𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥

Meditation was once so easy.

- knowledge, and even then longevity is not a guarantee..." she hums solemnly.

"You are not concerned that you may yet become him?" She wonders, stifling her amusement at the idea of Humans being superior. They'd gotten close once, but that had been dealt with.

"But, indeed. Being considered a superior force requires building upon your own successes and -

- more harm than good."

"Based on your description, I am inclined to agree."

The displeasure is rather evident in her voice.

"They sound rather... disappointing. Standing on the achievements of others is no strength. It only proves their own ineptitude. And the act genocide of others is needless, often doing -

I presume you refer to a particular occupation, but how would you know you're the 'best'?

The galaxy is expansive, and there is much competition within it.

"I wouldn't say your current self is scary, so perhaps you should. It may aid you in retrieving your stolen sweets... although that depends entirely on how imposing this other you is.

Otherwise, all I can offer is an alcoholic beverage."

"Aya, it certainly [hits the mark], doesn't it?

What guise do you intend to don for this celebration of yours?"

Is this considered appropriate for this odd little Human tradition?

Halloween...?

The Seedling Star is well stocked.

This one could be considered creamy with a dash of spice. I think it would suit this rather well.

*She hums.*

That one... could. But I do not believe the flavours would compliment well enough. There is another, it is similar to your liqueurs.

The stars go out one by one.

If that had been her intention, she would have delivered it to them instead.

Alas...

So that you are remembered?

Indeed.

All things have their place.

Is longevity not a concern for all?

That her gift was cast aside so easily—

Next time she'll fix them to his desk.

Aya.

*She sips a little more.*

The other has its place, but this is a level above. You have outdone yourself.

@lordadmiralhood.bsky.social seems to have a 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 for bureaucracy, and so she bequeaths unto his desk the first two Numbers of the Mantle.

In thick hardcover paper form.

Don't ask how she got in.

*Trying a small sip, she nods in contentment.*

It is certainly an improvement. You have my thanks.

Not all are worthy of having a voice.

Wonderful.

We shall see how this [measures up].

That could be better...

Although, I must state my preference for non-animal milk to be used in this concoction.

Indeed, and I have a proclivity for a certain level of... extravagance.

It is adequate.

🎨 Rrrrrrice_

"Subpar."