bwuh what am i doing

[tempered_by]

[Hey, Dear Mun, here's an unusual sight. A towering, twisted humanoid made of crystal (or, perhaps, glass) stalking about. It clocks in about 8 feet on mauled legs, and seems to be missing the lower half of one arm. A long tail assembled of gargantuan vertebrae runs scores through the ground as it drags behind it, and all in all it appears very... agitated. Approach?]

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[greeedycat]

[Hey, see this icon.

Yeah?

Replace the doll with Agni.]

[tempered_by]

[Agni is not having a very nice day.

First is the fact of getting riled into activity in the first place. It's never gone well, outside of the Snowlands, not that things were all that nice back IN there. But it's better than the utter lack of RESPECT.

Like getting prodded at by some ponce in some awful yellow checkers.

I will not abide by it, oh no. No more poking and tossing and questions and WHAT IS THAT THING. That thing is a demon, thank you very much, and it would very kindly like to make you scream and bleed for your disrespect, if you please.

No, not even if you please. I think I will regardless.

After what seems to be a long moment of still brooding in response to Cazali's prod, the creature's remaining knives-like hand flashes out to bitch-slap from initiating the next round of tapping.]

[greeedycat]

[Well excuuuuuuuuuuuse him, princess, he's trying to Do Science and you gotta be all bitchy about it. Claws? Man, he has sharper claws, and simply let them dig in, making a :/ face and spewing a few cell medals.

This is dear_mun, far from his worries of obtaining sufficient cell medals. Your swipes mean shit.]

Touuuu~chy!~ [Caz scooped up a cell medal, rolling it on his fingers.] I'd be willing to share, if you were polite about it. Sheesh~

[tempered_by]

[It doesn't need a face to communicate its surprise when coins, not blood, goes flying out. Seeing red running across its facets it had expected. The tantalizing, instinctually attractive sound of clinking coins - well hi. Agni falls away from Cazali once the cell medals pop up, stumbling back and keeping balance only for that skeletal tail.

Coins! But so small - fractions? ...souls so reduced to be fit for a demon. I am so sharp as to cut away a piece of the physical soul in these outsiders?

It has a burning need to figure out /what the hell is going on here./]

[greeedycat]

[Hmmmmmm~ Is a burning need like a desiiiiiiiiiire, Agni-chan~? He drew closer, coin still tumbling lazily across his knuckles.]

What's wrong~? Cat got your tongue?

[Lookin' for a coin slot...! And there- the cell medal was aimed at the awaiting hole, using the back of his wrist to flick it at ridic speeds. Here, Agni, have a sample. It's on the house.]

[tempered_by]

[The fact that this - human? - expected it to be able to talk was inherently confusing. Outside of the Snowlands, the main reaction seemed to be 'monster,' not 'thinking being capable of communication.'

But puzzling out the arcane motives and thought processes of others wasn't Agni's skill, much as it had osmosis'd from its time with Zoe. Agni's schtick was always more along the lines of quiet, submissive conviction in creator-given instincts. The flung coin comes at a complete surprise to either Agni-thinking style of Zoe-thinking style.

For a moment, there's visible bands of aged wrappings appearing about the demon's lanky body. They vanish a moment later.]

...It merged to me. What fool takes a bit of themselves and gives it to a demon - what a miraculous idiot! Ahahahaha!

[As it had been a desire for understanding Cazali had kindled, there seemed to be some odd effects upon the creature to overcome its disability in that front. Mainly, it could talk now. It didn't seem to notice any difference, though. The voice was wrong in timbre and tone, either a little low or a little high, never quite fitting in any idea of masculine or feminine sound.

And if you think that sounds Wrong, wait 'til you hear that laugh.]

[greeedycat]

[Oh, it sounded Wrong all right- but the same had said when he had taken human tongue. Caz waited patiently to see those bands, growing all the more infuriatingly smug when the speech was finally audible.]

'Miraculous idiot', hm~? [He grinned twofold, letting his hands drop and swish behind his back for a moment.] What fool takes their newfound helper and insults them~?

[tempered_by]

[The laugh abruptly snaps to a close when Cazali responds to its words.]

What.

..what is it you did, exactly? To make this a voice, honorable helper.

[It looms forward a bit, unconsciously reflecting the growing impatience to know within it.]