it a light squeeze.

CHARON: Thank you for being so good to them...
MAES: ...it comes easily, with you all...easier than it usually does for me.
CHARON: Easier with vampires and giant floating dresses and-

 

Kettle cuts him off before he could finish with a indignant noise.

CHARON: I mean you *are* sort of a bedsheet ghost-

 

Again.

CHARON: Maybe bad timing but there's hardly a better description-

 

A growl.

CHARON: ....That's a formal occupational title that means something here... plus we can't afford 8 years of med.
MAES: ...all things I never thought I'd enjoy, but...
MAES: I'm glad.
MAES: ...should we tell people we're ready to resume?
CHARON: Mm, more than prepped.
MAES: Very well..

 

Maes waves back towards the other group.

MAES: We're good to continue.

[skinstealer]

[image description: Kettle and Rosetta shake hands. The size gap between them is apparent with Kettle's smaller sleeved hand held between a few fingers of Rosetta's massive ones.]

 

Rosetta's tail tip thumps against the ground before she approaches, trying not to wring her massive hands too visibly.

ROSETTA: I-
ROSETTA: I'm sorry for pushing so hard.
ROSETTA: ...Ginger pointed out that my behavior was inappropriate and I can't argue with that.
CHARON: Can't blame you too hard for worrying about yours and other's safety...

 

The proxy clings onto his cloak like a scared kid. Charon wraps a arm around her to give her a little comfort.

Rosetta notices the distinct lack of the ghost replying.

ROSETTA: ...Kettle-
ROSETTA: Is she scared?
ROSETTA: I-
ROSETTA: ...Is there anything I can-
CHARON: Just give her a sec, she's adjusting..

 

The dog tries to nudge her a little, getting a singular squeak.

ROSETTA: ...mm.

 

Even without facial features, she looks distinctly nervous.

CHARON: Would it be okay if she approached you?
CHARON: Offer a hand.?
ROSETTA: Yes, with warning...

 

She extends a paw big enough to surround Kettle's head.

CHARON: She's coming.

 

Kettle slaps a sleeve covered hand into the cat's palm. The fabric had a distinct aged feeling but was otherwise clean.

Rosetta jumps a little-
-but her touch is gentle as she closed her hand.

ROSETTA: ...see?

 

A little acknowledging squeak.

ROSETTA: I...are you okay with me?

 

The proxy attempted a handshake in response.

CHARON: Would seem so.
ROSETTA:...thanks.
ROSETTA: I don't mean any ill towards you...

 

Her ears flatten as she slowly kneels, dropping her voice down to a whisper.

ROSETTA: May I tell you something?

 

Kettle makes a silly little noise.

CHARON: That would be a yes.
ROSETTA: ...Maes has...never had a relationship before, to my knowledge.
ROSETTA: I worry about her.
ROSETTA: ....
ROSETTA: ......be careful.

 

She gave the large cat a assuring squeeze of the palm.

ROSETTA: I...

 

She shakes her head.

ROSETTA: ...just do well with it. I'll know otherwise.

 

There was a little electronic hymn, calm and acknowledging.

ROSETTA: ...

 

Her tail thumps.

ROSETTA: Maybe we could talk about this after.
ROSETTA: Alone.
ROSETTA: ...if you and Judgment are okay with it.
CHARON: Mm...
ROSETTA: ...after we wrap up here, before you go back up.
ROSETTA: ...ten minutes of your time.

 

Rosetta stands back up, arms crossed.
Maes looks confused.

MAES: Is, everything-
ROSETTA: We're good. Should be fine from here on out.
CHARON: Mm, it'll be good.
CHARON: Should we let Kettle take a break for now?
CHARON: Others should be introduced as well.
JESTER: Y-yes!

 

Jester runs back over.

JESTER: I-
JESTER: Ive been...scared, of the noises, and voices, and the figures-
JESTER: ...
JESTER: I'd like to feel safe.
JESTER: Especially knowing you're not a danger now...
CHARON: Well... not a danger to anyone in this room at least.
JESTER: That's good enough for me!

 

Jester grins wide, mouth full of needle sharp teeth.

Charon returns with his own small smile.

CHARON: Kettle?

 

A chirp in response, the proxy twirling around before in her place a new one.

Mechanical in nature, curvy, and occasionally rabbity in a few spots. It gives a little wave.

????: Mar's busy wrangling one of the others so I'm holding for today.
????: Hey.

[skinstealer]

[image description: Flor, a rabbit-like humanoid robot with segmented joints, wide hips, and a head with a transparent dome-like face holding a polygonal crystalized brain strikes a pose against a abstract, star patterned background.]

JESTER: ...you can do that?
JESTER: Wrangle, I mean.

 

Maes looks incredibly shy as Jester talks.

????: Not like, horses or anything.
????: People, yeah.
JESTER: No, I mean- that sounds like there's a place.
JESTER: Are you doing it somewhere else?
JESTER: Another room?

 

Jester tries to look behind it.

????: We all have to live somewhere, just uh... not on this plane I guess.
????: It's like in a cartoon when someone pulls something out of their pocket bigger than them?
CHARON: Hammerspace.
????: Yeah, we got one of those made for all of us to relax.
JESTER: HAH.
JESTER: See, Smith?
JESTER: Cartoons can give you real world info!

 

Smith snorts, rolling his eyes.

SMITH: You get that one.
????: More than you'd know, likely not to come up in practice for most.
CHARON: Mm... most.

 

The dog takes the glasses off to wipe them, the shift in his eyes jarring in the brief moment before putting them back on.

CHARON: It's rather spacious, though unfit for long term living if you aren't a proxy.
MAES: ...is it nice?

 

Maes finally speaks.

CHARON: I think so, Flor?
FLOR: Mmmhmm, I'd say so.
FLOR: Most of my days are in the library with some tea, maybe play a few records in my room.
MAES: ...mm.

 

Back to being shy.

FLOR: Did you want to join in sometime or...?
MAES: No, I-
MAES: ...I've never, exactly-
MAES: ...met, you-

 

She blushes.

The proxy looks over toward her.

FLOR: Well now's as good a time as ever I think.
MAES: Y-yes, I-
MAES: I'm not sure why I'm so shy.
MAES: Hello.

 

Flor offers her a hand a little flirtatiously.

FLOR: Is it really all that different with me?
MAES: I'm not even sure why.

 

She takes it, resting her claws gently in Flor's.

FLOR: Get a closer look if you've gotta.
MAES: ...

 

She rubs her thumb against the proxy's palm, softly smiling to herself.

MAES: I'll have to ask for a proper description later.
FLOR: But of course...

 

Flor turns toward the others and did a little bow.

FLOR: So?
ROSETTA: Y-
JESTER: You have a brain for a face!

 

Rosetta smacks Jester on the back of his head.

JESTER: H-hey!
ROSETTA: Forgive him, he's got no manners.
JESTER: N, no- it's because I've seen it before...

 

Jester grumps, rubbing the spot his sister hit.

FLOR: ...Have you?
FLOR: Was I that obvious or-
JESTER: No, I-
JESTER: ...I see stuff all the time.
JESTER: It's- really scary...
JESTER: ...but you weren't that bad- w- when I thought you were a ghost.
JESTER: Sorry.
FLOR: Closer to a ghost than anyone else is this room really, not a bad assumption.
JESTER: ...still.
JESTER: What do you like doing, then?
FLOR: Well... bit of a homebody if I'm real.
FLOR: You'll probably see me the least of the bunch if we're going to all be more open about this.
FLOR: Nothing against anyone.

 

Jester nods.

JESTER: You like staying, uh-
JESTER: In the hammer place?
FLOR: Mm.. bit into the scholar life, you know?
FLOR: Take notes, translate books, brew all evening.
FLOR: Typical busywork for magic weirdos.
JESTER: Brewing?
JESTER: Like?

 

His eyes widen.

FLOR: Cures and potions, nothing that exciting.
FLOR: Document findings for future reference.

 

From the look on Jester's face, potions and cures are *very* exciting.

FLOR: ...You seem real interested though.
JESTER: I've never heard about *real* potions.
FLOR: A witch has to do something all day, I'm big on the process.
JESTER: And what do they do?
FLOR: That's what I find out, a lot of old recipes that I cook up and test.
JESTER: ...does it ever go bad?
FLOR: Plenty of times but I walk it off.

 

Jester looks like he's talking to a rockstar.

