The Woman on the screen was immediately recognizable to Rasteva, and the Daemon fought back a surge of rage. The person laid out before them was the reason they had been stripped of their power and the reason Rasteva so desperately wanted it back.

But of course she just had to be one of the most powerful people on the planet.


The only thing that came close to angering them as much as the sight of Lorette was hearing her refer to Daemons as Pets. Her audacity and arrogance seemed to know no bounds, and for a brief moment Rasteva was glad that they had no physical form as they'd have surely destroyed Sara's television and perhaps the apartment in a fit of rage. As they struggled to rein their temper in, Rasteva was vaguely aware of Sara talking to them, and zeroed in on the Human. Her suggestion to have Rasteva registered as HER pet nearly earned her a string of insults but the Daemon knew that what she said held weight. As they were, Rasteva was not going to get anywhere on their own, and they HAD asked for her help. Settling their temper into a more manageable state the Daemon ground out a rough word of thanks before receding into the girl's offered ring.

The Daemon remained silent as they traveled to the nearest outpost. The ring was a bit better than the stuffed bear, though it didn't allow Rasteva to see as much of the world around them from where they were. Sara had mentioned that the place they were visiting might have something more suitable for the Daemon to inhabit once they arrived, but they doubted it. The only thing they wanted was their old body. A body that they had willed into being long ago. Until then, nothing would ever come close. Rasteva tried to calm themselves again, realizing that they were being ungrateful. Sara was going out of her way to help them, and moping wouldn't do either of them any good.

A babbling woman greeted the two of them at the door of the Outpost, and once more Rasteva felt their mood darken. Her bubbly demeanor and high pitched voice grated on the Daemon's nerve. But that paled in comparison to how she went about manhandling them. [color=9e0b0f]"Watch your hands, you lumbering oaf! I, Rasteva shall be treated with the proper respect as befitting a Daemon of my stature!"[/color] The irritating woman only giggled at the Daemon's exclamations and Rasteva found themselves wishing they had a set of hands to strangle her with. Sara was busy handling a variety of forms, and looked to be slightly overwhelmed by it all. Rasteva hoped all the effort would be worth it in the end of things.

Once all was said and done, the bubbly woman led them both to a room and explained that they would be choosing an object to house Rasteva in until they required a physical form. The variety of statuettes, jewlery and other items did not interest the Daemon much and they spent a better part of their time there drifting around listlessly. The room also contained a number of stuffed animals, and the Daemon avoided those like the plague. A screen with the Apex logo rotating on it was situated in the corner. And occasionally a variety of Daemons and objects would flash across it. Rasteva felt another surge of disgust at the sight. Had their kind really fallen so far as to willingly allow Humans to rule over them? They were bought and sold like the objects that housed their souls, and none of them seemed to care at all. Rasteva's gaze drifted back down to Sara as she wandered about the room. Every so often she would pick up an object that caught her fancy before setting it back down. It was clear that she held her own opinions on what type of item she'd want to carry around but she left the decision solely to Rasteva knowing that they'd be most comfortable in a vessel of their own choosing.

She really was too kind.

The cloud of smoke drifted back down towards the floor and resumed its patrol around the room. They would be with Sara for a long time to come, so they knew they'd have to make a choice. A series of statuettes caught the Daemon's interest and they drifted towards them. They were different from the plush animals, each one to proper scale and crafted with incredible detail. As they passed over the figures Rasteva halted by one resembling a Raven. The bird was covered head to toe with feathers and did not look all that different from a typical Raven. Mulling over their thoughts for a moment, the Daemon settled over the raven figure before possessing it fully. The Raven's eyes blinked rapidly for a moment as they adjusted to the bright lights in the room. Rasteva stretched their wings and leapt from the table before flapping around the room several times. Once they had grown used to their new body, Rasteva fluttered towards Sara and alighted on her shoulder, beady eyes regarding her critically. [color=9e0b0f]"I am finished here. Let's be off."[/color]