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[quote=@Menhir]
Maricola sprinted over and gave the creature currently calling itself Annatar a great big (and slimy, thanks to the loudspeaker demon) slap on the back. Granted, given Annatar and Maricola's current physical states it was less of a slap on the back and more of a volleyball spike directly into the pavement, but it was a friendly volleyball spike directly into the pavement all the same.

[color=a2d39c]"Howzit going, Uncle Coobie? Papa wants to know if you're still working middle management for the kiddy fiddlers!"[/color]
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Annatar hovered after Eris, trying to get her attention, [color=FF0000]"Meow, meow, meo-GUUUH!"[/color] Annatar was damn near pulverized into the ground by Maricola's spike. Both Annatar's creature form and humanoid form were fairly delicate, so a slap from the extension of a cosmic horror was not something he could take lightly. Still, as something of a cosmic horror himself, Annatar was able to make use of his ability to contradict physical laws to heal himself back into a recognizable form from the white and red puddle of meat he had been reduced to. Hovering around to face her, he sighed.

[color=FF0000]"Maricola, was it?"[/color] This statement was followed by an involuntary cough as a lump that hadn't reattached came flying out of his mouth, hitting the ground with a splat. [i]Fuck.[/i] He had sensed the presence of Maricola's [i]progenitor[/i], whose name shall not be spoken, as soon as he had joined the academy. He had taken care to find out exactly who she was, and to keep his distance. After all, while Annatar lowered himself to understanding the 'logic', 'reasoning', and 'order' of mortals, and emulated it in order to better manipulate them, Maricola's progenitor, as well as others from the strange- charm- bottom- side of R'lyeh, chose to forgo any attempt at interface, preferring to induce madness in the lesser beings with their incomprehensible presence. At least that was the case before. Maricola's existence suggested a possible shift in tactic, though her [i]unusual behavior[/i] was indicative of the incompleteness of their effort in making themselves comprehensible. While Annatar [i]could[/i] attempt to interface with Maricola, such cosmic [i]conversations[/i] could take eons, and as a creature with a physical form now, Annatar simply didn't have the patience. Still, now that they have made contact, Annatar felt he had no choice but to be Maricola's keeper, if only to keep her in view so that she doesn't throw his plans off track.

Flying over and landing on her shoulder, at first gingerly, making sure she didn't do something unexpected, then settling in, Annatar said, [color=FF0000]"I see the resemblance, you have your [i]papa's[/i] $%#@%%#@%%."[/color] Seeing Eris now surrounded by a gaggle of other people, Annatar realized that he had, for the moment, lost his opportunity to recruit her. Oh well, there would be other chances, and plenty of other evil little girls (or boys) desperate for power. To answer Maricola's stinging question, he replied, [color=FF0000]"If you must know, I have been temporarily stripped of my position, but let's forget about that. We have a city to molest.[/color] On second thought, Annatar could have picked his words more wisely,  given the implications of his [i]job[/i]. Still, he doubted Maricola was even listening to him at this point.

On the topic of molesting little boys...Annatar paused and stopped himself from going down that train of thought. In any case, Annatar spoke up, [color=FF0000]"Maricola, head over to that boy in the backpack, I'm sure there is much devastation he could do in this city with his bag of tricks."[/color] If Maricola did not comply, Annatar would alight from her shoulder and approach Justin, [color=FF0000]"Boy, you seem...thoughtful. I like that. Annatar, Lord of Gifts, here to aid you in whatever mischief you feel up to."[/color]

[@Duoya]