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[Filtered to Guy//~~Ridiculously hackable~~ Unhackable]

Hey, Guy? My hair's getting kind of long... Could you come cut it for me? I'd do it myself, but I can't really see back there...

[Filtered to Ion//~~So hackable it hurts~~ Unhackable]

Ion, can I talk to you? It's important.

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[Now that those are out of the way, Luke rests his chin in his hand and stares off to the side, lost in thought. The thing he wanted to talk to Ion about... It's been weighing heavily on his mind ever since he heard it. Luke isn't sure what to think of it, or even how to feel about it. There's a sort of happiness inside him, sure, but... he can't deny the hesitation and confusion he feels. So, after a few minutes, he opens up the journal again to ask the general populace:]

What do you think it means to have a soul?

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Perfectly fine with me, I can leave right away.

Is the fountain in the shopping center all right?

That will be fine, yes.

I imagine it will be much easier for you to find me than I you, given I am somewhat blind. I should be the only one there wearing a blindfold.

Got it. I'll be right there.

[And Guy really will be, thank goodness his house is so close.]

[Cheyenne's home is a little bit farther away, so he'll probably have a few minutes of wait until the girl wearing a blindfold shows up. For someone who claims to eat souls, she doesn't look very intimidating... and the pink coat helps nothing.]

[Hey, he's fought battle lolis that tried to blast his head off with magic. Guard is still up.]

Miss illusionist, I presume? Sorry, I didn't catch your name. I'm Guy.

That is correct. [She turns to look at Guy as he speaks up, giving a polite curtsy.] And I am Cheyenne.

You mentioned previously that you wished for me to feed from your soul before I met with Luke. If that is still the case, I would recommended finding somewhere to sit. Harmless though my illusions may be, they can be a bit disorientating for those who have never experienced them. I would so dislike for you to fall and injure yourself accidentally.

Not a problem. [Guy has a seat on a nearby bench when it occurs to him that there could actually be a problem after all.]

Err- You don't have to touch the person while you do this, right?

Not at all, no. [She frowns.]

It would be rather unfortunate were that the case, seeing as my kind is incapable of touching other creatures... but that will not be an issue, as the process is done through sight alone.

All right then. [...he's not quite sure what else is needed of him, so.]

Uh, I guess I'm ready.

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Very well. I need you to close your eyes. Do not look until I say so.

[She moves to begin untying her blindfold.] Under no circumstances are you to open your eyes until I say so.

[This whole thing reeks of a trap, but Guy goes along with it against his better judgment. He obediently closes his eyes though his hand rests uneasily on the hilt of the katana at his hip.]

All right, I won't.

[She stays absolutely silent for nearly a minute before speaking up.] You may open your eyes.

[And when he does, the village is gone. No longer is Guy sitting on a bench, but on a bed. It even feels like a bed! Warm sunlight is shining in from the opens windows, illuminating the room that ought to be very familiar to him: it was an exact copy of Luke's bedroom in Baticul. Cheyenne was no longer standing in front of him, but was instead seated on the windowsill. Although her blindfold was gone, her eyes were still hidden from sight.]

I hope you do not mind the location. I merely chose to reflect the memory of a place you might be familiar with...

[It's very jarring to realize that he's suddenly in Luke's room, back in Baticul. He hasn't been here in...years.

Guy's already up on his feet before it actually registers that he stood up; the little girl -or whatever she is- is sitting on the windowsill he, Guy, would usually occupy when chatting aimlessly with Luke over everything or nothing at all.

Something like nostalgia mixed with longing pangs in his chest and he makes a fist, sitting back down.]

It's fine. So this is part of your illusion, right?

[Cheyenne notices those spikes of emotion, but isn't quite sure what to make of them... she nods.] Yes. You are free to move around within the illusion as you wish, as your physical body will neither move nor speak. To the average passerby, you are simply sitting while I am standing in front of you.

[A pause.] However, I would recommend against traveling too far. This illusion is rather weak and will extend no further than what you can see.

I'll stick close, then.

[Guy tilts his head; everything feels very familiar. It doesn't even feel like he's still sitting on the bench.]

So are you eating my soul as we speak, then?

That is correct. The more powerful the illusion, the more I am feeding. At their strongest, the illusions can become such that you would be unaware an illusion is occurring at all.

[She stretches an arm out the window towards the garden.] However, even a powerful illusion has an escape. One only need to fight against what they see for the illusion to break. In this case, it would be to run outside the bounds of the illusion itself.

Although I do not wish to imply you have reason to distrust me, I always feel it necessary to explain the weakness of my illusions, just in case the need ever arise in which you would must break from one yourself.

[Guy nods toward the bedroom door.]

So if I were to walk out that door, I'd wake up.

Would that hurt either of us?

Although it would cause no pain, it would be far more disorientating than if I were to end the illusion myself. My illusions are capable of affecting all the senses, from touch to scent.

Given I cannot see my own illusions when they are a reflection of your memories, I cannot say for sure how comfortable you would be transitioning from your present surroundings back to the winter landscape of the village...

Is your presence here with me part of the illusion? [Guy pokes the mattress.] I guess not, since none of this is actually physical.

You are very perceptive. Yes, I am an illusion within my own illusions. In reality, I am standing right in front of you, unmoving.

Hmm...

Could you release the illusion for me then, please? I think I've seen all I wanted to see.

[Without a word, everything around Guy slowly begins to fade away. Her, the bed, the garden outside the window... soon enough, there's a bright flash of light and Guy is once more sitting on the bench. In front of him, Cheyenne is tying the blindfold back over her eyes.]

Although my illusions usually leave one feeling a bit tired when they are finished, seeing as the illusion I used had been rather weak, you shouldn't feel any such ill effects.

[Guy blinks, rubbing his eyes and giving himself a moment to get used to his surroundings.]

Well, thank you for taking the time to show me how this all works, I do appreciate it.

It is no trouble at all. Although, now that you have seen my powers first hand, does this mean you have no objections in my meeting with Luke?

I still have a few objections, but nothing strong enough for me to stick my nose further into your business. [Guy stands and stretches; sitting in the cold made his shoulders stiff.] You've probably already figured out what my reaction would be if he was hurt somehow, but I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt and trust that won't happen.

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