[For the whole day, Faquarl might notice that someone, or something is watching him. Even worse, it seems like the entity wants him to know that he's being watched and followed. The energy isn't bad, per say, but Faquarl might feel it to be familiar in a sense. It may feel more like Caelus than Alexander, but none the less, it feels like both.
When he reaches one of the dark corners of Faerie, the entity makes itself known.
Nyarlathotep steps out from the shadows. Well, more accurately, he jumps out of the shadows and lands at Faquarl's feet. A black cat with unusually sharp and large fangs; mouth opening as it greets Faquarl with a friendly, but somewhat eerie demeanor.]
[Surprisingly, Faquarl will be able to tell what he's saying, despite speaking a completely different language that sounds distorted and screechy. He'll be able to make out that he's saying: You smell like my nephew. Where is he?]
[ so he does feel the gaze on him, consistently; faquarl can't say he's altogether surprised when he looks like this. tends to draw some attention from humanoids, tends to be why his masters hadn't ever much appreciated it, even beyond causing them queasiness and fear. it doesn't yet cause him alarm -- he's a little too confident in himself when considering all the adopted of faerie. ]
[ but, when black cat, its teeth far too long and more suited to a tiger's jaws, jumps into his path, he checks the planes. ]
... Wonderful.
[ just his luck, is what faquarl thinks sourly. there's an uptick at one his mouths that indicates he's also, abruptly, intensely interested. whoever this might be, they're certainly neither human or or fae. he thinks this must be the creature that's been observing his going ons. ]
Before I answer that, [ he pauses. last he checked, alexander seemed more inclined toward privacy among acquaintances and friends. but among family... ] may I ask who, among his uncles, you might be? I'm no gatekeeper, but he did seem a smidgen avoidant of company.
[One thing that Faquarl might have heard about Nyarlathotep is that he likes to admire. So, now that he's out in the open, his head tilts upward so that he can see the tentacles more clearly. The small cat doing circles around Faquarl to take in his form; going as far as to show his own tentacle that forms like a stalagmite. Sharp, but surprisingly gentle as it takes one of Faquarl's appendages and admires it.]
Fascinating! Impressive tentacles! Couldn't have made them better myself. I'll take a picture of them later for any future inventions!
[The tentacle falls flat to the ground as he makes another full circle around Faquarl, only stopping in the front. Only so suddenly turn into viscera; a tall man quickly rising up from it as he leans forward to be near centimeters away from Faquarl.]
Nyarlathotep, little Dijinni. You might have heard of me from my dearest sister; the one with the beautiful eyes and wings. The blonde one. The one that acts nice, but is truly troubled and dark underneath. Caeeelusss?
[What the fuck.]
Or maybe my little nephew... The fidgety, nervous, but cute one. You know... The one with six different personalities to hide his gentle core.
[Instead of a hum, a sharp distorted frequency rips though the air in place of one.]
Soooo... Where is Alexander hiding? Is he safe, at least? Or does this place need death and destruction?
[ faquarl doesn't pull away, instead eyeing the little cat with bemusement. hey, it may not be the terror he typically enjoys inspiring - but legitimate awe from a divine entity is certainly admiration he'd relish. he chuckles, complete with a little, self-satisfied hmf (if he were to ever take bartimaeus up again in idle chatter, this would come up as a bragging point). ]
[ when the tentacles no longer grasp one another, he flexes his own, its cups spiraling nicely. it looks like solid, strong muscle, thank you thank you. but he listens aptly: "sister" is an interesting choice, he muses. ]
I've heard tale of you, yes. Always did like what I heard.
[ ... okay, he could probably do without hearing of caelus being tortured via insects, as he does like caelus, but. it's the gall of it, or something. a few of his eyes narrow with the keenness of the distortion; his hearing is sharper than a human's, yes, but necessarily he works against any compulsion to flinch. ]
He's safe, last that I was able to verify. [ a beat. his gaze turns more meaningful. ] As safe as someone who's been kidnapped, like the rest of us, by a bunch of faeries that liken us to toys.
Tales are often woven in fiction, but not of I. What a delight it is to know that my dearest sister and cute little nephew have spoken about me. On countless occasions it seems!