FLOR: Maybe I can share some knowledge, stuff that'd help.
JESTER: ...maybe...
JESTER: Like, yes, I would LOVE that.
JESTER: But-

 

He makes a slight head gesture to Ruby and the massive maybecat looming behind him.

JESTER: You'd...have to make your case with the others.
JESTER: A-as much as I would want to...
JESTER: ...they're right about one thing. I can't just dive into stuff-
SMITH: ...his ranting about ghosts freaks enough people out.

 

Smith admits it first.

SMITH: People are skittish and he's enthusiastic, positive or negative.
CHARON: We'll at least keep it on the table, have a few talks on what's fair game.
RUBY: I *personally* wouldn't mind!

 

Ruby speaks up now, their voice chipper.

RUBY: I've been trying to get Maes to let me do classes and research for years-

 

Maes' ears flatten.

RUBY: -but I guess all it took was a little romance-

 

Rosetta lets out a guttural threat noise, loud enough to shut Ruby up immediately.

FLOR: Like I said, we'll have to see right?
CHARON: Have to presumedly get any potential courses tested and approved regardless.
MAES: ...I'll allow it.

 

Maes' voice is quiet, but steady.

MAES: ...with supervision and approval, yes.
FLOR: There we go!
FLOR: I'll have to let you know though most of these are of the home remedy type, things to cure infections and stings and all that.
CHARON: Mm... many of these are the type that never really tend to have much role in the lives of the average person.

 

Jester is practically bouncing.

JESTER: Cool!
JESTER: Oh, that's- that's awesome.
JESTER: Should I-

 

He shakes his head.

JESTER: We need to figure out the ghost thing.
JESTER: Sorry.
JESTER: Um, is there anyone else who wants to be introduced?
CHARON: Mm... Flor is it-
FLOR: Yeah, you're good.
FLOR: You'll all see me around soon enough.

 

The proxy gave everyone a little wave before reassembling into a large, bird-like living dress.

MAR: Sorry for the delay...

[skinstealer]

[image description: Illustration of Broth, a canine-like skeleton proxy in a black outfit with curly hair back to back with Mar. Both have tiny little smiles with mirroring energy between them. The borders of the illustration and background are framed with star shaped ornaments.

SMITH: Hey, Mar.

 

Smith waves, Jester and Ginger looking up in awe.

Rosetta's ears flatten at the sound of rattling.

ROSETTA: You and Smith are acquainted.

 

Maes looks at ease.

Mar gives Smith a little wave back.

MAR: We are as a matter of fact, I'm... the muscle of the group I'd suppose?
CHARON: You don't need to be modest about it, this one's a cult killer.
MAR: Sometimes..

 

Now it's Rosetta's time to look less tense.

ROSETTA: Well, that's genuinely useful around here.
SMITH: Like I said. 
SMITH: I like Mar.

 

Smith shrugs.

SMITH: She's a good sparring buddy.
MAR: I keep up alright...
ROSETTA: If you can keep Smith worn out, that's more than alright. 
ROSETTA: He gives *me* a run for my money.
MAR: Charon and I still have to take turns...
CHARON: You have the stamina to do this all day, I have to take breaks.
ROSETTA: You're sparing me the effort. 
ROSETTA: I'm the only one big enough for the rest of the family to plead with when it comes to handling him.
SMITH: And she hates it.
ROSETTA: You hit too hard.
CHARON: He does have a strong hook..
MAR: I can take it fine.

 

Maes can't help but smile at that, Ginger approaching now.

GINGER: You are very tall and pretty.

 

The proxy does a little twirl around, plates now light and fluttering like decorative paper.

MAR: I'm the oldest one here in a way so it feels important to look the part..

 

Ginger's eye widens, clearly entranced.

GINGER: How did you change?
MAR: Form can be adjusted so long as it feels.. me?
MAR: I could go further if provided with sustenance but-
CHARON: I don't practice feeding as a fiend.
RUBY: Ooh! 
RUBY: You're a *fiend!*

 

Ruby immediately starts scribbling notes again.

RUBY: That explains so much...
GINGER: ...What is that?

 

Ginger raises her brow.

GINGER: Why don't you eat?
CHARON: Fiends are vampiric. 
CHARON: For a fiend to sustain their best health drinking the fluids of other living beings regularly is required. 
CHARON: Once you feed regularly it becomes rather difficult to wean it off, and maintaining a supply in my line of work longtime requires access to a regular donor or extensive resources. 
CHARON: A omnivorous diet with a leaning toward meat is perfectly suitable for day to day but....

 

The dog poses dramatically with his cape.

CHARON: I'm a bit on the small end for my kind, missed the developmental window. 
CHARON: I'll be fine.

 

Maes can't help but blush a little, coughing into her hand.

MAES: I...can look into your nutrition. 
MAES: We have some patients who require a blood donor.
CHARON: Is that so? 
CHARON: Certainly something I'd like to look into on a extension of contract..
MAES: Perhaps we can discuss it after hours.

 

Maes' voice is completely even, but...

CHARON: Perhaps so. Mar?
MAR: Mm...
JESTER: ...

 

Jester's off lost in thought.

JESTER: ...so...that explains the rattling Ginger got on her tablet...
JESTER: And the large shadows I've been seeing.
JESTER: ...are there any others?
CHARON: Mar?
MAR: Mm... one moment.

 

The proxy does a final twirl, collapsing into a sea of petals and confetti before being replaced with one last. Humanoid, mechanical similar to Flor with a distinctly skeletal aesthetic and a silhouette close to Charon's own.

CHARON: Broth, the core connecting all the others. 
CHARON: Non-verbal, even moreso than Kettle..

 

Ginger hands the tablet back over after a moment of hesitation, squinting at Broth and giving an approving nod.

Broth gives her a little bow in return.

BROTH: Hello.

 

Ginger smiles, giving it a back pat and some room.

Maes observes quietly, giving the proxy a tap.

MAES: Hello, Broth...

 

Broth in return reaches out for her hand, a light synthetic noise coming from it.

MAES: O-oh. 
MAES: That's, you, right? 
MAES: The sound?
BROTH: Yes.
MAES: ...it's nice to meet you.

 

Muzzle presses to her shoulder, feeling closer to Kettle than the others, closest to Charon himself in presence.

MAES: Oh..

 

Maes can't help  but smile a little, rubbing the skeleton's back a little.

MAES: You're very gentle.

 

Another hymn, almost sounding like a relaxed sigh

Maes sighed, whispering just for Broth.

MAES: Making me wish this wasn't a work day...

 

The little halo hovering over the proxy gives off a little warm glow in response that can be felt.

SMITH: Alright, lovebirds. 
SMITH: We have introductions to do for real.

 

Smith doesn't sound mad at all, more amused.

SMITH: Jester, you recognize Broth?
JESTER: Y-yes! 
JESTER: Yes. 
JESTER: Definitely.
CHARON: Broth?

 

The proxy turns around toward the other cats with a little wave.

JESTER: It's- admittedly a relief...

 

Jester gives the skeleton a huge smile.

JESTER: I'm kind of scared of stuff like guts and gore, but knowing that you're a friend helps me feel a lot safer!

 

A little head tilt in response, followed by a prompt from the tablet.

BROTH: Friend.
JESTER: Oh- if you would prefer not to be called that-
BROTH: Friend.
CHARON: On the contrast, think it likes the sound of that.

 

Another warm smile. 

Rosetta clears her throat.

ROSETTA: And what part of the team is Broth, work-wise?
CHARON: The base, every other proxy is built off its skeleton. 
CHARON: In a sense it's the true body they all manifest through.
RUBY: And yet its personality is so distinct!

 

Ruby taps their pen against their clipboard.

CHARON: Hard to play so many roles and not be your own person underneath, no?
RUBY: Poetic...

 

Ruby sets their pen down, having run out of room on their paper.

RUBY: Well, Jester? 
RUBY: Does that satisfy you?

 

Jester's face falls, a bit.

JESTER: W-well...
CHARON: Well...?
JESTER: ...it's, just...

 

He wrings his claws, clearly....guilty.

JESTER: I mean, after all that trouble-
CHARON: If something is wrong it should be said.
JESTER: ...you're missing one...

 

He winces.

CHARON: Continue.
JESTER: There's-

 

He looks nervously back at the other maybecats, and then back to Charon.

JESTER: ...there's something by the old lab.

[skinstealer]

[image description: Abstracted visualization of a glass screen peering into a slaughterhouse filled with old lumps of dangling flesh lined up like meat in a locker.]

