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At some point, Illyria is just going to stop wandering into Milliways on a whim, because those whims seldom if ever turn out well.

On the other hand, they do often afford some amusement when the victims of all these spells, curses, yuppie-zombifications, malevolent houses and so on are all other peopleToday? Not one of those days, as Illyria

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[brokenjilly]

There's another puppet, though, and perhaps this one is amusing? She's small, spiky and looks vaguely like a demented dryad.

She's also looking for an explanation. If Illyria has one, Jilly will be very happy.

"Um. Since you are similarly afflicted, can you maybe tell me why I am suddenly very short and have no legs?"

[perfectblue]

She gave the other puppet a cursory glance, and then made some gesture that was vaguely like a shrug, made even more vague by the fact that this new and unimproved puppet-Shell did not move with quite the grace her previous one had.

"These things occur with a distressing frequency. There is very rarely a logical explanation."

[brokenjilly]

Jilly nods. Or tries to, anyway. With her lack of joints, she makes more of an full-body bob. "I guess I can't really expect one. I mean, I haven't yet found a rational explanation for the existence of the Bar at all."

Not that she cares for one. Jilly does enjoy Mystery, in all its forms.

[perfectblue]

"It does not have one."

Not by the rules of any logic that she followed, anyway. Though Illyria's logic could be... a bit odd, to say the least.

"I would advise staying out of the way of children until you turn back into... what are you usually?"

[brokenjilly]

"A person," she says firmly. "A girl-person who functions moderately well in her life, thank you. And that's very good advice."

Jilly's curiosity is piqued, though. "What are you, normally?"

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"Now? I haven't decided," she replies, not seeming as though said indecision bothered her very much.

"I was a god once."

[brokenjilly]

Jilly blinks. It is impressive that a puppet has eyelids, but that's not important right now.

"A god? What kind of god?"

This is fascinating.

[perfectblue]

"You would've classified me as demon, perhaps," she replied, after a moment's consideration. "It is a distinction that was not made until humans appeared and gave us the name."

And took it upon themselves to lock her kind away, though she'd been dead before that happened.

[brokenjilly]

Jilly shivers a bit. This is like listening to a really good ghost story, except...

Except it's real. More or less. Even if she's wearing the wrong body and talking to another puppet.

"Were you...I mean, demon implies evil, right?"

It's all she can think to say, under the circumstances.

[perfectblue]

"Good and evil were not distinctions my kind made," she said, simply.

"I did not destroy things simply to cause pain, though destruction was my way. "

She could be cruel, but was not deliberately so by nature. That seemed the defining feature of things that humans considered evil.

[brokenjilly]

That's certainly a large part of what Jilly would call evil. One cannot do a great deal to fight one's nature, after all.

"Fair enough," Jilly says. "Did you have people to god over, or just other demon-types?"

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"Some of my followers were human. Not many. Most of my kind came before the humans who slowly banished us, one by one. There are some today that worship the idea of me still, though I think they would not if they saw me at present."

She glares down at tiny puppet hands that she doesn't think could hurt anyone very much no matter how hard she hit them, though perhaps she'd go test that theory out on some demon-bunnies later.

She's really not the sort of puppet one ought to play with.

[brokenjilly]

"You never know," Jilly says, trying for optimism. "Perhaps your current incarnation could be used as sort of a fetish item? Like in voodoo?"

The she looks at her own frame and sighs. "Probably not, though."

[perfectblue]

Illyria just stares, with an expression somewhere between baffled and horrified, which is an incredibly hard expression to make when your face doesn't really want to move all that much.

Still, she manages it.

"I would not allow myself to be used as a fetish item."

Really, she may just be so horrified because someone once gave her a copy of the Kama Sutra, and she's got a whole different connotation attached to that phrase. Or maybe she's just not down with the idea of having needles stuck into her plushy felt body.

One never can tell with an ex-goddess.