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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 -
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from_scratch
from_scratch
"Not as far as I know. But the only time it comes up except as an inconvenience for demons who'd be safe without the precautions is when a really desperate summoner gets a really nasty demon, so I haven't taken steps - not that I had much chance - to make this known. Since I'd rather they trade something meaningless and the summoner be scared instead of, like, raped or tortured or comatose-while-the-demon-runs-off-
steppingup
"Okay. Fair. Darren's already explained that you can make whatever, so - thank you very much for not doing any of the listed things."
steppingup
There is a knock, on the door.
"I know it's you, Lynn! Come in, no, the world is not ending!"
"Never would have guessed," says a female voice. She steps inside and eyes Cam. "You're the one who just - showed up on my radar."
"I know it's you, Lynn! Come in, no, the world is not ending!"
"Never would have guessed," says a female voice. She steps inside and eyes Cam. "You're the one who just - showed up on my radar."
"Hi. I'm Lynn Adams. What's under the trenchcoat? You don't look like an angel."
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."
"Are you," says the clawed woman.
Lynn growls. It's a literal growl, like an animal. "How do you know, he is admitting it!"
from_scratch
"What, do you want me to saw my wings off? Would that make it better?" exclaims Cam. "What do you want?"
"I don't give a damn about your wings," says Lynn. "What purpose does a demon have here?!"
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!"
Pause. Claws go in.
She looks at Darren. "What did you do?"
She looks at Darren. "What did you do?"
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.
She looks at Cam, consideringly.
"... I will not."
"... I will not."
from_scratch
"Thank you. That would be uncomfortable and I would not appreciate it."
"Mm. Misbehave and I will change my mind. I have met demons before."
"Bugbear."
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."
She looks at him, blank expression.
"Mm," she says. "Vernon. Vouching?"
"Mm," she says. "Vernon. Vouching?"