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[The moment Misa wanders into this room she is greeted by the sound of excitable cawing and a mass of black feathers hurtling down to settle on her shoulder. Turns out it's a crow who runs his beak affectionately through her hair.]

It's just great to talk to you at last, Misa. I'm Oneirus, your daemon.

Daemon? I have a daemon?

Of course you do!

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[Oneirus squawks exciedly and flutters down to perch on and preen Marrok. Misa has no concept of personal space, and neither does her daemon.]

Ooh, the werewolf Light. Hiya!

[She hurtles over to hug him, because that's just the sort of mood she's in.]

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[Oneirus digs his talons in.]

We're the cutest.

That's right, the Earl said so.

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That so?

[Oneirus flutters off of Marrok and lands on Misa's shoulder.]

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[Oneirus ruffles his feathers.]

We like playing.

[Misa giggles and smiles a sharp, somewhat predatory smile.] Yes~, that's right.

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Fun~ ones.

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I play games with my enemies, games with my family, and games with people who don't matter. They all get different types of games.

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Hand to hand? Well, not particularly~. I fight in other ways.

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Electocution's Teru's thing, but I can do other stuff. Would you like to see?

[Oneirus perks up, shifting excidedly from foot to foot on Misa's shoulder.]