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The new blog is mostly set up. I have a queue running all my headcanons from all the muses that made it to the new blog. It goes out until mid-July, good lawd.

I'm waiting for tumblr to approve me for javascript over there and so I have an unfancy muse page in the mean time. I'm going to start following from over there, and posting replies that I owe on the new blog probably this weekend. I'll keep reblogging this notification over the next couple days so y'all aren't confused. Hopefully, you recognize the muses and the pin message at least, lol

The new blog is mostly set up. I have a queue running all my headcanons from all the muses that made it to the new blog. It goes out until mid-July, good lawd.

I'm waiting for tumblr to approve me for javascript over there and so I have an unfancy muse page in the mean time. I'm going to start following from over there, and posting replies that I owe on the new blog probably this weekend. I'll keep reblogging this notification over the next couple days so y'all aren't confused. Hopefully, you recognize the muses and the pin message at least, lol

He had the good grace not to look too indignant when Alastor starts to laugh, but his nose wrinkles slightly all the same. It's far from a mean laugh, but he's not the sort to enjoy laughter at his expense, however amused it might be.

There is a small quirk at the corner of his lips, though, at the end. His laughter is borderline angelic.

He tilted his head to the side, a smaller smile on his lips. "I suppose so, oui. Some sinners recall their names in full. Some only recall parts of their name. Niffty recalled none, and so, she chose her own." He explained, straightening his back a little.

"Well, then I suppose it is all the better I have a friend in Hell to remind me of my name, hm? In case I forget it all in the fall from Earth to Hell," he mused, smiling faintly.

"Although... I would suppose that would mean I become Terzo forever, and lose the name given me by my mother."

Not only was it his expression but the whole feeling of the room shifted and soured as the Carinal's mind wandered. As much as he wondered what he was thinking about he politely averted his eyes to a painting on the wall rather than stare at him as he waited for him to continue or snap out of whatever thought process he had that felt anything but positive. "Well it's..." in defence and unease his shoulders raised a little and his eyes were back in his cop that looked very small in his hands. He wasn't among the largest ghouls here but he could not be considered among the smaller ones either. Not like the new Earth ghoul, he was convinced no one had seen something so small since last they saw an adolescent kit. "It's just a lot of change at once so close to all the other changes," the first major rotation had been uncomfortable, and another one was even harder. "If we don't feel secure then how are we gonna perform at our best, you know?"

He had seen the new Earth Ghoul. An opposite to Earth in nearly every single way. A pebble as opposed to a boulder, and all the energy of throwing gravel onto ice. And yet... he could not bring himself to approach, leaving him in the capable hands of Terzo and the other ghouls.

He folds his gloved hands on his desk, listening to Delta's concerns, and understanding them implicitly. It was a very big change after all, and perhaps wouldn't be so much of one if Earth had not done as he had.

He just had to... keep swimming.

Damn, Dory knew what's up.

"To be honest, I'm glad. It's been sort of lonely around here without the old gang. But we're still here and I'm glad to have you." It had been hard to get close to people lately so making new friends when he'd lost the old was near impossible. Dean asking about Abby, however, was the blast of nostalgia that was needed to cut through the haze of loneliness threatening to settle into the conversation.

"Jesus, tell me about it. I both recognize everyone and no one at SHIELD it feels like. Mostly... no one. Having you and Hazel helps a hell of a lot, though. Not sure my therapist is glad I'm back, though? But, I also don't see her as often. She's got a lot more people on her plate. and I'm way more equipped to deal with any trauma the blip left my brain. Score one for me, I think," he joked, grinning at Sterling with a little wink.

He was definitely in a good enough place to be able to make light of his life.

"Well, shit. At least I don't have to worry about Abby being too close in age to me, I'd never recover. But yeah, I was Buffalo Wild Wings. Did that place even survive the blip? I feel like I never see restaurants I recognize these days."

He also did an impressive recreation of a blue screen when Sterling said Aimee was married.

"Black as pitch, is it? Why, I suppose that it would be a fair assumption~" He'd hum, amused by the idea. Even if he often would make a comment about his lack of a soul.

"Perhaps, if souls have colors. The assumption has always been that a sinner has a blackened one, and le anime 'pure' sono bianche. Bullshit opinion, si? Souls I think have very much a... spectrum. Like Ghouls and their elements. Many colors, even in the same element," he answered, giving a little wave of his hand.

He had no doubt Alastor still had a soul, as he imagined the truly soulless of humanity ended up in some sort of... purgatory. Void, even. Even a soul that was sold still existed, yes?