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For as long as Cali could remember she’d had the good angel, bad devil thing going on. Of course she didn’t actually see little cartoonesque figures sitting on her shoulders trying to persuade her to their point of view, that would just make her bat shit crazy.
No, it was more a case of the voice of reason duking it out with the voice of temptation and Cali had been ringside for some spectacular, knock down, drag out fights.
Ultimately though, being of sound mind and body despite what it sounded like, Cali decided the outcome which rarely boded well for Reason Angel. With Cali usually rooting for Temptation Devil, coupled with the fact that the imagined angel never resorted to below the belt tactics, meant that as much of a fight as reason angel put up, she invariably lost.
The rare occasions Reason Angel did win were usually shallow victories occurring when Cali, always a sucker for an underdog, was feeling repentant or when she wasn’t in the mood for her fabricated Temptation Devils gloating. He really liked to rub his victories in.
Honestly, not bat shit crazy.
She’d created her imaginary pugilists so long ago it was only natural they should develop personalities, 2D just wasn’t Cali’s style. But despite the eccentric element of their existence, they were there to keep her out of trouble.
Not that she didn’t know wrong from right, she was after all the puppet master of the imaginary good angel and bad devil. No, she knew right only too well, well at least her queens version of right. The trouble was that she liked wrong, she liked it a lot, and after almost one hundred years of life wrong wasn’t even close to wearing thin. Cali put it down to two things; rebellion and curiosity. As a Bijou ruled by a queen with a very strict set of rules rebellion seemed a natural side effect but what made her need for rebellion worse were the consequences for breaking those rules were so severe she had to hide her rebellion which proved less than satisfying.
On the other side of the coin was the rampant curiosity she’d been created with, a curiosity that filled her with a perpetual need for discovery.
Need? Way too mild a word.
Compulsion was probably more apt, no obsession, definitely obsession. Cali was obsessed with learning new information and what she couldn’t get from books she got from life, crippling rules withstanding. Whenever it was peaked her curiosity demanded to be satisfied, leaving her with little choice but to indulge it. It was bordering on being a disability. Hell, instead of punishing her her fellow Bijoux should be holding charity collections for her.
Instead they were perhaps one or two more mishaps away from burning her at the stake and all because her curiosity had irrevocably screwed up her and her twins lives forever. Correction, they didn’t care about her life but her twins? Now that was a travesty they couldn’t bare. Cali had screwed up good and proper on that one. The ultimate epic fail.
Where were you on that one reason angel?
But one thing she’d learnt over her long life was her curiosity couldn’t be ignored and it was that curiosity that had her stood outside a dodgy looking pub on aptly named Shoot up Hill and not because of gun crime. She’d bet the lights in the toilets were fluorescent blue making it that much harder for those inclined to find a vein.
Hardly her kind of place but she’d sensed Sempiternus inside and her feet had frozen of their own accord. Of all the rules the queen enforced avoiding the so called ‘ever living’ was the biggest. Even though the Bijoux were Sempiternus themselves apparently they were better than and above all other Semps and as such were forbidden to have anything to do with them. It was one of the few rules Cali tried to stick to as the aforementioned ruination of her and her twins lives? Yep, Semp related.