ROSETTA: JESTER. 

 

Rosetta lets out a rumbling gasp, even Smith making a low growl.

 


SMITH: Man, you said you'd stop going out there-
CHARON: Keep talking.
JESTER: I-I'm sorry! 
JESTER: I'm sorry, just, I-
JESTER: S...something keeps...
JESTER: ....it's like I hear something that needs help...
CHARON: I could go take a look for myself. 
CHARON: Boss?

 

Maes' fur is completely on end.

 


MAES: We checked the entire old lab.
JESTER: I know-
MAES: Regularly. 
MAES: There's nothing out there.
JESTER: B-but!
CHARON: I can handle the expedition on my own if needed.
MAES: Judgment!
RUBY: Maes, let him do it.

 

Ruby's voice is surprisingly firm,  lacking their usual lackadasical tone. 

Maes shrinks.

 


CHARON: This is my field, if it's causing distress to the people living here I have to look into it.
MAES: I-
MAES: But-
CHARON: ...It doesn't have to be today.
MAES: ...
MAES: ......
MAES: O...okay. 
MAES: Fine.
MAES: We can discuss- we can discuss a trip out this week.
CHARON: Mm... is that alright with folks?
 

The room's atmosphere has changed, but...
Folks nod.

Ruby taps their clipboard.

 


RUBY: I can discuss readying a survey team with JB.
CHARON: I want a list of hazards to prep for as well.
RUBY: Right. 
RUBY: Jester?
JESTER: ...they're just going to yell at me...
MAES: Out with it.
JESTER: ...it's...in Intake-
SMITH: DUDE COME ON
ROSETTA: WHY ARE YOU-
CHARON: Completely new for me then.
MAES: And not somewhere you should be going. 
MAES: Or ANYONE should be going.
 

Maes' volume rises, clearly strained.

 


JESTER: But! 
JESTER: S-something-
JESTER: Something might need help-
MAES: So it's okay to wander around a slaughterhouse? 
MAES: We haven't finished cleaning there yet! 
MAES: There's still machinery!
JESTER: I...I know-

 

The proxy starts to rattle a little, slaughterhouse... 

 


CHARON: What's the smallest crew possible for a job like this?

 

Maes' posture shrinks further at the rattling, her fur puffing up even more to compensate.

 


MAES: N-no one should-
SMITH: ...hard to say.
 

Smith cuts in.

 


SMITH: You should take at least one large class. 
SMITH: Which...is me, next biggest being Rosetta.
ROSETTA: I'll go.
 

Rosetta's tail thumps loudly.

 


ROSETTA: Smith's stronger, but-
ROSETTA: ...that means he can protect the rest of the family. 
ROSETTA: I'm more well suited towards an offense.
CHARON: You say that like there's something running rampant in there.
SMITH: ...there probably isn't. 
SMITH: We'd have found that by  now, like Maes said.

 

Smith crosses his arms and leans back.

 


SMITH: ...but it's not worth the risk. 
SMITH: If something's slipped by, it's likely smart.
CHARON: We don't even know if it's hostile.
SMITH: Mm. 
SMITH: But if it's asking for help...
SMITH: ...likely scared. 
SMITH: Scared and this place is a bad combo.
CHARON: If we're separated, could you fend? 
CHARON: I can almost guarantee safety of the crew while they're close but...
ROSETTA: ...Mm. 
ROSETTA: A fair point...
ROSETTA: I have my cane,  but-

 

She taps the aid on her hip.

 


ROSETTA: It's not like I'm all that familiar with intake as an adult.
ROSETTA: ...it's a mostly open space, and I can find and keep to the walls if I need to. 
ROSETTA: Basically just a square, it'd be less hard *not* seeing me in there.
CHARON: I'll do my best to keep you safe then... you, JD possibly as well. 
CHARON: Should that be enough?
MAES: ...I-

 

Maes takes a deep breath.

 


MAES: I'll go.
MAES: I-
MAES: I should.
CHARON: You don't have to if-

 

She lets out a soft warning growl.

The dog covers his face with the cloak around his sleeve, hiding his expression.

 


CHARON: It's really that serious..
RUBY: ...unfortunately so...

 

Ruby's tone is grave.

 


RUBY: ...maybe we should call it early today.
RUBY: If it hasn't done anything dangerous yet and hasn't caused trouble, we have time to get supplies together. 
RUBY: I can handle arrangements with JB and let you know what our gameplan is tomorrow.
CHARON: That'd be good, everyone could use some time to rest.
MAES: ...right.

 

Maes tries to untense.

 


MAES: ...I'll- swing by your office, Ruby. 
MAES: We can discuss it before I go up. 
MAES: The two of us.
RUBY: ...thank you.

 

Maes turns to Charon, still looking uneasy and unsure what to say.

 


CHARON: We'll meet up, we both got talks we need to have before we can retire for the day.
MAES: ...right.
MAES: I'll meet you up top, then.
CHARON: Good luck to you.
MAES: ...you too.

 

She follows Ruby, the rest of the maybecats starting to pack up.

Ginger pauses before heading back, taking her tablet back out and giving him a tired smile.

 


GINGER: It was nice to meet you.

 

She pauses, thinking over her next button presses carefully.

 


GINGER: And you. 
GINGER: And you. And you. And you.

 

The proxy gives a little bow in return, followed by a series of gestures mimicking the others.

She gives a proper grin at that, giving Charon a light shoulder punch before waving goodbye to Broth. 

Jester hesitates to follow, unable to make eye contact.

 


JESTER: ...is...is it really okay that I-
CHARON: I think so but... maybe don't wander into dangerous spots as much.
JESTER: ...right. 
JESTER: I-
JESTER: I never *mean* to, but...
JESTER: ....I'll...maybe feel better when I know what's out there.
JESTER: ....and if it's okay.
CHARON: We'll have it resolved quickly. 
CHARON: Don't beat yourself up, alright?
JESTER: ...mm.

 

He doesn't look very convinced.

 


JESTER: ...I should go make sure R-ruby has all the information. 
JESTER: Thank you.
CHARON: Enjoy your evening..
JESTER: You too...

 

Smith has already cleared out, making sure Ginger and Jester had help getting back-
-leaving Charon, Broth and Rosetta.

 


ROSETTA: .....
CHARON: I made a promise, ready whenever.
ROSETTA: ...right. 
ROSETTA: Just...

 

She wraps her tail around her ankles.

 


ROSETTA: ...I'll be likely talking out of my ass. 
ROSETTA: I've never been aboveground or anything, never talked to any outsiders that haven't worked here. 
ROSETTA: All I know's this stupid  basement.
CHARON: Doesn't make your concerns any less legitimate.
ROSETTA: Mm...
ROSETTA: ...
ROSETTA: I think something bad is going on up there, that she won't tell anyone about.
CHARON: ...What do you mean?
ROSETTA: ...I can only give firsthand from the sparse conversations I've had with her, but my other siblings tell me things. 
ROSETTA: She struggles with her back and sometimes even walking, and avoids certain things in-

 

A displeased, unsure rumble in her throat.

 


ROSETTA: -in ways some of us recognize, from before the rehab center. 
ROSETTA: But she refuses to answer any questions about it and denies any concerns.
CHARON: She's a downplayer, can't deny that.
ROSETTA: Mm. 
ROSETTA: Unfortunately.
ROSETTA: ...could you keep an eye out? 
ROSETTA: None of us can go up with her aside from JB, and-
ROSETTA: I'll be honest, I don't think he'd know how to go about that delicately.
CHARON: As much as she'll allow me.

 

The dog lingers on those words for a moment, a honest pause.

 


CHARON: Admittedly there's a lot I still don't know...
ROSETTA: The same goes for a lot of us, and she doesn't take well to direct questioning. 
ROSETTA: You'll be one of the few people aside from Synna who's able to go between both sides of this whole mess, so...maybe you can be support we can't. 
ROSETTA: I don't know.
ROSETTA: ...and...I'm sorry for the rough time earlier. 
ROSETTA: For all of you.
CHARON: Protecting family, right?
ROSETTA: ...mm. Yes. 
ROSETTA: I guess that does sum it up.
CHARON: Then it's a sentiment I can approach with, I am a guest in your world.
ROSETTA: ...I'd like to visit yours. 
ROSETTA: My studies are almost to the point where they think I'm ready to go soon.
CHARON: They're in Wonder, bit of a trip.
ROSETTA: ...I  meant more the surface in general, but...
ROSETTA: I'll have to look it up.

