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Post by Tayl on Jul 19, 2017 20:44:16 GMT -6
[merah][elemon][chaude] "Hmm... awful, no-good stuff, huh? This Ignis guy seems like he's bad brownies... bretty bogus bad brownies..." Merah mused, rubbing his chin and feeling very wise. Hmm. Yes. Elemon, meanwhile, jumped slightly when Amon appeared before him - an incredibly impressive feat, given Elemon's nature. He had been focused on magical eavesdropping, true, but I think the real lesson here is never to underestimate the power of small children. Elemon regained his posture just as quickly as he had lost it, examining Amon carefully. The amount of magical power contained in that tiny body was incredible, even moreso in person than from distant observation. He tried not to loom over Amon, but even while sitting that was quite the task. "...Thank you very much for the offer. Yes, I would appreciate a donut," he answered, hoping not to intimidate the boy away too soon. "I am sorry if this is forward... you are free not to answer. I heard the name 'Nerajj' from the hallway as well. Is he an ally of yours? One of these Infernal Guards?"Though Elemon was already connecting the dots based on context, it couldn't hurt to get more information. Besides, what else was there to do? Amon seemed to enjoy talking to others, Elemon enjoyed listening to others, and information was good for everyone. "Oh, come on, you too?! What the hell is going on?!"
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Post by Exuro on Jul 27, 2017 5:13:52 GMT -6
Amon looked far from intimidated by Elemon's overbearing presence; quite the opposite, he actually seemed more bright-eyed and enthusiastic to speak than before-- which Elemon was about to find out, as the boy wasted no time in starting up a new line of eager questioning once he had handed the Representative the aforementioned basket of donuts.
"Oh, it's no problem! I'm pretty sure you've actually met Nerajj on the way in. He's the guy who looks kinda like you! Sis tells me that he's an Infernal Guard who somehow managed to get out of his contract after some help from my ancestors, and he's helped out the family ever since. He's old enough to have helped raise my grandpa when he was my age, but he doesn't like talking about his life before he started working for Icknis," he paused to enjoy a bite one of the donuts out of the basket for himself, barely able to refrain from continuing to speak in his rush to get his own questions out, "But I always kinda guessed he's really old. I know he can read and speak ancient Orrian, so he's gotta be at least around three-hundred years old. Isn't that cool?"
Amon finished scarfing down the rest of his donut before staring in wonder back up at Elemon. They would easily be able to tell that the boy's eyepatch functioned as some sort of magical dampening device, though what exactly it was keeping in check would be difficult to ascertain.
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