[ 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 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.
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[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.