[Now, Michael is an immortal daemon, and he's seen and done a lot of things in his time.
Right now, a specific incident maybe seventy-five years ago comes to mind. He'd encountered some weird mushroom-looking people in the Outlands and, curious about these things he'd never seen before, immediately tried to suck out and consume their souls. Judging from the fact that a short, shouty Italian human had then jumped on what passed for his head until he left, his conclusion was that mushroom souls were incredibly hallucinogenic, and he'd never gone back.
That was a long time ago, and Michael doesn't look a thing like he did then. He never bothered disguising himself as a human in the Outlands; that'd be just dangerous. But he's got a very good memory, which is why when he walks out of the student union and sees Mario, he immediately drops the table he was dragging with a loud thunk.]
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Right now, a specific incident maybe seventy-five years ago comes to mind. He'd encountered some weird mushroom-looking people in the Outlands and, curious about these things he'd never seen before, immediately tried to suck out and consume their souls. Judging from the fact that a short, shouty Italian human had then jumped on what passed for his head until he left, his conclusion was that mushroom souls were incredibly hallucinogenic, and he'd never gone back.
That was a long time ago, and Michael doesn't look a thing like he did then. He never bothered disguising himself as a human in the Outlands; that'd be just dangerous. But he's got a very good memory, which is why when he walks out of the student union and sees Mario, he immediately drops the table he was dragging with a loud thunk.]
What the fuck.