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[color=7ece73]Something odd was happening to the baphomet. His attention didn’t seem to stay quite all there the longer Vicis spoke. His words became few. His tone quiet. Vicis bristled, clicking his mandibles.

Was the baphomet growing [i]bored[/i] of him? He’d hardly seemed impressed by the form of a species that he did not even recognise. And to refuse to offer up his own name in response to Vicis’ gracious introduction! It was only the awareness of his companion’s demonic nature that stilled Vicis’ tongue from making any sharp retorts.

[i]Perhaps such rudeness is the norm in a place like Hell[/i], Vicis thought. [i]I can hardly fault the critter for following the norms that he is used to.[/i]

Even so, he allowed himself one haughty sniff. Today was bringing forth a display of spectacular patience from him, it seemed. At the very least, it would make an interesting tale to recount in his next– 

The thought stopped there. There would not be a [i]next[/i]. Vicis clicked his mandibles again in irritation; he would not allow despondence. Not in himself, and certainly not in this sad, little goat creature with its drooping candle and murmured speech!

‘[b]Blast where you came from![/b]’ snapped Vicis. A low chitter undercut his words in his impassioned indignation. ‘[b]We are here, are we not? In this peculiar place with its queer gathering of all kinds. What a waste it would be to think lowly of yourself, when you have miserable meatsacks like this one over here.[/b]’ With a great snort, he jabbed the pincers of his tail towards the regular-haired human slumped over the bar.

He might have said more, if it were not for the bizarre flicker of another human at the end of the bar fading into existence.

‘[/color][b]I heard this is the place to come when you got—[/b][color=7ece73]’

[i]Zzzt.[/i] The human disappeared, cutting out of the air with nary a whisper. Vicis blinked. It was a motion that involved less actual blinking and more thin membrane sweeping over his eyes in a horizontal slit.

‘[b]...As I was saying[/b],’ he continued, slowly. What [i]had[/i] he been saying? Ah, yes. He was in the middle of distracting himself from unimportant troubles and becoming carried away in uplifting the little one in the process. Goodness, he was far too squishy these days! ‘[b]We are mighty creatures, bephomet. Do not concern yourself with the puny thoughts of those beneath you.[/b]’[/color]

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[list][*] Vicis perceives Jay briefly flitting into existence, but isn’t able to perceive them after Jay cuts out with the corrupted text.
[*] Vicis also pokes Silas with his pointy butt, or at least attempts to. Whether that actually goes through I'll leave up to [@DaftJive].[/list]
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