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Greetings, ah...com...munity. Listeners. [...] Ah, whatever.

[as always, username Cecelia Ardenbury is FAR more eloquent in text than on camera. which she is, right now! a good twenty years older than her usual self, to boot, and looking fabulous despite her strained expression. or maybe because of it?

anyway.]

Regarding the...happenings? The odder-than-usual ones, that is. Well, it ought to get straightened out here tonight. See, some feywild nonsense occurred and, if you're at all familiar with that as a concept, then...things become quite clear.

However, if none of this is clear at all, that will clear up, too!

[...]

...As in, it won't matter, I'm fixing it.

Probably.

Hopefully.

[another beat. she looks a bit flustered despite a visible attempt at appearing more composed.

after clearing her throat:] In any case, the strife will be over. In this case, that is; don't you come crawling to me if someone else starts up some nonsense, alright? I may not even be here to witness it!

[her expression sobers at that.]

...That said. If...this is to be my final opus here in this realm, then...farewell. See to yourselves in the ways kindest or most fitting for you, I suppose. [a limp shrug, looking off-camera.] I can't tell you what to do, only offer well wishes.

[she bites her lip for a moment before drawing a bracing breath, straightening back up in to prim posture. chin up, Cecelia.]

And...Cecelia? Should you look back and find me here... [her expression flattens.] Well, first, stop panicking, and second? Put me out of mind. I'm only a possibility, not the inevitable.

...Don't forget people truly do care.

My notes are in the usual place. Read them if you wish, burn them if you must; they're yours.

[another beat, then an exhale.]

...Well, then. Time to meddle once more.

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[This all sounds...possibly alarming.]

What are you planning?

[she smiles blandly.]

Well. I'm going to try to appease the magic and put it to rest, more or less. Depending on how it goes...you may not have to worry about being so...glittery.

[ Elf.

ELF.

E L F.

No wait, priorities, Rimuru! ] Miss, are you alright?

[HALF elf thank u very much!!

glibly:] Oh, I suppose that depends on what you mean. Hale and whole? Yes, and well enough considering all that's occurred. I haven't sprouted any surprise limbs or changed an unnatural color, which is more than I can say for others afflicted of late.

[a beat.

she squints. what...exactly...is she looking at here.]

...Which is more than I can say for you. Are you gelatin right now?

[ STILL COUNTS. ]

A slime! Though I guess it's kind of like gelatin. Living gelatin.

Should you be sprouting surprise limbs or change your color?

[flatly:] Not regularly, no. And I imagine you're not naturally talking slime.

[a beat.]

Unless you are, and in which case...I...honestly shouldn't be surprised anymore.

I am! I know most slimes can't talk, I'm just a bit of a special case. But you don't have to worry: I'm not a bad slime. [ he flops a little to the side, trying to look cute ]

Duly noted. So you're not one of the afflicted by the feywild surge?

No. What's the "feywild surge"?

...Nothing of real value, should my efforts pay off. If I do this right, you'll never even have to wonder what came to pass -- maybe you won't even remember.

I can't remember about what I don't know.

Speaking of which, whatever you are planning on doing doesn't sound like it will be safe for you. Are you sure you don't need help? There is no need to be the lonely hero when so many people have helpful superpowers too.

[with a bland smirk:] That's sweet, but things like this...it's typically better to keep the scope small. And it helps that my presence here was because of the surge, so it's more ideal for me to take a shot at this.

...To say nothing of my prowess as a sorceress, which will definitely help. It's fine.

If it was fine, you wouldn't have posted something like a goodbye,

I don't understand the need to do everything by yourself. Others gladly help if they are given that opportunity, but there is always this sense of "my mess, so I will do it all on my own". I feel like that sort of mindset hurts everyone else a lot.

[ He doesn't know this person or the situation, he probably shouldn't be saying this. But in the end, Rimuru prefers to trust others; to him that's far better than playing the role of the "ultimate sacrifice". ]

Ah well, what do I know. I'm just a slime.

[she blinks, an eyebrow quirked.

then she smiles, but it's brief; it quickly becomes more of a smirk.

not unkindly:] You're sweet. That sounds like something I'd have read more than a few times before.

[sitting back from her camera, rolling her shoulders and looking off to the side.]

I think the whole...band together as one part will be the plan B in regard to this kind of nonsense. [glancing back.] So don't worry. You'll get a shot, in that case.

[ he doesn't really want a shot. He has no clue what is even happening, so what use could he be? ]

Well, if you say so. To each their own. [ he still thinks there is no need to be like that, but he feels like he lectured her already, so he stops ]

Good luck with your thing.

My thanks. Good luck with your...

[............................................

uh.................................]

With...being...that...

Slime. I'm a slime.

If it's easier for you, I can look human?

[slow blink.

