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FURST | Action at the bus stop!

Who: Szelhamos and you!
What: A very cranky, flamboyant ~~bird~~ demon rolls up into town, definitely NOT LOOKING FOR ANYONE.
When: The weekend, as late in the afternoon as he can manage.
Where: Bus stop, and then grumping around town.
Warnings: None unless over the top Mean Girls level histrionics are troubling.

[He'd never had to take public transportation before in his life. Why would he? He could teleport. He could buy a car. He could waft into town on a breeze.

He could pay someone an embarrassingly large amount of money to ride in a plane with a hot tub and a five star all you can eat sushi buffet. He wasn't a bus person. But apparently, there wasn't any teleporting in here, or breeze riding or car driving or sushi buffet plane flying in here. That alone was offensive, and he hadn't even gotten to the part where he was offended that he had to ride on a bus.

Stepping out of said bus into podunk middle of nowhere was offense number three, Szel still sulking over numbers one and two, and at this point he was furiously scrolling through his phone looking for a certain number in a desperate effort to vent some steam.

He definitely doesn't look like he fits here, a tall, well dressed young man in an Italian suit and calf skin shoes, gold tipped cane and blacked out glasses. Not... not really farmer material. Maybe he's here on vacation.

A bit jarringly, there upon his shoulder, peering into the phone with far more intelligent intensity than most would expect, was a slinky, golden eyed black cat, unblinking as Szel grumbled and scrolled.]

If he changed his number, I'm snapping his neck.

[Now this would sound like he was talking to himself, where it not for the cat.... y'know, answering him, tone demure and lisping.]

If you snap his neck, do we get to go back?

No.

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"Other than me?"

Look you can't leave him that kind of opening twice in a row without him walking through it.

"What did you do in Genessia?"

We both know the answer: nothing, with a dash of trolling the network.

"There's a decent bar here -- it's no Velvet, but it's alright. There's mines to explore if caves are your thing at all; lots of shit to kill down there. Apparently there's a tougher cave system out in the desert, too."

If Szel wasn't blind -- the muted, almost monochrome vision he gets through Midge doesn't count -- Tannusen would suggest he take up art again. But, you know.

And it's true, he's a high-maintenance kitty.

"I am having a crisis right now, and you are not a helper." STOP MAKING FUN OF HIS ANGUISH.

But... yeah. Yeah, he didn't do shit in Genessia either. Only-

"Nothing, but at least I could do nothing inside an opulent marble fortress surrounded by minions. It was great, thanks, I had a full bar and I could sleep all day in a bed the size of a studio apartment." So more bitching for the sake of bitching!

"Is there a library? Since I had to leave that back in Genessia too." Closed up his subgate before he left because fuck letting anyone get in there. He wasn't even sure if it would close on its own when he left the city, that didn't matter. He's not taking any chances here.

".... Does the bar have wine?" Oh yes. That's right.

He could have wine again.

.... He'd forgotten about that.

"There is! It might be the biggest building here -- it's part of a museum," don't mind Tannusen casually accepting the usual newbie items from Random NPC. He'll turn them over to Szel when they get where they're going. "I know which farm is yours, I cleaned up the house and got you a very nice bed with extremely expensive bedding. Aren't I a good cat? Don't worry, I already know I am. And they do have wine! It's a popular thing to make on these farms, so there's imported and local."

He takes those offered items, and they just... up and vanish in his hand. Hey, he doesn't need a map, he's pretty sure Tannusen will just lead the way here.

At the very least, the demons seems to be mildly placated by all this new information. A library, local and imported wines, a nice bed with decent sheets.

He probably will not like the house regardless, but at least the bed will be comfortable. Good thing too, he's probably going to spend a lot of time sulking in it for a while before he feels the need to inflict himself on the town.

"... Well at least it isn't a complete dump." That's shining praise, considering who this is coming from here.

"So if you were in my new house, I'm guessing I'll have to inspect the entire thing for whatever stupid prank you loaded into it."

Tannusen just chuckles at that. Yeah, you'd better inspect the shit out of that house, Szel.

(There's nothing to find! That's the prank. For now. Have fun searching.)

"I'm honestly surprised you didn't stuff a few lesser demons into suitcases."

"I'll work on pulling them up later. It's not like they can't travel."

Trust him, he knows how to get his stupid fucking staff in here. He's not at a loss.

"I swear to God, Tannusen, if my house is full of cheetos or trashy novels in braille, there will be hell to pay."

"I think we've established that I'm not terribly frightened of you, Szelhamos," Tannusen sounds awfully chipper about it, which would usually mean the house is bursting with pranks. "It doesn't carry much weight after you moved here just to be around little 'ol me."

".... My house is full of goddamn bullshit, isn't it?"

HE CAME ALL THIS WAY. FOR YOU.

