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Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64?

[As night falls, silhouetting the castle in shadow, a tiny form can be found standing on the path outside. Mouth agape, she's got her head tilted back as she stares in wide-eyed wonder at the building in front of her. Clutched in her hands, a forgotten book (which, unbeknownst to her, happens to be her journal) dangles open, pages swinging in her careless grip.]

Woah...

[someone's not in Tyson, anymore.]

[Loss start! Feel free to find her outside the castle, bug her over the journals or, if you'd prefer, find her once she starts exploring. Because she won't stand still for long]

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[Crowley's just wandering about, hating his existence a little bit, you know how it goes.

He pauses when he notices the little kid]

Great. More children. That's what this place needs.

[You didn't see many castles in Tyson. Expecting clapboard houses and water pumps and outhouses, the towering stone edifice was enough to leave the girl stunned.

But she's well aware of people around her. It's a skill that, even know, she's carefully cultivated. Best to know when the boys were home and Mama was in a hurry and would get mad at her being underfoot.

What gets her to stare isn't him being there. It's his suit. Moneyed people were even less common than castles, really, and she blinks blue eyes at him as she tries to figure out how she's ended up in a story...like the ones she heard on the radio programs that Mama would sometimes turn on.

Castles and suits and magic...her eyes narrow slightly as she looks at him a little harder. Then up at the building. Then back to him. A small seed of an idea might have settled in place] Is this your castle?

[well then, here's Duran trotting about. He's resigned himself to helping his crazy mistress with these weird 'community reforming acts of kindness' bullshit. Life was so much simpler when they actually fought tangible monsters and bad guys. And when he was metallic and carried high caliber firearms, but that's another story altogether.

So, have a rather large white wolf looking curiously at this lost-looking kid and trying to figure out what his mistress would want him to do.]

[Jilly has always been an odd sort of child.

Very odd.

The castle might have thrown her, but when she realizes there's another presence, she turns to look...and doesn't even blink. He's huge, compared to her, his red eyes level with hers, but she simply holds out her hand as if he was one of the neighborhood dogs] Puppy!

[he just stands there for a moment, vaguely wondering if it's the fluffiness factor that's making people stop being afraid of him. He steps forward and politely sniffs her outstretched hand.

...

Have a cold wet nose pushing itself into your face for a more definitive sniff, kid. Weird. You're mistress' friend, just. Oddly smaller.]

[she gives a squeal of surprise that quickly devolves into laughter, tiny hands pushing into his fur. Thankfully, she's careful not to pull. Even this young, she has no desire to hurt other creatures]

[well, he seems to have caught himself a small human.

He stays still for a few moments and then gently disentangles himself. Carefully taking a sleeve between his teeth, he gives a few meaningful tugs toward the general direction of his mistress, lets go and starts walking towards her.]

[she gives the castle one last, curious glance, before falling into step beside the wolf. Every few steps she has to fall into a somewhat awkward run, trying to keep up with his leggy strides, but she seems perfectly content to follow him.

In her four-year-old mind, there's no way this could be a bad thing]

[he glances back as she does her little run. Weighing his options, he finally lowers himself to the ground and then points his nose at his back. It'll be faster this way.]

[her steps stumble to a stop, one tiny hand moving to rest against his side. She watches him curiously as he stands still...and then lays down beside her. Unfortunately for him, she doesn't immediately get his meaning. Small fingers running through fur, her head tilts slightly]

Are you tired, Puppy?

[there's a soft exhalation, and then he's underneath her and surging up to his paws. He stands still, craning his head backwards to see if the kid is holding on or if he's dropped her or something.]

[his first sign that he's succeeded is the way her fingers tighten on his fur, grasping tight as she's lifted off her feet. For a moment, there's just stunned silence. Then her feet begin to swing lightly, brushing his sides, and she laughs]

[oh good. There's the slightest wag of his tail and then he starts walking, smoothly moving up to his usual fast trot.

He's bringing her to the fountain in the garden. If she squints, she can see a small figure sitting at the edge of the fountain, looking up at the dark sky.]

[small children wandering about outside? of course he'll sneak up on her. it builds character.]

What's a kid like you doing outside this late at night?

[Crowley snorts a little]

Despite many allegations to the contrary, no. I'm stuck here just as everyone else.

You're new, I take it.

[He couldn't shake the feeling he knew her. It wasn't something he got from faces, of course, but by souls. Demons have a good memory for souls. Helps with long-term corruption and all that. But this was young and new and a bit...off. He couldn't place it]

[she holds on gamely, perfectly comfortable on the large animal's back. She doesn't even pull his fur (too much)]

[she whirls a little at the sudden voice, but the sudden beating of her heart calms almost immediately when she realizes it's not one of her brothers.

There's a bit of wariness...but certainly not as much as there probably should have been] I was playin'.

[Which...is entirely true. And doesn't explain at all how she ended up here]

[she gives him a confused look. Four-year-olds generally don't know what allegations are, Crowley. And she doesn't understand what he means by new.]

I'm four.

[Practically all grown up. He was obviously mistaken]

[Natsuki's sitting at the edge of the fountain, dark blue hair rolling down her back in a wave. Hands in long elegant gloves languidly play with a small flower. A soft breeze passes through, rustling that ridiculously short skirt and why the fuck does she need a bow on both her chest and the small of her back? Honestly, that tiara is not going to disguise her by /anybody's/ definition. And god knows how the hell she fights in those high heeled boots. This is the dumbest piece o -

Natsuki turns to look at the newcomers, looking oddly at peace with the world.]

Hello, Duran. And who do we have here?

[woah.

The little girl's eyes go wide as she looks at the pretty girl sitting by the fountain. The tiara is her first clue, followed by the dress and her cool, collected stance.

And, you know, the fact that she's sitting by a castle.

Arms wrapped around Duran's neck, she's suddenly a little shy, cuddling close to him. She's never met a princess before]

[nope, no hiding. 'Cause Duran is walking right up to Natsuki.

She places a hand on his head, ruffling the fur a little and then looks at the girl, the faintest hint of a smile on her lips.]

I am Sailor Silver Ice Crystal.

[gosh, could her name get any more complicated]

[that's...quite a lot to take in. Jilly contemplates it for a moment before deciding that it's much too much to try and repeat, so she wiggles a bit as she sits up straighter]

...I'm Jillian.

[huh... you smell familiar, little girl. at least he doesn't seem particularly threatening, being not-that-tall and wearing sneakers and a t-shirt and all that.]

Playing what?

Pleased to meet you, Jillian.

[an odd fit of gallantry, and then she's holding the flower out to the girl]

You can call me Natsuki.

[awww, flower. She takes it, holding the stem with a great deal of care for someone so young, before looking back up at Natsuki with a mix of awe and confusion]

But you said your name was Sailor...Sailor Crystal.

[close enough]

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