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Cam is out flying. There's a decent cloud of atmosphere around the gold plane, now, millenia of demons making air around themselves for comfort and not sealing it up because why would you bother. There's a small forest, here - the effect is kind of ruined by the lamps it has to grow under, but it's still pretty.
He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -
from_scratch
Lynn makes a little hissing sound, and straightens up. Her arms grow fur and long, sharp looking claws. She looks at Cam with piercing eyes that glow white. Her face is a mask of barely controlled fury.
"You are unlike any demon I have ever seen before," she hisses. "Explain."
"You are unlike any demon I have ever seen before," she hisses. "Explain."
from_scratch
"Holy shit, wow, calm down," says Cam, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "I think this is an alternate universe from my usual one. I'm pretty typically shaped for a demon from mine."
from_scratch
"What, do you want me to saw my wings off? Would that make it better?" exclaims Cam. "What do you want?"
from_scratch
"He summoned me!" Cam exclaims, pointing at Darren. "I thought I was going to spend an afternoon making a dome for a city on Mars or something, and instead I'm a hundred and fifty years in the past in my fucking hometown in an alternate universe where there are perytons!"
castmyown
Darren has been sitting wide-eyed this entire time.
He explains.
"S-So he's not - please don't stab him?" he finishes.
He explains.
"S-So he's not - please don't stab him?" he finishes.
from_scratch
"And demons from my world have a bad reputation too, but at least there the fact that my summoner is obviously conscious and unharmed would constitute evidence that I am not up to whatever has you so riled."
"Okay. Carry on," says the bugbear, returning to human. "I don't care if you tell the story or not. I don't care to."
And then she turns and leaves, without another word.
And then she turns and leaves, without another word.
from_scratch
"Well, that was impolite, does she barge into your house and threaten your visitors routinely?"
steppingup
"She's got a thing about demons. Should have warned you, sorry. Wouldn't have attacked without being sure, though."
from_scratch
"Sure of what exactly? Because I am literally a demon according to my own world's definition. I am a demon and I do demon magic and I live in Hell."