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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 -
the Joker summons Demon Cam
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from_scratch
allthebrightest
"No way. Angels and fairies. I am very protective of my shiny toys and didn't want anybody making more of 'em. I'm kinda more relaxed about that now, and also, you're the best demon."
from_scratch
"So you have probably never, ever met a demon before, how do you know I'm the best one?"
allthebrightest
"I have too met demons, I've been to a concordance. Also, I'm exaggerating, duh."
from_scratch
"I've never even tried to get near a Heavenly concordance. There are some deeply anti-angel folks who make it more trouble than it's worth."
allthebrightest
"Same deal on our side. But my fellow ex-summoner wanted to see what they were like, so I came along to back her up."
from_scratch
"Maybe I'll send you a letter next time we get Fairyland. Hi, Tony, how are you, I am still a demon."
allthebrightest
"I'll send you one too! Hi, Cam, what's up, I'm still an angel, what colour did you make your new wings?"
from_scratch
"Of course, it depends on fairies to accomplish the extremely challenging task of mail."
allthebrightest
"Yeah, it might take years for me to find out what colour your new wings are."
from_scratch
"It will certainly take years, unless I'm mistaken about when you get Fairyland relative to us. Unless our summoners decide to sit on us here for long enough that I make myself a set. I'll probably just keep the color, anyway."
from_scratch
"I like blue, and I can probably pull off a color change with careful bleach and repigmentation anyway, and I'll get funny looks if I show up with non-bat wings and if I change the shape much I'll have to re-learn how to fly, so it's probably gonna be the same. Why, what are you going to do next, pink polka-dots?"
allthebrightest
Tony grins.
"You'll see."
They have been getting out of the car and climbing the stairs all this time, and now they are at the Joker's window again! She hops in.
allthebrightest
"The first thing you're gonna make me," she says, beaming, "is my new wings."
She proceeds to outline a list of things, all of which exist back home in the form of detailed blueprints but have not yet been given physical form. Apart from what she refers to as her new wings, it's all infrastructure - the facilities to make facilities to make things with. It's very complicated, and her blueprints are very exact.
She proceeds to outline a list of things, all of which exist back home in the form of detailed blueprints but have not yet been given physical form. Apart from what she refers to as her new wings, it's all infrastructure - the facilities to make facilities to make things with. It's very complicated, and her blueprints are very exact.
from_scratch
Cam makes the blueprints based on her reference to them and gets to building.
allthebrightest
Tony's new wings prove to be... pretty amazing.
It's not just wings; it's an entire suit of metal armour, fitted with complicated mechanisms that let it disassemble and reassemble itself and accomplish all manner of other fascinating tricks, powered by a small cold fusion reactor, with the wings attached to the back as an exquisitely animated assemblage of sleek metal feathers that incorporate the same lift technology found in the palms of the gauntlets and the soles of the boots. In its unpainted state, it gleams a pale gold not unlike the wings she was wearing when she arrived. Tony scrambles into the thing as soon as it's finished, pops open the faceplate, and beams some more.
"Am I cool or am I cool?"
It's not just wings; it's an entire suit of metal armour, fitted with complicated mechanisms that let it disassemble and reassemble itself and accomplish all manner of other fascinating tricks, powered by a small cold fusion reactor, with the wings attached to the back as an exquisitely animated assemblage of sleek metal feathers that incorporate the same lift technology found in the palms of the gauntlets and the soles of the boots. In its unpainted state, it gleams a pale gold not unlike the wings she was wearing when she arrived. Tony scrambles into the thing as soon as it's finished, pops open the faceplate, and beams some more.
"Am I cool or am I cool?"
allthebrightest
"I wanna hug you," she declares, and makes the suit fold itself up into a neat gleaming feathered package.
from_scratch
Aww.
"...After a hundred and fifty years with wings it feels deeply strange to hug somebody without having them."
"...After a hundred and fifty years with wings it feels deeply strange to hug somebody without having them."