 

She sighs, a bit in relief.

 


ROSETTA: ...thank you. 
ROSETTA: I know this is a lot to ask- 
ROSETTA: I just...hope having someone looking after her helps. 
ROSETTA: I give her shit, but...
CHARON: I'll protect her with my life, I swear on that much.
ROSETTA: Already so dedicated?
CHARON: Would you have it otherwise all things considered?
ROSETTA: ...no. 
ROSETTA: I just never saw her as the romantic type.
CHARON: I never expected to meet someone here.
ROSETTA: Is it nice?
CHARON: Yeah.
ROSETTA: Good.
ROSETTA: ...that's...all I have.
ROSETTA: Just a request for someone to look after her.
CHARON: Consider it done.
ROSETTA: Thank you.
ROSETTA: Will you all be on your way? 
ROSETTA: It sounded like you had a date planned.
CHARON: Mm.. you enjoy the rest of your day, we'll be meeting up again soon.
ROSETTA: ...good luck.

[skinstealer]

[image description: Maes sitting on a couch with a incredibly strained look on her face, teeth jagged and clenched facing toward Charon who's mostly obscure, his cloak over his shoulder being the only thing shown]

 

Charon's phone buzzes on his way back up.

 


Are you coming over?

Just wrapped up, everything's alright?

I'm fine

Sorry that things went so off script.. was it at least nice meeting the others?

Very nice
I'd like to see more of them

I saw you really take a liking to Flor.




 

A long pause.

 








Is that so?

Into the witchy type?

Seems antithetical to my deal
But I suppose so

They're all a little antithetical, no?

I don't mind

 

There was a knock on the door.

 


Here.

 

The door unlocks.

The dog pokes his way inside.

 


CHARON: Boss.

 

Maes stands slightly off to the side, tail curled around her ankles and looking...
Reserved. 

More than usual.

 


MAES: Judgment.

 

He closes the door behind as he stepped into the room.

 


CHARON: Bigger day than expected.
MAES: ...yes.

 

Her fur bristles.

 


CHARON: Time to cool off?
MAES: ...

 

She walks to the couch, sitting down with a noted lack of grace.

 


MAES: ...likely.
CHARON: ...Talk to me.

 

He follow suit, leaning over the empty seat.

She hesitates, before resting her tail tip against his calf.

 


MAES: I-
MAES: I don't like that you're going down there.
CHARON: If someone might be trapped-
MAES: I know! 
MAES: I -

 

She chokes.

 


MAES: It's selfish. 
MAES: I know. 
MAES: I just-
MAES: ...I knew you'd be seeing it, but I thought-
MAES: ....
MAES: I thought you wouldn't know me. 
MAES: Not like this.
CHARON: ...What scares you? 
CHARON: What are you afraid of happening if I go there?
MAES: .....

 

Her tail tip twitches away.

 


MAES: You'll look at me differently. 
MAES: Us. 
MAES: I don't know.
CHARON: ...Mind if I sit with you?
MAES: ...you can...
MAES: I- 
MAES: I'm not good at this. 
MAES: This isn't exactly usual conversation for me.

 

He maneuvers around the couch and joins the cat.

 


CHARON: This is about your past, everyone's.
MAES: I hate it.
MAES: I hate that-
MAES: You get to see all of this. 
MAES: And you get to know me. 
MAES: I could manage someone finding out about Intake if they saw me as some sort of corporate figure- easy to blow off. 
MAES: Just what we do up here, isn't it?

 

She spits out the words.

 


MAES: Just another rich sadist devouring her loved ones. 
MAES: Typical cultist spawn. 
MAES: And now she's a Director!
CHARON: ...I killed someone for the first time at 14.
MAES: ....

 

She doesn't flinch.

 


MAES: Did you enjoy it?
CHARON: No. 
CHARON: Nor the second, third, fifth, dozenth that year either.
MAES: Then you've got a better soul than me.
CHARON: And what makes us so different in that regard?
MAES: Because you're not the one in-

 

She chokes, her voice coming out pained and angry.

 


MAES: You're not the one who has to sit here with-
MAES: If you were just some- some worker, some contractor, and not having to question why I'm like this now, that I like this, when all of that happened-
CHARON: My first employer left me permanently disabled in more than one way. 
CHARON: You've treated me well consistently since I've taken this job.
MAES: ...

 

She sniffles.

 


MAES: You haven't brought that up.
CHARON: Hasn't really needed to before.

 

Another sniffle.

 


MAES: B-but I bet you didn't have to wonder if-
MAES: Fuck, we don't even have a word for this-
MAES: ....If y-your...companions, ever wanted a relationship like this because of-
CHARON: Because..?"
MAES: ...You saw the raw meat diet. 
MAES: It was one of the first things you noticed.
CHARON: Mm..
MAES: ....

 

She lets the implication hang, shrinking into her shoulders.

 


MAES: ...I- I don't think it's- 
MAES: I don't know, I-
MAES: ...I just don't want you to-
MAES: ...
MAES: To leave-
CHARON: You've decommissioned the place.
MAES: That doesn't change the fact that I'd take a chunk out of you in a heartbeat.
CHARON: Because you like me.
MAES: Judgment.

 

A little shocked laugh broke through.

 


CHARON: Because your language is just a bit on the bitey side.
MAES: Come on.
CHARON: You don't want to hurt me. but...
MAES: ...no.

 

She sighs, leaning onto his shoulder face first.

 


MAES: I do like you.

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[Image Description: Maes leaning back with a little smile on her face, exposing her neck toward Charon. Charon has a toothy grin on his face, eager to take a bite and holding his cape up like a cartoon vampire.]

CHARON: You're worried you'll be too scary for me the more I know.
MAES: Or that you'll doubt my intentions, yes...
CHARON: And if I said that perhaps I've thought about taking a bite out of you, just like you with me?

 

He carefully feels around her neck, looking for a soft spot.

She lets out a loud gasp, fur puffing up. The fur there is oddly stiff in a clean ring shape, scar tissue felt underneath.

He finds a place and caresses it.

CHARON: I'm about as much of a dog as you're a cat, are you so surprised?
MAES: C-careful...

 

She shivers, but doesn't move away.

He slows down his hand a little, trying to avoid overstimulation.

CHARON: A fiend has many impulses. 
CHARON: To bite down, to drink til one is dry, perhaps savor their soul and wear what's left to blend right in. 
CHARON: But... ultimately I'd never want to hurt you.

 

She settles a bit, a gentle purr rumbling out of her.

MAES: B-but you've been starving yourself, haven't you? 
MAES: You should have mentioned...
CHARON: It's for the best, once you make it a regular thing it needs to be maintained.
MAES: ...it'd be quite a commitment, then, to start.
CHARON: Mm... daily.
MAES: And an issue if you couldn't get your hands on it.
CHARON: It'd be hard to guarantee a consistent supply as a traveling knight.
MAES: A requirement to settle down, then...
CHARON: One finds a town to work with long term typically.
MAES: And I'm sure there's side effects.
CHARON: Mostly beneficial but..
MAES: Go on.
CHARON: I'd have access to a full suite of perks. 
CHARON: Faster healing, camouflage, shapeshifting, perhaps wings if I am so lucky?
MAES: Wings? Really?

 

She snorts.

MAES: I can only imagine the trouble you'd get up to with verticality.
CHARON: Not enough room in here for it to be a good thing.
MAES: ...they might be nice, though...and what about the downsides?
CHARON: I'll be a bit more nibbly, perhaps a tad eccentric.
MAES: Define eccentric.
CHARON: Varies. 
CHARON: Perhaps I'll phase through the wall, or crawl into your head and influence you into making odd purchases.
MAES: Oh, god. 
MAES: Not odd purchases. 
MAES: How bad are we talking?
CHARON: Indoor plastic cacti.
MAES: Hmm. 
MAES: What about a real one? 
MAES: If you'd be staying anyway I could make you water it.
CHARON: And what if I were to eat it?
MAES: Mm. 
MAES: Might affect your flavor.
CHARON: That's true.. perhaps I'll have at you so you can get a taste of yourself?
MAES: Sounds complex...

 

She tilts her head just slightly, baring her throat.

CHARON: Mm?
MAES: It's your choice.
CHARON: ..Shoulder fine? 
CHARON: It'd be safer.
MAES: You say that as if I have organs.
CHARON: And you're sure? 
CHARON: With all I've said that comes to mind?
MAES: I've said just as much.
CHARON: ...Brace yourself.