[Nyarlathotep doesn't seem at all bothered that these tales might not put him in good light with everyone. Although, considering Faquarl has mentioned that he's liked what he's heard so far, it must mean that Caelus and Alexander are fond of him. He already knew that his nephew was fond of him, but not so much the other one.]
The lot of you are kidnapped, are you? Oh my. That is something I would absolutely do. But not as toys... Test subjects. What's worse or better... I'm not entirely sure.
[He puts a finger to his chin, tapping it in thought.
His eyes are darting all over the place, taking in every thing in. He wants to take pictures of everything here. There are so many ideas running through his mind that he puts in the back of his mind. For the thoughts that don't make their place into his mind, Faquarl will notice a very large, modern camera appearing through the sleeve of his pocket.]
Well! Since I'm here, I'll take some pictures for my domain. I'll start with you.
[It's not said with any malice in his voice. In fact, Nyarlathotep is truly just the little brother with special interests.
He isn't rude or invasive. In fact, he stands at a considerable distance as the lens of the camera is faced toward Faquarl's appendage so he can take a picture of it with a focused lens.]
Since you're acquainted with me, I think it's prudent that I know of you.
[The camera flashes, and he peeks up.]
False, true... I do not care. Spin a tale for me, if you so please.
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When he reaches one of the dark corners of Faerie, the entity makes itself known.
Nyarlathotep steps out from the shadows. Well, more accurately, he jumps out of the shadows and lands at Faquarl's feet. A black cat with unusually sharp and large fangs; mouth opening as it greets Faquarl with a friendly, but somewhat eerie demeanor.]
Y̵̨͙͈̌͆̎̓͋͛̍̑̚ơ̸͚̩͙̾̓̋͆̔̕̚͜͜͠͠͠ù̶̙͕̖̲̌̿͗͐͋́̊͆̾͘͝͠͠ ̸̢̧̖̱̬̝̺̮̣̤̊̈́͆̀̅̽̾̌͊̿͊͠ș̷̡̡̧̦̯̗̟͓͎̿͌͋͊͊̓͒m̶̢̠̜͓͈̭̦̔̑̑̿̄̀ͅę̵̺̰͙̗͚̹̜̰̎̏l̸̼̤̋̈͗͋̆̀̓̉̿̉̑͌͋͝l̵̨̢̟̬̱̃̊̾̑ ̷̧̙͓̭͇͆͋̔͆͆͒̿̈́̄̈̇̌͒̉͘l̷̨̛̘̳̙̹̩̞̗̺̞͔̥̬̪͑͛͒͒͂̄̈́̊̍i̴̧̢̱̣͉̰̱͓̾̏̑̎̍͜k̶̖̼͎̇͆̈́̿̓͒͒̄̽̔͘͘͝͝ė̵͎͍̾ ̶̨̣̫̠̥͖̤̘͎̰͐m̷͙̋̕y̸̳͒̾ ̷̛̹̝̳̘͎̖̦̗̱̦̙́̈́͛̓͑̇͂͒̕̕͜ͅͅͅn̷̛̩̙̺̦̿̔̎͋̓̋͋̍̉̀̾̓͠͝e̶̙̿͂͌̈͊͋͌̈́̍̐͘̕p̸͎̝̺̘̘̖̯̭͍̼̠̟͖̘̾̊̂͊̏̌̍͂̕ḩ̵̛̘̜̬̮͉̤̘̩̑̆͊͛̊̑̊̾̌̚é̸̢̢̟̦̲̹̾̅̉͆̀̏͑̎̕͜w̴̘̲̜̝̹̼̪̤̥̥͙̳̔̃́̈͋̚͝.̸͚̥̱̞̠̏́͑̈̉̇͗̃́̄̏̑̈́͘͠ ̷̧̧̛̛̻̗͓͖̪̹̱̠͍͉̤͍̣͌͑́̀͂̒̆́͝W̸̡̬͍̞̤̦̖̺̦͍̦͛h̵̫̝̪̪͔͍̬͚͈̮̱̫͙̪̖̐ȩ̶̭̤̣̑́̋͐͑̑̋̋̀̈́̉͐̕͘͠r̶̨̛̖̤̓̔̑̽͗̓͐͘e̷̡̡̨̗͇̼͉̳̹͔̠͛̈̽̚ͅ ̵̧̤͍̼̀̌͒̊̂͒̎̑͘i̷̡͙͔̲̮̗͇͒̓́̆̄́̓̓̿̄́̕͝ṡ̸̰̖̪̂̉͋̀͆͑́̓̀̋̚͠͝ ̵͉̭̈̂͒̑͗̐͠͠ḥ̷̙̌̐́̈́̉̚e̷̛̲̝͖͔͉̐̎̑̍̒͊?̸̢̧̣̩̤̹͇͙̖͚̇̄̀̂̓̈̑̏̕͝ͅ ̶̧̧̨̛̬̮͎̻̭̞̿̓̀͊̄̌̑͜͝
[Surprisingly, Faquarl will be able to tell what he's saying, despite speaking a completely different language that sounds distorted and screechy. He'll be able to make out that he's saying: You smell like my nephew. Where is he?]
