obscure cannon about a necromancer, now featuring a succubine

[deathinangora]

Hello, darling!

[ From the waist up, she could be mistaken for a mortal. The smiling woman has rich red hair, a disarming smile, and an alluring form: attractive in a shallow and "really very beautiful" sort of way.

Waist down, she is a spider. Too may legs can give that impression. "Succubine" is far more fitting, though. ]

Mundane is too mundane, so let's go with something a little flashier, shall we? Munnie? Maybe munner? No, too much like Murmur. You don't want to be compared to that stuffy know-it-all, do you? Munnie it is!

Dunno what it is you summoned me for, but it's good to have a bit of a stretch and all. When does the fun start? I wouldn't mind a snack and a chance to show off this sweater. Won't even take a nip at you.

Unless you want me to!

Look, I'll even dib!

Comments

[powderburn]

[...You know, the problem with being unwillingly pulled into a world of intrigue and magic and secret societies is that people don't tend to warn you about weird shit.]

[Don't mind the gawping mortal, this is brain-breaking.]

Y-y-your legs, they're...!

[deathinangora]

[ Oh, gawping is all fine and well. ]

I have nice legs, yes, but look. [ Zarenyia stretches her arms and grins widely at the poor mortal. ] It's angora! [ Sorry, not your conventional devil. ]

[kittysdragon]

[Huh. Well Lockheed has met a long of strange people and races - and is himself a one foot tall purple dragon from deep space - but this is something unusual.]

Hm. Guessing yeh now from around here, huh? Heed knows some Spider types but not one quite so... ah, spidery.

Hope yeh not thinking of snacking on me anyway.

[monsterindeed]

Zarenyia.

[Well, that's just a whole boatload of conflicting emotions. Thanks for that, really, it isn't as though he has better things to do than take a bracing stroll down Memory Lane.]

[deathinangora]

[ Come now, Johannes. Memory lane might not be pearly and white washed, but all of that snot is boring. What of fishcakes and angora? ]

Johannes! You did think of me again. Ready to make things around here less boring?

[monsterindeed]

[Do not bring up the fishcake. He's still miffed about the fishcake.

...but it is possibly nice to see Zarenyia again. Possibly. As nice as anything ever is for Johannes, anyway.]

That depends upon what you mean by "less boring", I suppose. At the moment I have no known candidates for your... particular skill set.

[deathinangora]

Piff! You still can't say it, can you? Shagging them to death. Lethal orgasms. [ She winks. ] I'm sure I can find a few if you care to take a gander for science.

I'm also still waiting on that lecture on 'discipline.'

[ It was a perfectly good fishcake, anf well rounded for the likes of Pandæmonium. ] Murder and fun, Johannes. You still have that fishcake, don't you? [ So she brings it up. ]

[monsterindeed]

[Excuse her. He could say it if he wanted to, he just doesn't deem it necessary. He is the one that coined the term "lethal orgasms", after all. As for taking a gander for science...] I had quite enough opportunity to observe your methods the last time we met. My notes are up to date, presuming you haven't developed any new techniques.

[Pause.]

Which, if you have, I neither want to hear about nor witness them.

[He's going to ignore the comment about the fishcake in the hopes she'll let it go.] You haven't changed.

[deathinangora]

[ Uh huh. She is so convinced. By the way, in case your sarcasm has lapsed since the last time you met, that was sarcasm. She is grinning now, and slipping her arms around him lazily from behind. Innocently, and at lest in angora this time. ] You were studying me closely, then?

Come now. You're curious. I'm interesting.

We could strike out on another adventure? No binding necessary [ Oh, there is no chance of that. ] Just grab your fishcake and we'll be off!

[ And that grin broadens. ] Would you want me to change?

[monsterindeed]

[Cabal is less than enthusiastic about this unsolicited affection, and it shows in the way his shoulders stiffen. A kiss on the forehead is one thing, hugging is quite another, thank you, and besides... it's been some time. He's no longer used to her casually sensual nature, nor armored against it.]

Madam, I would thank you if you would unhand me.

[Coldly polite, although after a moment's pause he seems to thaw a little.]

I was referring to the sweater, although in retrospect it strikes me as unlikely that you've any need for laundering.