The little paper doll jumps up from the cake, dusts himself off, then glides over to Aziraphale's sleeve, patting it twice.
It's also a great communication tool! But I'm afraid it just works one way.
He tries to send the thoughts through, the same way he'd once begged Wen Qing to help him on the march to Xuanwu's cave. He wasn't sure it would work as well with heavenly miracle workers, but it was worth a try.
"Hmmm, it varies, I guess? On how much spiritual power I give it, and how detailed the commands. These simple sort... maybe a couple incense stick's time," he explains, "and not much, I suppose? I used to send them out to bother Lan Zhan, when we were attending classes together as teenagers. He'd crinkle them up if he caught them."
If it was while he was using the paper body as a vessel for his own though, it was hard to say. It wasn't as if he'd tested it extensively, but in any sort of spell that put the user's soul in a fragile casing as paper was bound to have consequences. If his research was right, it could be anything from losing consciousness to losing bits of what made him who he was.
"The longest I've had it last while I was using it..." he scrunches his nose for a second. The timeline was vague, since he didn't know how much time passed between activating it, and the trip back to the hotel, and then waking again in the Carpenter's operating room.
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It's also a great communication tool! But I'm afraid it just works one way.
He tries to send the thoughts through, the same way he'd once begged Wen Qing to help him on the march to Xuanwu's cave. He wasn't sure it would work as well with heavenly miracle workers, but it was worth a try.
"Hmmm, it varies, I guess? On how much spiritual power I give it, and how detailed the commands. These simple sort... maybe a couple incense stick's time," he explains, "and not much, I suppose? I used to send them out to bother Lan Zhan, when we were attending classes together as teenagers. He'd crinkle them up if he caught them."
If it was while he was using the paper body as a vessel for his own though, it was hard to say. It wasn't as if he'd tested it extensively, but in any sort of spell that put the user's soul in a fragile casing as paper was bound to have consequences. If his research was right, it could be anything from losing consciousness to losing bits of what made him who he was.
"The longest I've had it last while I was using it..." he scrunches his nose for a second. The timeline was vague, since he didn't know how much time passed between activating it, and the trip back to the hotel, and then waking again in the Carpenter's operating room.
"Several hours? I think?"