call me maybe

[from_scratch]

Cam is out flying. There's a decent cloud of atmosphere around the gold plane, now, millenia of demons making air around themselves for comfort and not sealing it up because why would you bother. There's a small forest, here - the effect is kind of ruined by the lamps it has to grow under, but it's still pretty.

He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -

with the Joker (kappa)

with Ripper (kappa)

with Darren (Aestrix)

with Minus (kappa)

with Emma (Marri)

with Facility 3141592 (armokGoB)

with the admin (kappa)

with Jarvis (kappa, Aestrix)

with Miles (kappa)

with Hank (Nemo)

Comments

[from_scratch]

"No, this could totally have gone terribly wrong, but if it were going to go terribly wrong, you would not be conscious to complain."

[castmyown]

"I'm getting that feeling, yeah. This is what happens when trying out new spells, I suppose, strange risks you'd never expected to occur. Thanks for not rendering me unconscious, I have things to accomplish and I wouldn't get any of them done if I were in a coma for the rest of my life."

[from_scratch]

"Yeah, and by things to accomplish what do you mean?"

[castmyown]

"Um. Okay, well, right now critters in general are in the closet, and also the adoption system is quite terrible. So I want to pull a Frankenstein and graft the two problem's solutions together, slowly unveil the masquerade, make sure the adoption system is not terrible and that critter children get to go to homes that won't disown them for being critters, that sort of thing. Oh, and also reverse engineer medallions, because we have a cap on them and it is extremely inconvenient."

[from_scratch]

"That does sound inconvenient."

[castmyown]

"Yup. And it's not like they're indestructible, either, so eventually we will run out of them entirely, unless we figure out how to make more. So I am also working on that, on the side."

[from_scratch]

"Well, good luck. I suppose I could try duplicating yours in case I can after all. There's no magical stuff to copy, back home, so maybe the limit's not as hard a limit as it looks like?"

[castmyown]

"Thanks. I'm not turning down any attempt to make more, though testing if it worked would be a problem. Since it's one medallion per person and they are greedy and jealous little chunks of metal."

[from_scratch]

Cam turns his hand palm-up and -

then is holding a peryton medallion.

"Well, if you know any more perytons who could use one of these, lemme know if it works," he says, handing it over.

[castmyown]

"Sure," he agrees. "I'll head to an Avalon and find an amuletless peryton and offer it. Thanks, if it does work. I will probably start begging you to make tons of them, if that's the case."

[from_scratch]

"I could be persuaded."

[castmyown]

"Okay. Hold on, I am cuter as a deer, better chance of success."

Casually, he shifts to fullform - yup. He is a blue-grey deer with wings. The peryton summoner sits, and then looks at Cam with big blue deer eyes. It is absurdly cute.

"Pleeeeease?"

[from_scratch]

Cam claps his hands over his mouth trying not to laugh.

"Oh good lord. Stop, I may snap back to Hell from sheer cute overdose."

[castmyown]

He snorts with laughter, and returns to being human. "Can't have that! You are a potential medallion factory! I need you. Mind you, if you tell me to buzz off I will, because I try not to be a jerk."

[from_scratch]

"I mean, as you can see I can make these things pretty damn fast. I imagine I will still have time for other projects."

[castmyown]

"True!" he agrees. "But it's not like I can force you to make them, so I might as well be nice about it."

[from_scratch]

"And if you could force me to make them, then...?"

[castmyown]

"Then I would ask you very nicely if you would or not, and if the answer was 'no' I would continue my mission of 'trying not to be a jerk' and accept that as an answer and not force you to do anything in particular!"

[from_scratch]

"Okay then." It occurs to Cam to go ahead and conjure a leather coat, slightly lumpy due to wings but not obtrusively so.

[castmyown]

"Also, I'm a scrawny fifteen year old who knows only a smattering of magic and probably can't even manage anything practical under pressure. So you are double safe, not only do I not want to but I'm pretty sure I am completely incapable of it."

[from_scratch]

"I mean, you could threaten to send me home before I care to go, although as threats go it's kind of lukewarm."

[castmyown]

"Pretty much, yeah. Oh no, I could put you back to where you were before I was even involved! Quake in fear, demon, at my powers of mild disappointment!"

[from_scratch]

"Aieeee. Please, summoner, no."

[castmyown]

"Bwuahahahaha!" cackles the summoner, completely unconvincingly.

[from_scratch]

Cam snorts.

"How far to your place?"