 

The dog begins to lean in, breath felt up close.

MAES: W-wait.

 

She pulls away, eyes widening.

MAES: My, ah- 
MAES: It gets everywhere. 
MAES: My dress.
CHARON: We can save it for another time.

 

She shakes her head.

MAES: No, I- the moment's correct. 
MAES: I want to do this.
MAES: ...just...close your eyes for a moment.
CHARON: ...Alright.

 

He followed her directions, eyes shut.

She can be heard fussing with her dress, getting up to lift it off of her-
-and setting it to the side.

MAES: ...I'm keeping everything else on.
CHARON: That's fine.

 

She settles back next to him, the feeling of her leaning against him distinctly softer.

MAES: Okay. 
MAES: Open them.

 

Underneath the dress had been a soft, black sports bra- far less elegant than one would expect for someone so well made up. 
Her face is absolutely coated in blush, shoulders nervously hunched.

CHARON: Boss..
CHARON: ...You've reinforced every intrusive thought I mentioned earlier.
MAES:  Is that so?
CHARON: Entirely so..
MAES: And what are you  going to do about it?
CHARON: A taste should be safe, right?
MAES: Mhm...
CHARON: Then that much I can indulge in...

 

He presses his muzzle up to the cat's neck and shoulders.

CHARON: I can't say the rest won't invade my thoughts after for awhile.
MAES: You'll be required to tell me everything.
CHARON: I mean... rare that I get a volunteer, nor have I ever had the chance to nip at a soul but... if I could I'd be happy for you to be the first...
MAES: Your first...

 

A soft, pleased smile.

MAES: Am I really?
CHARON: Potentially in a number of ways..

 

The dog nuzzles her lightly.

CHARON: I'll savor every thought I have...
MAES: ...and you're ready for that?

 

She traces a claw against his cheek.

CHARON: Mmhmm, even if most of it has to be fantasy in my head. 
CHARON: Finishing you down to the last would never be enough though..
MAES: ...go ahead, then. 
MAES: Take the first drop.

 

He lightly presses his teeth down to fish around for a good spot.

CHARON: Your soul I'd have to find a way to make last even longer..
MAES: A-ah-!

 

Maes can't help but make a loud noise at the first bit of significant pressure, her breath a little heavy.

MAES: K-keep going-

 

He pokes repeatedly at a specific part, a point of entry.

CHARON: And the shell that remains well...
MAES: W-what will you do with it?

 

He doesn't answer, biting right down. Immediately a fluid seeps in, sensations becoming intensified as the pain itself becomes numbed.

MAES: O-oh, god-!

 

Maes immediately grips onto him with her claws, leaning fully onto him.

MAES: H...hah, that's-
CHARON: M-mm?
MAES: More...

 

He pulls back just for a moment.

CHARON: M-more?
MAES: It's...it's really good, so...

 

She looks fairly dazed.

CHARON: Mm...

 

He gently feels around her cheek.

CHARON: You're really into it?
MAES: M-mhm...

 

Upon closer inspection, the tiniest bit of drool sat at the corner of her mouth.

He presses his finger to her lip and wipes it clean.

CHARON: When you make faces like that... it does make me want to take your shell for myself....
MAES: It's not that special...
CHARON: I think it's beautiful..

 

He shifts around, starting to prep another bite.

MAES: Please.
CHARON: You don't believe me?
MAES: No, as in....

 

She makes a little whine.

CHARON: A-ah, you need help..

 

His teeth press down carefully until they line up with the previous spot.

MAES: Y-yes, more of that-

 

With a good bite he continues where he left off.


Maes can't help but press herself more against him, practically on top of one of his legs at this point.


He carefully reaches for her hand.

She takes it, squeezing it tight.

He repositions it so she could feel his heart racing.

MAES: Y-you're just as excited...
CHARON: Always.
MAES: This is the first time I've let you really touch me, after all...
MAES: ....or touch you back.
CHARON: It's nice..
MAES: ...I thought this would take more time, but...
CHARON: Life doesn't really have a set schedule..
MAES: No, I suppose it doesn't...
MAES: I've never known what to do without structure.
CHARON: Playing it by ear for the first time..
MAES: Makes it so you're not the only one having a new experience, right?
CHARON: Mmhmm..

 

She snuggles up close, not-so-subtly starting to shuffle onto his lap-

-only to puff up and blush as soon as she properly straddles him.

MAES: Y-you, are- very excited right now, aren't you?
CHARON: Hmm...

 

He puffs up to match, a little bit of fiendish mimicry.

CHARON: Maybe.

 

She grinds just a little bit, scoffing.

MAES: Maybe?

 

Even puffier.

CHARON: Perhaps a bit.
MAES: I'd hate to see you properly turned on, then...

 

Just a touch more, it's a bit silly at this point.

CHARON: Would you really?

 

She presses her chest against his, nuzzling his cheek.

MAES: Maybe.

 

He adjusts his position a little.

CHARON: Only one way to find-

 

Suddenly, a familiar squeaking noise cuts things off.

CHARON: ...Hello Kettle.

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MAES: A-!

 

Maes jumps a little bit, jolting up against him in the process.
Charon pats her on the shoulder, trying his best to hold back a comment at the impromptu grinding.  Another little squeak from the proxy.

CHARON: She says hi back.
MAES: ...I-it's a surprise, but...I did say I would give you time later...

 

Kettle makes a electrical hymn, followed shortly by rolling over the couch seat and shoving her head in between the two of them.

MAES: ...you want a turn?

 

A rather to the point squeak.

CHARON: That would be a-
MAES: Well...you'll have to forgive me, Kettle...
MAES: I'm rather shy when it comes to skin-on-skin...

 

She makes a soft, yet devious face at the proxy.

MAES: You'll have to warm me up.

 

A little whine from the ghost.

MAES: That just means you'll have to put some emphasis into it, right?

 

She reaches out for Kettle's hand.
The proxy immediately snuggles up close.

CHARON: Attached so quickly...
MAES: You've only just met me...

 

Maes finds herself melting into the cuddle easily, falling to the side of the couch and resting with Kettle on top.

A little affectionate hum escaped the proxy, inquisitive and curious- Maes something new to figure out.

MAES: I'm just as new to this as you...

 

The ghost nuzzles her cheek.

MAES: Mm-m...

 

Maes returns it, clearly more than a little shy.

CHARON: Making me jealous...

 

A little hiss, irritated over her operator's clear greed.

MAES: Now, don't fight over me...
MAES: Or, maybe...

 

The proxy's gaze locks with the dog's eyes.

CHARON: Don't encourage it-

 

A harsh squeak comes out, outright territorial now.

MAES: Well, I can't say I'd be opposed to a little competition between my subs. 
MAES: It could be fun....
CHARON: We'd need a ref-

 

Kettle makes a little honk.

CHARON: I suppose Smith could judge an outright brawl, but..

 

A sassy noise.

CHARON: If you knock me out, you'll pass out too...
MAES: Not quite what I had in mind...
MAES: Surely the two of you could find something more...demonstrative.
MAES: More on topic than a cage match.
CHARON: What do you propose?
MAES: ...admittedly, I didn't exactly have a game prepped, especially not one so potentially hands on. 
MAES: Hm.
MAES: And I wouldn't want either of you to feel disappointed, per se...
MAES: ....Would it be safe to say that you all have different tastes and specialties?
CHARON: Overlap in a number of places but otherwise yes.
MAES: Well, I'm not all that acquainted yet. 
MAES: Maybe less a "who's better" sort of competition, but...
MAES: I'd like to test where your tastes lie. 
MAES: After all, if I'm to  be served by a collection of subs, I'd like to know what to cater to...
CHARON: Who's to say it's all subs?
MAES: That'd be new information for me.
CHARON: Kettle? 
CHARON: What's your take-

 

A electrical cackle.

CHARON: She says she can top.

 

Maes immediately gets flustered, coughing to herself.

MAES: W-well, that'd be- 
MAES: Hm. 
MAES: I can't say I  have the best experiences with submitting myself, but-
CHARON: We can always save it for a easier day.
MAES: ...yeah. 
MAES: I...would like to, though.
MAES: ..but for now...
MAES: I propose a showcase. 
MAES: You may take turns showing me what you would enjoy doing to serve me, so that I may gauge your specialties.

 

A synthetic snickering.

