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[implantsgrace]

Ah... [Grace is, once again, in a hotel of some kind. She sits, quite comfortably, as what looks like a large fox paces in front of her. He pauses every few seconds, sniffing the air, flicking his tail.]

How am I going to hide this brute, I wonder? [The daemon pauses, gives a harsh barking laugh and then continues to pace. Grace shoots him a look

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[sandinmyboots]

Hey, Kefka!

[Kefka, sitting on a bed with vibrant covers, cocks his head to answer a feminine voice from nowhere.]

What's that, Miriam?

I think this means I'm not real!

Don't be silly, my dear! We've always been together! I'm sure Grace just forgot temporarily because of a virus. [And he turns to the camera.] What do you think, Grace?

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[implantsgrace]

It may be. [The fox-wolf raises his head, looks at Grace and then back into the camera.]

You're speaking sense. Finally. [He lays his head back down.] Stubborn woman...

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[sandinmyboots]

This one listens. It's quite lovely. He knows that he can trust himself, if not anyone else.

[Kefka cocks his head again; clever eyes may notice the green beetle hanging on his earlobe.]

I've always had Miriam, and I remember everyone else having daemons, but no one seems to remember. This suggests a virus, doesn't it?

It could be either way.

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[implantsgrace]

[The fox-wolf just gives one quick nod, before standing up. He paces the room around Grace in long, quick strides; eyes looking for around for no apparent reason. Grace, herself, is still seated and as calm as always.]

Either way, we will see in a few days. It matters little. [Her daemon pauses, just for a minute to give his signature bark-laugh before continuing his pacing.]

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[sandinmyboots]

Of course it matters. There is plenty of meaning to be found in a soul.

So perhaps if I write them down, it would be a clue!

But most of them are Earth animals.

...Yes. Although now that makes me wonder. Book!

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I demand you hide this conversation by the powers vested in me!

Does your daemon have robot parts?

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[implantsgrace]

[Lugaid stops for a minute, he looks deep into the camera.]

No.

Merely because I have cybernetic implants doesn't mean my soul has them as well.

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[sandinmyboots]

No need to be insulted! I know of people whose daemons changed with other changes, so.

To resettle is to be more than human.

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[implantsgrace]

Resettle... How does changing her physical body change my shape? Would yours change if you got a haircut?

Enough, Lugaid.

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[sandinmyboots]

Depends on the significance of the haircut, I suppose.

Miriam!

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[implantsgrace]

I have had these implants for most of life--I'm pretty sure I would know.

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[sandinmyboots]

I suppose. I simply wonder since there have been people who had their daemons resettle after having body modifications; is it simply on my world?

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[implantsgrace]

It would depend--what the implants are, is no different than getting a pierced ear or changing one's clothes. It's merely with muscle and bone and tissue--it does not change your self.

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[sandinmyboots]

That's not how cybernetics works for us. It needs magic to work properly, and magic always has some effect on the soul, although it's usually fairly minor.

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[implantsgrace]

There is no magic involved here, merely harnessing the body's natural electrical impulses into something more powerful.

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[sandinmyboots]

We need to use electrical magic to have that safely happen. Our technology's not advanced enough to do without.

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[implantsgrace]

Understandable, my world is...quite advanced, indeed.