BE GRATEFUL.

"I pick up my entire life and follow you right into the gates of rural farm hell and this is how you repay me?"

Cue a giggle at that.

"...You're just going to have to wait and find out, now aren't you?"

Look, Szel, would you like him so much if he was boring?

No he wouldn't, not nearly as much, but that reality isn't going to stop him from looking righteously offended.

"Anything in there that I don't like is getting teleported directly into your house."

"Sure, sure, we can play teleportation catch, at least until I run out of Glamour."

Yeah he knows who here has the limitation and it's not Szel. At least he can pop himself in and out of reality again! That's fucking huge, now that he has someone -- someones? -- to live for.

"I really am glad that you came here. I was pretty sure you would, but, you know. Odds don't always play out as one wants."

"... How are you even going to keep generating that, without that bar here?" There was something he was curious about. After all, it wasn't like he had any books on Tannusen's exact kind of fairy.

Well, Tannusen's exact kind of fairy from Tannusen's own world, at least. No fae from Szel's home worked on the same kind of logic.

"I wasn't going to. But I can only tolerate a certain level of complete and total social ineptitude."

"Slowly, I imagine," so... maybe he shouldn't burn through it all the time for funsies like he had when he had Velvet Lust to snack on? Nah, we all know better; he's totally going to burn it just as fast.

"I'll generate some on my own, especially when I do wacky shit like fill someone's house with penis-shaped confetti. And I can probably set up at least a couple Dreamers..."

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"I'd tell you not to be a jackass with that, but it's like telling the sun not to rise, so I'll leave it to your wheezy, witchy fiance."

Because if anyone could scowl the sun itself back behind the hills, it was that asshole.

".... Is my house full of penis confetti, Tannusen?"

"What, no questions about Dreamers? Don't you want to be my Dreamer, Szel?"

His tone is teasing, of course, and the grin comes back at that last question, "Now, now, that would be telling!"

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"No." Maybe. He doesn't know, shut up. "Not if I don't even know what that is." Not that he could actually even dream to begin with.

"What the HELL did you put in my house, goddamnit?!"

Tannusen forgoes the teasing for the moment to work through this aloud, if only because he know Szel wouldn't appreciate a long silence just now.

"I'm not actually completely sure whether it would work with you or not," he considers for a second, then continues, "your species is so... clockwork, corrupted or not. But, it works with humans? So I guess it's a matter of how high your inherent banality is... and having smashed souls with you quite a number of times, I don't think that it just flat-out wouldn't work. You're quite a bit less banal than your brethren."

Oh right he hasn't said what it is. Don't mind him, he's literally written books on the subject of his own kind and how they work.

"It's musing, basically. Shoot you up with Glamour in a slightly different way than the usual, you have a massive creativity spike, and I peel off the excess Glamour you generate from it."

Without being able to paint anymore, though... was Szel a writer?

"Some more Unseelie types than I am do it in such a way that it harms the Dreamer, but I don't. Seems counter-productive."

He did, honestly, appreciate the talking, even if at first it explained literally nothing, thanks, Tannusen. Still, he was capable of putting the general gist of the idea together before Tannusen even explained it, at least in how it effect himself. Something about creativity and the generation of it-

Ah. There we go. A glamour generator.

"If you're that concerned about me being too banal for this, you have a perfectly human, perfectly creative significant other no doubt getting into a fist fight with a bear somewhere as we speak." Offended at the idea that he might not be able to help? No never.

Never ever.

Tannusen chuckled at that, "I can have more than one Dreamer, pretty bird."

Yeah, Cassian was kind of a given, wasn't he? It was unlikely the grumpy priest would decline when Tannu eventually brought it up. Which--

"I haven't brought it up to him yet. You're the first."

FEEL SPECIAL, YOU VAIN FUCKER.

Cassian surely wouldn't, it was such an easy thing for him to accept, after all.

The sound of feathers rustling indicated what Szel thought of this. Sure they weren't visible, but they existed somewhere, in some capacity. The look of surprise was here and gone again.

"Neither of you probably even thought about your glamour supply." That's right, he does all the heavy thinking around here. Him. The planner. Absolutely the best at forward thinking.

"See? I definitely need you around, so it's a good thing you came."

Validation, validation, Tannusen knew Szel always needed validation.

He knows his own weaknesses here, to an extent. He knows there's pandering going on here. He doesn't even fucking care.

Tannusen didn't humor people, or at least, didn't humor people he didn't fucking like.

"I think, as a show of gratitude, if this is in fact the case, that you should tell me if you did anything to my house."

"Didn't I already tell you what I did to it?"

He's a cat, he has to bat at the flailing thing, even if it's all verbal.

"NO."

WHAT DID YOU DO, YOU DICK.

"I did! I told you about the bed. You should try listening better, Szel."

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