CHARON: I will go first, actually.. 
CHARON: Boss? 
CHARON: Brace yourself.
MAES: ...I've got the safeword. 
MAES: Go ahead.

 

He dives to press his muzzle down low, sliding a hand under the leggings to start removing them.

MAES: H-!

 

Maes immediately jolts away at first, covering her mouth. From the feel of it, there's more scar tissue underneath her underwear- a lot of it.

MAES: S...sorry. 
MAES: Keep going...
CHARON: Mm, I-

 

Kettle makes a pitchy noise.

CHARON: Kettle, if you ask me to go first, I'm playing the big cards right away.. 
CHARON: Now then...
 

 

He lowers her underwear just enough to press his mouth against her. 

He immediately gets a taste- the exact same fluid as her blood, more notably thick and slime-like. Maes has to clamp her hand down harder, not so subtle about how it feels.

There's a little noise, almost like a ping, immediately audible to the karacel-

A warm disk-like object presses against her torso.

MAES: W- 
MAES: What is that-?
CHARON: What's w-what?

 

She reaches up to stroke the disk.
The dog shivers in response.

CHARON: I didn't think that'd set it off...
MAES: Wh- that doesn't explain anything.
CHARON: Halo, it's a halo... like.. a few species have them.
MAES: ...oh.
MAES: ........is that a fiend thing? 
MAES: I didn't see anything about that.
CHARON: It's not...
MAES: ...

 

She simply rubs the side, getting a bit more enthusiastic.

CHARON: M-mm, taking a liking to it then.
MAES: Mhm. 
MAES: Gives me something to mess with.
CHARON: Go for it.

 

He goes back in, pushing his tongue further than before.

MAES: HRrg-

 

Maes, her mouth no longer covered, lets out an affectionate growl that quickly escalates into a proper snarl.

The halo becomes warm to the touch, Maes gripping it tighter and massaging into it with her claws.


MAES: Y-you like that a lot, don't you-


He lets out a heavy breath before picking up the pace, Kettle inleaning close to watch.

Maes can't help but twitch and shake, unsure what to do with herself.

MAES: H..hah...J-judgment, that's-

 

Charon's teeth graze her, taking a risk in trying to find just the right point to nip.

MAES: Sshit-!

 

A bit of slime gushes into his mouth, the dog taking it all in before-

A harsh squeak, Kettle shoves Charon to the side.

CHARON: W-wait I'm not done-!

 

The proxy immediately positions herself to take Charon's spot.

Maes, still hanging onto Charon's halo, lunges forward and bites it seemingly on instinct.

CHARON: B-boss!

 

The halo makes a buzzing at that, vibrating in her teeth before she unclenches.

MAES: H- are y-you okay?
CHARON: M-mm, never had someone try to bite into that before....
MAES: It- sorry, j-just, startle reaction-
CHARON: Understood- Kettle?
 

 

The proxy goes down.

MAES: M-mm...let's see your technique, then...

 

Kettle doesn't hesitate, shoving a tongue feeling far longer than it should be inside. Maes barely manages to grab for Charon's halo again-

-only for her grip to tighten as Kettle finds something.

MAES: O-oh-

 

Kettle gets a wicked look on her face as her tongue manages to wrap around a solid mass, hiding away inside.

MAES: A-a- what are you-?

 

There's a motion as if snagging a limb, followed by a tug.

Kettle lets out an inquisitive squeak, followed by Maes shoving her head in closer- a clear message to follow through.

Maes' eyes widen, unable to stop a proper tendril from pushing into Kettle's mouth- still not visible to Charon, however.

Kettle wastes no time in getting acquainted, working her partner over with a smug expression. Maes bites down onto the halo again, gnawing at it and struggling to stay quiet.

CHARON: T-that good?
MAES: MMm-!
MAES: Y-yes, it's-

 

Drooling and shaking hard, tendril filling Kettle's mouth now.

The proxy only picks up pace, the only thing keeping Maes from outright moving with her being the clear shyness around Charon noticing.

MAES: A- 
MAES: I-
MAES: K-kettle-!

 

Even with her apparent nerves, Maes reaches out for Charon, feeling for his hand.

He latches immediately.

CHARON: G-got you..

 

She gives it a tight squeeze, looking almost overwhelmed from the sensation.

MAES: Hh...think I'm c-close-

 

The proxy grabs her thighs hard, all Maes needs as encouragement.

Slime gushes down Kettle's throat, Maes' tail thumping hard against the ground and squeezing Charon's hand hard enough to make the metal creak.

Kettle swallows every last drop down, little noises on occasion.

Maes can't even get words out anymore, slumping against the couch and trying to catch her breath.

CHARON: H-hey, are you oka-
MAES: M...mhm...

 

Kettle grabs Charon and pulls him back onto the couch, positioning the two of them around Maes.

The cat immediately melts into their touch, looking dazed.

MAES: Hh...g-good...
CHARON: Think so?

 

A slight nod, head rolling onto Charon's shoulder.
He immediately gets cuddly, Kettle flopping close like a blanket.

MAES: M..mm...
MAES: N...need a second.
MAES: New...experiences and all.

 

She settles into a purr, her body soft, squishy, and almost flattened. No matter what had happened between her and Kettle being a mystery, Charon can't help but pet her shoulder and soak in the moment.

CHARON: You were wonderful yourself..
MAES: I...d-do you need help, after that...?

 

She barely looks functional.

CHARON: Maybe just a rest... Kettle?

 

The proxy, equally conked out, barely gives a response.

MAES: ...I don't have anything in your size, but-
MAES: There's...

 

She gives a soft smile.

MAES: A pretty big bathrobe, in my closet. 
MAES: If y-you wanted to stay...
CHARON: In just a moment, feel nice right now...
MAES: Mm...m...
MAES: ...did I do well-?
CHARON: Perfect..
Maes' expression is soft, loving.
MAES: ...t-that was another first.

 

A little nuzzle.

CHARON: Looking forward to more in the future?
MAES: Yes...from both of you.




MAES: All of you.


























????: ....you're up early.

 

Rows upon rows of glass-shard teeth shift into an inscrutable expression, somewhere between a grin and a look of pure irritation.

????: Would'a thought doing whatever you do at night tuckered you out. 
????: Need me to toss more fodder at you, Matty?
????: Running low?
 

 

The irritation breaks, the mass of twisted, rotting meat caught up in a horrible, multilayered cackle at her own joke. 


The dog in front of her only smiles, mismatched hands behind his back.

MATTHIAS: No, mistress.
MATTHIAS: I've got some great news.
????: Last time you said that, was barely worth rolling over for, let alone growing some legs to get up and see it.
????: This gonna be one of your attempts to serenade me?
MATTHIAS: That won't be necessary. 
????: Bold! Bold, this one's got balls!

 

A head forms out of the mass, canine and dripping with viscera-

-leaning in to meet his eye level.

????: Knowing you, you'd just want 'em ripped off anyway.
MATTHIAS: Only by you.
????: Nasty boy. 
????: Show me what you got and we'll see about that castration.

 

Matthias extends his right arm, the fur a completely different texture than the rest of him-





-and a manilla envelope in his hand.

????: Fuck's sake, don't make me open it. 
MATTHIAS: Y-yes, hang on-
????: Your theatrics are shit.

 

He starts to fumble, but manages to fish out a document and a developed photo.

MATTHIAS: THIS-
MATTHIAS: Is the newest report from our Menagerie scout.
????: Thought I told you not to bother.
????: Bored of it. 
MATTHIAS: Not this time.
MATTHIAS: There's a new employee.

 

She gives him a blank, annoyed stare-

MATTHIAS: Specially contracted.

 

-up until the photo is handed over.

????: .....

 

She looks back up at him, and back up at the photo.

????: Gimme your arm.

 

Matthias fidgets, but follows immediately.

Her eyes flick from the patchwork flesh to the photo, squinting hard.

????: We got an identity match?
MATTHIAS: Moron signed the papers with his real name and everything and a proper record back to his guild activity.
????: You're kidding.
MATTHIAS: Guess that bloodline of mutts still has an ego problem.

 

She huffs, and then barks out a laugh, enough to shake the room. Smoke spills out of the corners of her mouth, Matthias savoring the burn of it in his lungs.

????: ....forget the neutering, Matty.
????: You just earned yourself a hell of a gig. 
????: Demon duty. Done. You did it.

 

His tail starts wagging before he can stop it, only for the flesh pile to extend an arm out lightning fast and yank him by it and throw him to the ground.  