no subject
[ but, when black cat, its teeth far too long and more suited to a tiger's jaws, jumps into his path, he checks the planes. ]
... Wonderful.
[ just his luck, is what faquarl thinks sourly. there's an uptick at one his mouths that indicates he's also, abruptly, intensely interested. whoever this might be, they're certainly neither human or or fae. he thinks this must be the creature that's been observing his going ons. ]
Before I answer that, [ he pauses. last he checked, alexander seemed more inclined toward privacy among acquaintances and friends. but among family... ] may I ask who, among his uncles, you might be? I'm no gatekeeper, but he did seem a smidgen avoidant of company.
no subject
Fascinating! Impressive tentacles! Couldn't have made them better myself. I'll take a picture of them later for any future inventions!
[The tentacle falls flat to the ground as he makes another full circle around Faquarl, only stopping in the front. Only so suddenly turn into viscera; a tall man quickly rising up from it as he leans forward to be near centimeters away from Faquarl.]
Nyarlathotep, little Dijinni. You might have heard of me from my dearest sister; the one with the beautiful eyes and wings. The blonde one. The one that acts nice, but is truly troubled and dark underneath. Caeeelusss?
[What the fuck.]
Or maybe my little nephew... The fidgety, nervous, but cute one. You know... The one with six different personalities to hide his gentle core.
[Instead of a hum, a sharp distorted frequency rips though the air in place of one.]
Soooo... Where is Alexander hiding? Is he safe, at least? Or does this place need death and destruction?
no subject
[ when the tentacles no longer grasp one another, he flexes his own, its cups spiraling nicely. it looks like solid, strong muscle, thank you thank you. but he listens aptly: "sister" is an interesting choice, he muses. ]
I've heard tale of you, yes. Always did like what I heard.
[ ... okay, he could probably do without hearing of caelus being tortured via insects, as he does like caelus, but. it's the gall of it, or something. a few of his eyes narrow with the keenness of the distortion; his hearing is sharper than a human's, yes, but necessarily he works against any compulsion to flinch. ]
He's safe, last that I was able to verify. [ a beat. his gaze turns more meaningful. ] As safe as someone who's been kidnapped, like the rest of us, by a bunch of faeries that liken us to toys.
no subject
[Nyarlathotep doesn't seem at all bothered that these tales might not put him in good light with everyone. Although, considering Faquarl has mentioned that he's liked what he's heard so far, it must mean that Caelus and Alexander are fond of him. He already knew that his nephew was fond of him, but not so much the other one.]
The lot of you are kidnapped, are you? Oh my. That is something I would absolutely do. But not as toys... Test subjects. What's worse or better... I'm not entirely sure.
[He puts a finger to his chin, tapping it in thought.
His eyes are darting all over the place, taking in every thing in. He wants to take pictures of everything here. There are so many ideas running through his mind that he puts in the back of his mind. For the thoughts that don't make their place into his mind, Faquarl will notice a very large, modern camera appearing through the sleeve of his pocket.]
Well! Since I'm here, I'll take some pictures for my domain. I'll start with you.
[It's not said with any malice in his voice. In fact, Nyarlathotep is truly just the little brother with special interests.
He isn't rude or invasive. In fact, he stands at a considerable distance as the lens of the camera is faced toward Faquarl's appendage so he can take a picture of it with a focused lens.]
Since you're acquainted with me, I think it's prudent that I know of you.
[The camera flashes, and he peeks up.]
False, true... I do not care. Spin a tale for me, if you so please.