...ah.

quickly dismissive:] Oh, it doesn't matter to me. If you're comfortable as-is, then far be it from me to dictate; would that I had similar properties, I'm sure I'd find my own conclusion as well.

[not...as slime....but whatever.]

Both forms are mine [ WELL, it's more complicated than that, but his human forms means a lot to him ] so I'm comfortable with both.

[ Rimuru suddenly reshapes himself to look human ]

I guess this is more relatable.

[more blue hair, huh? is that one of the binding things in this world? blue hair? good grief.

she clears her throat.]

To someone like me, yes. And most here, I suppose, considering how it's...mostly humans around. But you needn't adapt simply on my behalf; I'm not going to waste time ogling when I've got to set out fixing this feywild mess, after all.

[ he is a blue slime! His hair is technically made out of slimeness. ]

Well, sure. But If we meet again, at least you can recognize me. It's easier now.

I won't make any promises; should I be returned to the state I was at the start here? I'll probably not even know we've spoken.

[and gods help him if she meets him in slimy person...she'll scream. probably.]

Well, we can re-meet again, that's fine too. [ he is positive like that ]

Ha.

[her smirk softens.]

Very well. I'll count on you for that, then. Just... [her eyes wince.] Be patient with her. She's not very trusting.

I'm a slime monster. I had to learn to be very patient with everyone and everything.

It will be alright.

If thou desire a companion for the journey, I hath some experience in dealings with the fae of another realm.

[with a hollow laugh:] Oh, is it to be a journey? Gods, I figure it may as well be; things like this do tend to pan out into long-winded, laborious wanderings and diversions.

It is easier with knowledgeable companions, though. Perhaps you can enlighten me on some of your dealings? I can't take something so broad at face-value, of course.

Tis indeed oft the way of such matters, twould not be beyond the realm of possibility that thou shalt be asked to perform senseless labours in order to curry favor or simply take up thine time.

[He's heard plenty of stories from the other scions about that.

There's a fumble as he tries to find the setting to turn this private.]

PRIVATE

Forgive me, I hath reason to keep mine exploits privy to only those whom need know of them.

I hath spent the better part of three years living amongst the fae of Il Mheg, a privileged fairly won by rights of an eight day and night contest of riddles with the host of them. I hath more recently studied with the fuath seeking assistance in learning the art of walking upon the surface of bodies of water.

Mm. [she tries to wear a mask of indifference despite it being clear that she's being Quite attentive. any opportunity to get an edge on this fey bullshit, after all...!

she squints. Il Mheg?

slowly, still mulling it over:] Il Mheg...Do I know that name? [...] Ugh. Maybe, but it could be in a different dialect for all I know. Fey. [she scoffs, growing indignant.]

And this is the exact problem with problem-solving problems from that realm! One mistranslation or missing accent and you've lost an entire clue! Gods.

Tis also perhapse a reflection of that which thou art familiar, such is the seeming nature of the universe.

[He chuckles though]

Thou hath struck true upon the truth of many a matter, and thus mine own preference for learning to speak the language of those whom I hath surrounded myself with. Many clues are oft couched in wordplay and metaphor as well.

Not too much of an option here, unless the libraries just suddenly happen to house books of fey learning.

[a beat.

she frowns, squints, and then blinks.]

...I suppose that could be the case, given the way the magic's affected people. Why not books?

What do you mean, your final opus? What are you planning on doing?

[smirking dryly:] Muddling with the fey, what else? It's what caused this kerfuffle to begin with.

Okayyyyy, but... what does that mean? I've never dealt with them before.

That's just it -- it's incredibly variable. Feywild magics are...quixotic. Unpredictable and difficult to appease intentionally. It's why things have been so...off for the past few days.

Fortunately, I think I've collected all the pieces of the staff this magic was loosed from? So I'll be trying to draw it all back in where it belongs.

And what do you think that's gonna do to you?

My guess is that I'll be shifted back to a youth, as I was prior to this if all things are set back to "before." I'm hoping this surge was completely divorced from the fey pantheons so I'll face no ire for daring to tell their power what to do. [she rolls her eyes.] But if the absence of fates here means other beings of power can poke holes in the veil? Then... [she shrugs.] Maybe I'll be punished. Or maybe Felix will appear? I can't say.

It's not exactly a solid science, I'm afraid. It's just something you do and...hope for the best! Optimism is weirdly powerful? Gods, imagine if I had more of that growing up.

I sure hope that's all that happens. [ God. All he is around this new, older Cece is stressed and perplexed. He can't get a handle on it. He always feels strangely powerless whenever magic's involved. ]

Is there anything we can do to help make it safer?

Mm...

[she does give it a moment of genuine thought, but it ultimately ends with her giving him a helpless shrug and a wincing smile.]

...Think happy thoughts?

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