He doesn't even flinch, chest clenching from the sheer euphoria. Finally. //Finally//.

????: And you know who we don't tell about this, right?

 

He snaps out of it, pulling himself into a kneeling position.

MATTHIAS: Y-yes! Yeah. No question. 
????: Great. Perfect. 
????: Last thing we need is a little sibling rivalry getting in the way. 
????: ....

 

She takes the photo in her own glass claws, scratching the corner of Charon's cheek.

????: Get in touch with our contact.
????: Figure out what he's really doing there.
????: I want to know everything. 

[skinstealer]

[image description: the cover of the episode, titled: Universal Constants
Episode 6: The Artag Inheritance. it is black and white silhouettes, featuring Maes kneeling on the floor amidst a giant scalpel, multiple of Charon's bizarre geometric spells, and cross-like structures. Mar stands in a flash of light, the rest of the room covered in pitch black.]


Charon stands tall on the platforms of the auction house stage, relics buried under curtains glowing with the twinkle of the manufactured sky. 


A place intended to sell off everything held sacred in this world to the worst people he can imagine, now nothing more a permanent installation in his dreamscape. 








He hopes it stays that way.



Crossing through the rows upon rows of curios, all gotten through means he tries to this day not to think about, keeping his head down-



Only to stumble, his eyes meeting a familiar relic looming above him.

 

[image description: a dreamlike room with stars visible overhead, along with curtains and an ethereal looking ornate eye. multiple boxes are in view, with the most prominent being covered by a tarp.]



The dog nearly jumps out of his own skin, the case and its covering unmistakable. If he squints, he can even make out a cat-like silhouette inside, bringing a stream of haunting memories...and longing for lost opportunities.. 

CHARON: ...What are you doing here? 
CHARON: I'll figure out a way to bust you out..
CHARON: You shouldn't be...

 

The silhouette under the tarp doesn't move, locked into an almost artificially even position.


The tarp itself drapes over a large box-like structure- a glass case, no doubt, the figure contained within shadowed against the fabric. 





Perfect for an auction display...

CHARON: Let me get you out of there, come here...


 

He quickly pulls down the tarp to get a better look at things. 










It is not a glass case.








Underneath is a massive toy blister pack, a person-sized plush with exaggerated proportions-




.....no, plush wasn't apt.




Despite the tag on the thigh looking more like what you'd find in a playful toy pile, the zippers on its breasts and crotch say otherwise. 



This is a sex doll, and a very, very familiar looking one.




The dog's breath hitches briefly.


Is this fine to think about? The two had- still, even if it's a dream...she's still his boss, and her like this...


He can't keep his legs still.


Is this what she looks like under it all? There's ragged, handmade stitching along where he had felt scars. Surely-




The cardboard backing catches his eye.


"LAB-GROWN LOVER", with faded, crackled hearts on the print. 

A tagline listed "Made just to your tastes!" advertises her further, actual product features scratched out in frantic ballpoint pen. 




There's a slight gap between the plastic blister and the cardboard backing.


He grabs for it, tearing the packaging open enough to get a grip on the doll's arms to help her out. 



Is it bad to look up close-




A snuggle at least-





If she ever finds out she'll kill me...

CHARON: Not used to you being in one of these like this... hope the air is nice.

 

She collapses into his arms, the doll heavy-



Full of slime, maybe?



He gives the doll a hug, helping them both balance before sitting the two of them down together. He carefully gives her hand a squeeze.

CHARON: We should find you something to wear.

 

She does look a bit cold....


Her head flops on his shoulder, button eyes blank and face embroidered into a somewhat uncanny smile.

CHARON: Hate how cute you look this way...

 

He rubs around her back, enjoying the feeling of whatever filling moving underneath.

CHARON: You're welcome company at least, better than the alternatives for sure.

 

She lolls further onto him, head on his chest now. 


....why is she here, anyway?

At...
An auction.
The auction.

[skinstealer]

[image description: a plush version of maes stuck in a plastic toy blister pack, with an exaggerated hourglass figure and zippers on her breasts and crotch. her eyes have been replaced with buttons, and her mouth a forced embroidered smile. a cloth hangs over the newly-revealed box, the box itself adorned with a heart symbol  and stripes.]


His heart races.

CHARON: Maybe we'll find a nice place to hide together.. can't imagine you care for being boxed up.

 

A place to hide?




That's right, this place is dangerous.



Charon knows that better than anyone else.





...her button eyes, completely unchanged, look almost fearful now.


He carefully repositions the doll to get a better look, hand sliding toward the crotch zipper.   

CHARON: If it's alright, just going to check what's inside of you. Bit heavy for a doll..

 

Shy. 
Maybe-




Still a bit scared.







The warehouse feels stifling.



Carefully unzipping, keeping a close eye even as his breath hitches.

CHARON: Feels like you can hear me...





It'll hurt...




CHARON: ...Maybe we need safety before doing this, then.

 

He stops, pausing before starting to lift the doll with him.

CHARON: Really does feel like slime in there.


It's not good




I'm sorry

 

Her weight feels heavy in his arms, but- almost clinging.

There's too much of it
It's too tight


CHARON: I could help..

 

He presses his teeth to her neck, inhaling the scent of clean, well-loved fabric in the process.

CHARON: Give me a spot to drain.
CHARON: Just like last night.


Too exposed



People will see and take me away




Need somewhere safer

 

He envelops the two of them in his cloak, like a bat tucking in for the night.

CHARON: You're safe.


They can't see me like this?


CHARON: No.


You'll protect me?


CHARON: Mhm.. I'll get us out.


Okay



You can take from my neck


It hurts my head so much

 

He doesn't hesitate, ducking his head under the cloak and keeping her out of view.


Slime, slime for certain.

He pulls away after a few moments, trying to catch his breath a bit.

Her unblinking button eyes stare back at him.

CHARON: ...You look almost like a mascot.


Property of the Menagerie
May as well be


CHARON: Not if I steal you from them.


I'm due to be sold anyway
They put in a special order


Wouldn't like you taking me much


CHARON: I'll make it hard for them to claim you back.

 

Maes' head lolls back, the amount of slime drawn out making her far less stiff.

Why do you want me to be safe so badly?


CHARON: Why not?


I'm just a toy


CHARON: As am I, really.


You're a knight


CHARON: I'm allowed to have a job too.


I was made to be used



This is my purpose


CHARON: Is that really what you want?


It's all I am




Money needs to be made


CHARON: Unfortunate then to tell you that I am an experienced cat burglar, and this is hardly my first auction. 
CHARON: So when I walk out in front of everyone with you, I'd like to know where you'd like to dine.




 

Silence, but a warm one-

..what happens when I can't get the money


 

As if considering it, but afraid.

CHARON: I've got plenty of favors I can call in.


More than you can bring


CHARON: For you it's worth trying.


...



I like your cooking best


CHARON: Mm?


That's where I'd like to dine.
With you.


CHARON: So be it...

 

The cloak coils tighter around the doll, pushing the two of them close together as it cuts itself away from the fiend, fashioning itself into a a dress- similar in style to the one she normally wears- before retracting.

CHARON: This will mark you as being under my protection, nobody will be able to stop us from walking out.


It feels so soft



Thank you


I haven't been dressed up in years


CHARON: Just for now, when we're wrapped up we can let you pick some outfits for yourself..

 

He traces his hand around her face.

CHARON: You do look good like this, admittedly...


....


Do you really think so?


CHARON: If it's not weird to say.



I don't know


It feels different from you


CHARON: Makes me want to hold you.


Most would go to something different


Says as much on the packaging
That I'm made for it and all


CHARON: I saw as much...




....



 

Quiet unease, with a bit more of that shyness.

CHARON: I can't deny seeing you up close puts touch on the mind, but I don't want to push any boundaries either.


I get scared

I can't even move myself like this


I can't defend myself or anything


All I have is holes and a tagline




..............



.................................







but it's different with you

 

He goes for a hug, the doll's squishy body conforming pleasantly to his touch.

CHARON: I'll do whatever I can to keep you safe.

 

It can't hug back, but feels almost...warm, getting more intense the tighter he squeezed.

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[image description: Charon holds Maes' plush hand, her doll form now dressed in a outfit made of fabric matching his own cape. They're standing in the middle of a urban area, the stars indicate it's nighttime. The entire illustration is done in a limited pallet made of shades of red and white.]

