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Here is a demon. The demon is in his swimming pool.
He doesn't swim naked, so he takes the summon anyway.
demon cam vs the clam planet
from_scratch
near-the-sun
Elarron looks at the clam.
"Okay, I guess I can see the resemblance. ...What am I supposed to do with this?"
"Okay, I guess I can see the resemblance. ...What am I supposed to do with this?"
from_scratch
"I usually do think about that before I casually make things," says Cam. "Oops. If you don't think it's decorative I can just turn it into sand."
near-the-sun
He snorts. "It's pretty enough, I guess." After a moment's reflection, he hands it to Inlaith. "Deal with this."
slash-of-gold
And then they are up the hill and through the gate and past the guards and on the first left they find a room containing two bat-winged men engaged in conversation. It's much larger than it needs to be for two people to have a conversation in it.
One of the pair is clearly a Kevarsin, with a Kevarsin face, Kevarsin wings - they match Faidre's almost exactly - and a Kevarsin tail. He is in the middle of making some sort of wry commentary not audible at this distance.
One of the pair is clearly a Kevarsin, with a Kevarsin face, Kevarsin wings - they match Faidre's almost exactly - and a Kevarsin tail. He is in the middle of making some sort of wry commentary not audible at this distance.
honest-opinion
The other is cast in a somewhat different mold. Leaner, taller, seemingly tailless, although still clawed and fanged and elf-eared. His wings are plain black, his hair brown. He looks up when the five of them walk in.
"Faidre. Troublemakers," he greets, with the faintest hint of a smile. Then he looks at Cam, noting the rounded ears and the goggles and the unusual tail. "Who's this?"
"Faidre. Troublemakers," he greets, with the faintest hint of a smile. Then he looks at Cam, noting the rounded ears and the goggles and the unusual tail. "Who's this?"
adapt-again
"A false-winged visitor from another world," says Faidre. "Elarron produced him somehow. He can make arbitrary objects out of nothing." He glances at Cam and makes a go-on-then gesture perhaps intended to elicit the conjuration of an object.
from_scratch
"...Does anybody actually need any arbitrary objects right now or should I just make another clam...?"
honest-opinion
"You could get right to the point and conjure a force cannon, but it would be hard to fit out the door," the man with the black wings says dryly. "For demonstrative purposes, perhaps a light-wand."
from_scratch
"I don't know what those things are because I am from a completely different world with an unrelated magic system and dissimilar physics!" chirps Cam. "Also I haven't decided if I want to make you weapons yet and cannot, given the aforementioned, guarantee that a light-wand isn't one. Who wants a donut hole? They're delicious." He holds out a donut hole, chocolate glazed.
bright-morning
"A light-wand is a solid gold cylinder, usually approximately six inches long, optionally engraved in useful patterns. It projects a beam of light when activated," says Inlaith. "Harmless unless you shine it in someone's eyes unexpectedly." He sniffs the donut hole but does not move to take it.
honest-opinion
The king's full attention settles on Cam the moment the food item appears.
"Let's suppose for the moment that you can make us weapons," he says. "How might I convince you to do it?"
"Let's suppose for the moment that you can make us weapons," he says. "How might I convince you to do it?"
from_scratch
"I am told that you are under attack by evil aliens who don't believe in diplomacy," says Cam. "If this is true I am happy to either load you up on miscellaneous cylinders or just go blow them all up myself, whichever seems more expedient. But I have been told this by people who were selected for drawing what turn out to be really dangerous patterns on the floor, have no cultural or social context or way to verify anything I'm told, etcetera, it concerns me. I am genuinely concerned about your halved population and so on but I would feel really bad about it if your evil aliens are just misguided insectoids or something and then they were all dead."
honest-opinion
"You're welcome to go look at them yourself. I can spare the forces to guard you so you don't get yourself killed and deprive me of my chance at miscellaneous cylinders."
from_scratch
"I'm indestructible," says Cam. "...Although I'm not actually sure I'm rated for legitimately magical damage. If the evil aliens deploy magical damage, or possibly Weird Physics Damage, I might have a problem, so maybe somebody should try to blow a hole in my wing or something first as a test."
from_scratch
"Give me four seconds' warning so I can anesthetize myself, but sure, I have nowhere else to be."
honest-opinion
He glances between Faidre and the not-yet-introduced Kevarsin and gives a small shrug.
adapt-again
He extends a hand toward Cam and produces an intensely concentrated fire blast which strikes the outstretched wing.