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Ari is patrolling the streets of scenic Vancouver! Well, actually he's just going to visit Peter, but he's keeping an eye out for monsters along the way. It's a nice night, monsters like ruining that kind of thing. The streets are more or less deserted, it being 2:00 AM on a Tuesday. Ari whistles cheerfully.
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bitterchill
"Oh. I don't like Mouse. He's a dick. ...Your mom doesn't have, like, some kind of objection to me teaching you curse words, right?"
campanas
"Well, more any things for to feeding people here, after killed this one thing?" wonders Pen. "Safer bring him?"
bitterchill
"I mean, you'll see in a minute. Continue, continue, the dialogue in this bit doesn't actually make a difference."
bitterchill
The mouse turns out to be a demon! THIS WAS ENTIRELY UNEXPECTED
Then the screen goes black and the origin is over. "I hunger," says Ari ridiculously ominously. "I'm gonna go kitchenwards for snacking purposes."
bitterchill
Ari surveys food supplies. "These are all boring," he declares. "D'you mind waiting a couple of minutes so we can get good food?"
bitterchill
"Nah, just takeout. I never really learned to cook, groceries aren't my style."
bitterchill
Ari whips an Oriental rug off the floor, revealing a ring set into the hardwood made of braided iron, silver, copper, and gold. He conjures a wind to clean it of dust and detritus, then sets up several items around it, along with a number of candles. He snaps his fingers to light the candles, then sets up the velcro circle for himself. Once he's inside, he intones a Name three times.
A portly demon in a striped hat appears and begins halfheartedly savaging the boundary of the circle. His heart clearly isn't in it, however, and he leaves off after a few moments. "Now that's out of the way, what can I do for you, summoner?"
"Pen, any preferences?"
A portly demon in a striped hat appears and begins halfheartedly savaging the boundary of the circle. His heart clearly isn't in it, however, and he leaves off after a few moments. "Now that's out of the way, what can I do for you, summoner?"
"Pen, any preferences?"
campanas
"I don't know what Earth foods are there," Pen points out. "Haven't ever been an Earth, only an alike where is not so much of technology."
bitterchill
"Hm. Let's play it safe, then. Italian, preferably including pizza."
"Certainly. I'll take five ounces of pixie dust as payment, or equivalent."
"Highway robbery," Ari mutters, but he nods. "The pact is sealed. Kal'gzxoth, return to your hellish realm and procure what I desire within five minutes' time. Go!"
The demon vanishes with the smell of applewood-smoked pork.
"Certainly. I'll take five ounces of pixie dust as payment, or equivalent."
"Highway robbery," Ari mutters, but he nods. "The pact is sealed. Kal'gzxoth, return to your hellish realm and procure what I desire within five minutes' time. Go!"
The demon vanishes with the smell of applewood-smoked pork.
bitterchill
"Bread, cheese, sauce, various additional delicious things often but not always involving meat. Italian in general contains lots of bread and pasta and creamy sauces and garlic. God damn I am hungry right now. I'd be eating the furniture if Sally wouldn't get irritable about it."
campanas
"...Furniture for eat?" asks Pen, looking dubiously at a chair.
campanas
Pen's English is pentagoned, so she retrieves this word after a moment's thought. "Oh."