...you compared yourself to a toy earlier.
I don't think that's quite right.


CHARON: What am I, then?


I can count on you to protect me, as long as I take care of you
As long as I put time and energy into your maintenance



You're more of my sword, then


CHARON: Your sword...

 

He squeezes her palm.

A proper blade

 

He can swear it feels like her body pressing against him.

You'll serve me well, right?


CHARON: Of course.


And what are your features?
You didn't have convenient packaging


CHARON: My features?
CHARON: Guess I never thought much there...


I'll give you a reward for your service


CHARON: What kind?


You'll just have to find out


CHARON: Mm.. well I'm field tested for certain.


And in what departments?


CHARON: All the ones that matter really, I can't imagine what you're looking for in a knife can be that complex.


Just a knife?
I was expecting something larger...


CHARON: A knife by my standards is not a knife by yours.


Do tell


CHARON: I'm a bit of a unusual piece I think, I need someone who's willing to put time into a specialist's tool.


Ohh
Hmm
I'll have some learning to do. Especially with you being so




Versatile


CHARON: You get the investment you put in and a little more.


Investment....


.............




I wouldn't mind that.
Something in put time, effort, care into...


CHARON: Something that'll stick for the long run.


Maybe forever, if you treat it right.


CHARON: Sounds nice, right?

Very

I'm a little envious


CHARON: Are you really?
CHARON: Why?


Dolls aren't given such prestige
Especially not like me


CHARON: But a doll with a sword...


True...


CHARON: If a sword holds such a reputation, think of the person that holds it well.


But how can I wield you if I can't even move
I'm not much good for anything like this


CHARON: You're good to hold.


You're the one with a hilt, not me
Holding a doll is...less purposeful


CHARON: It's proof of quality.


Tch
What "quality" exactly? I'm not even a convenient weight


CHARON: Convenient is relative.
CHARON: Perfect to someone like me.


I do suppose you've been holding me this whole time...
And so tightly


CHARON: I really do think you make a good doll... is it alright to say that?


I like it from you



You can say more


CHARON: You look relaxed in a way.


Only because you dressed me so nicely


CHARON: Perhaps... you certainly have less to worry about as well.


Because you'll protect me...


Thank you for that






I did say I owed you a reward, didn't I?


CHARON: I believe you did.
CHARON: I'm curious...


You and I both know what you'd like right now

I could feel you earlier


CHARON: Mm...

 

He squeezes one of her paws again, the squishy palm pad making for a pleasant stim while thinking it over.

You don't have to deny yourself to me
You are my sword now, after all.


CHARON: It wouldn't bother you like this?


You'll treat me better than they do



I trust you.


CHARON: Let's find a safe spot first...


Take me somewhere comfortable
I feel less tight, but I want this to be nice

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He holds her closer, having to use his elbow to make a strange gesture-

-a door made of glowing rectangular shapes materializing before the two of them.

CHARON: Consider it more than done. 
CHARON: Are you comfortable?


Yes
You have nice hands


CHARON: You think so?

 

He steps through, the entire atmosphere of the room changing. 


The sounds and smell of the beach washed over both of them, the dog's metal soles audible against the smooth stone floor.

...where are we?


This is




I don't know this


CHARON: My home away from home.


It's so strange
Are we outside?


CHARON: We're indoors actually...this is my castle against the endless sands and sea.


It's so new




But I trust you.


CHARON: Mm...

 

A few steps into the bedroom he'd chosen, familiar enough to visualize it easily. 

He places her down carefully on a large bed, soft enough that you could melt into it.

CHARON: No idea where the others are right now, but...they're probably lounging in another floor.


They can join us later
I want to be with all of you


CHARON: Think they'd like that.


You can have the first turn.

 

She looks almost serene now, all of the tension gone from earlier. 
Her legs splay lightly, a natural pose from her ragdoll-like posture- the dress looking even more lovely than before.

CHARON: Really do make the doll thing work..


Show me just how much.

 

He scoots onto the bed with her, immediately cuddling up and pressing himself against the doll.

CHARON: Adore that face... and the shape...

 

She's somehow even softer now, conforming to his form and touch.

I love the feeling of you holding me

 

His hand wanders, feeling around for a torso seam and sliding his finger against it.

A soft noise, almost as if from within the plush itself.

CHARON: Cute.


You're teasing me


CHARON: Mm... I can't deny the appeal of this form is strong on me.


I can tell.
Maybe I could be okay with it if it was with you.


CHARON: Could I perhaps just...

 

He presses his hand to her inner thigh, finding more seams there.

You can do more than that
Right now, I am yours


You don't have to be such a gentleman.


CHARON: Mm...

 

He reaches further, grabbing the clasp of her zipper.
It's just plain metal, but...

It feels more intimate than he'd ever expect.

 Go ahead
You've more than earned it

 

Charon takes a deep breath, starting to grab and feel up the whole zipped area- warming her up, and getting a sense of her new body.

It squishes nicely in his grip, the zipper providing a pleasant feeling against his hand amidst the nearly stress toy-like quality of the rest.

CHARON: Fan of this addition...

 

More vocalizations, muffled but clearly enjoying herself.

M-more, please-


CHARON: You can lay here all day, just be a doll and take time to rest and be held...


No more worries
Completely stolen away


CHARON: You don't seem to mind much.


Why would I?
It's with you


CHARON: You look good like this, could stare for weeks.

 

She lets out a soft noise at that-

This time almost word-like.

CHARON: Entire weekends just curled up together...
MAES: I...

 

Still too soft to make out.

He begins to unzip, heart racing.

CHARON: My doll to keep safe...
MAES: I...want-

 

Each word a struggle, her voice hard to raise.

MAES: I want you-
CHARON: Boss...
MAES: K...Kiss m-





 

[image description: Maes' and Charon's noses meet, only a moment away from locking lips.]

 

The sound of something hitting tile, shattering his concentration-






-and the image of the castle.





Maes' ceiling is exactly as he'd left it, staring up at it.

Flor's still fast asleep, having coiled around the dog overnight. 

CHARON: Boss?



 

An unintelligible sound-





-across the studio, in the bathroom.


The dog carefully slips out of the proxy's grip, Flor's embrace not helping how riled he already was.

CHARON: Boss, you over there?



 

The closer he gets-

MAES: Hh...hgh, Ch-



 

After hearing that kind of noise last night...
Unmistakable.

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Charon scoots back over toward the bed, not wanting to interrupt her.

CHARON: Flor-

 

[image description: Charon wakes up next to Kettle, who stares at him with a silly expression. She has stolen his glasses, which give her the illusion of cartoon circular eyes.]

 

A chirp, Kettle having taken their place while he was gone.

Another clatter of something onto the tile sounded clearly, uh-

Like she was either struggling, over-eager, or some mix of both.

CHARON: ...Kettle, can you float over and-

 

The proxy's already zoomed over knocking on the door with a gleeful smile.

MAES: AH-
MAES: I'M, DON'T-
MAES: I, AH-

 

More clattering, but definitely panicked this time.

Kettle chirps again, a canine-like whine.

MAES: K-kettle, I-
MAES: It's not-

 

Her voice cracks, just a bit.

Kettle makes another noise as she flops her head, playing dumb as to what could possibly be the matter.

MAES: It's-
MAES: ...S...sorry. 
MAES: I thought you might- 
MAES: -stay asleep for a while longer.

 

Another chirp, relaxed and non-judgmental.

Maes seems to understand it enough, not confused in the slightest.

MAES: I-
MAES: How much time have I wasted, we- we need to get ready for work-

 

Kettle makes a reassuring whistle, pressing her face against the door.

MAES: ....
MAES: I-
MAES: Hgh...
MAES: M-maybe you can just-

 

The proxy pleas for her to let her in.

Maes is quiet for a moment, the door finally unlocking and opening a crack.

The proxy jumps to latch onto her arm, a little squeak as she anticipates an order.

Maes looks incredibly guilty, completely pants-less and wrapping her tail around her waist.

MAES: ...I...have trouble with this.

 

A little squeeze, with a more direct attempt at conveying her meaning.

Let me help you, our secret.

Maes blinks, taken aback...


...but rolling with it.

MAES: ...you promise it's alright?

 

A affirming noise.

I promise.


Maes' voice shakes as she steels her nerves.

MAES: Then, can we...like last night?

 

Kettle nuzzles her chest, squeaking in confirmation.

MAES: ...quickly, then.
MAES: I still have to do all of of my hair care...