With him no longer alive anymore, I’m free to discover pursuits I no longer could explore. My master had other plans for me to fulfill. She hadn’t heard of whatever this karaoke subject before… wouldn’t hurt to try it out or see what it was one of these days. There were already multiple Earths as far as she knew so long as none of them had a Mother Qualia of their own troubling them, she hoped they were as well off as her own now was. How many worlds existed out there? Did they exist far away in the same universe as her own or were they on different planes of reality? Considering her experiences with magic, almost anything was possible in Giselle’s point of view. I’ve yet to learn of a universe where the circumstances are similar to mine.” If you ever want to practice breaking the curse, then we could go out for karaoke sometime!” We don’t have Christmas where I come from, but I guess that makes me a Christmas witch!”
“Aw, thanks! You really think so? It took me a while to learn all the songs. It sounds like something Susie should know.Īt the compliment, Susie brightens up. If anything, what’s more of interest is the stilted manner of speaking she has, and her references to the ancient ones. While the din of the crowd drowns out Giselle’s creaking, leading Susie not to notice the unusual prints (and for what it was worth, Susie didn’t leave a trail on account of her floating half an inch off the ground), the long red tail doesn’t go unnoticed, but she doesn’t comment on it yet. I’ve always said there’s a power in singing…” Kirby’s vocal cords were proof of that. “Oh, I see! So in your universe, there’s a distinction between music and song. Giselle just needed to fetch something from her room… Would said idea work? Doubtful… but it wouldn’t hurt to try. The makings of an idea were coming to Giselle as she began to usher her near the stairs leading up to the floor for her personal apartment. “I’ve yet to learn about the correlation between the two events, if any. If Giselle did indeed possess nerves similar to a human, they were worn at this point. Unless Flonne was actively walking around on her own, she probably couldn’t fly freely either. If she was new, then she had to have been purposely weakened. “Did you just arrive here in Spirale with Great Flonzor X? Every time there’s an eclipse, new individuals are added every time.“Įven with saying the first part, Giselle kept a relatively neutral face, despite Flonne’s enthusiasm. She wouldn’t mind getting to personally understand Flonne more… along with the tiny toy that she was currently holding in front of her face. It wouldn’t be necessary, but it would be adequate experience in getting to meet more angels that weren’t hive-minded beasts.
Giselle did have to wonder if Flonne was an angel that was lucky enough to be able to pass off as more human than here or if there were more similar to her own world’s versions of them. The possibility of an angel from another world being here was small, but not unheard of. Of course, such a situation occurring wasn’t all that unheard of either. Now THAT wasn’t something she was expecting. …The quicker Giselle could move this conversation out of the lobby, the better. …In toy form, held in the palm of her hand and held up high in the air for everybody to stare at. She would seemingly root around behind her back for a moment, tongue poking out from its side, befooore… “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Giselle! I’m Archangel Flonne, but you can just call me ‘Flonne’, if you’d like! Oh! And this…” It all must’ve been rather calculated, in Flonne’s eyes.īounding back up, the mystery of whether or not those “slots” on her gut were Blu-ray compatible would be left unanswered (for now), as Flonne replied to this robot’s ‘quiry’. She had begun talking just as Flonne had stopped in-between words for breath. While her initial response was indeed drowned out, Flonne would catch her opening her mouth upon the second time, despite currently being bent down and inspecting the lines across her stomach, finger extended out as if ready to poke her there.
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