nother intro, with 9 times as many tails and 100% less sonic relevance

[fluffytails]

[Those checking the generic communication device now might spot a transmission from another new arrival.

Who looked rather dark. Her hair? Jet black. Her dress? Black. Her huge, fluffy tails? Black. Even the white of her eyes was, well, not white, but quite black indeed. And were those black particle effects around her? Sheesh, someone really had tried to make her look evol. Or edgy. Or both.

For maximum effect, she was currently lolling on a mound of perfectly white pillows, which contrasted her quite a bit.]

Why, hello! As I arrived during a time of invasion, it's only natural to introduce myself, lest I find myself killed as a traitor or spy.

My name is Himiko. I am, as you can see, a fox - and therefore highly suspicious, so I will avoid the regular 'I am harmless' talk, as true as it may be.

[She stretched, then made herself comfortable by shuffling a bit. One of her tails brought her a gem-encrusted goblet, which seemed to be filled with fine wine, of which she took a sip.]

No, no, there's nothing I want in particular, I don't even have a question, although I am somewhat curious about those winged ones trying to catch me, for whatever reason.

Either way, nice to meet you - even though the circumstances are anything but.

Comments

[fluffytails]

Well, that does make you somewhat unusual, truly, possible more than me. And it's a big step up from people whose whole body really is an umbrella. I'd think scrap metal would be preferable there.

[notjustinthemirror]

Umbrella?

[What...what even is that?]

Yeah, I can take myself in for recycling if I run low on cash. Not that I need money for anything, but you know..

[fluffytails]

Oh, that must be useful in a pinch, though. I couldn't really do that, nobody would buy a black tail.

[Not that she was serious, but eh. Absent mindedly, she made a little illusionary umbrella-karakasa hop up her arm.]

Just make sure you avoid magnets, thosse could be an issue for you.

[notjustinthemirror]

It's not magnetic.

[Well at least he doesn't think it is. He's never tried to stick refrigerator magnets to himself before.]

The hell is that?

[fluffytails]

That's a shame. It could have been fun to exploit it.

[However, what to say next seemed to make her ponder for a bit.]

Why, that's a tiny karakasa. If you think back to the umbrella based demons, they tend to be, well, roughly man sized. Now consider that there are drinks humans enjoy, called cocktails, I believe. These also have umbrellas - just small ones.

This little guy's a demonized version of them -

[At that point, the little illusionary thing jumped into a tail, and disappeared in the fur. Which caused Himiko to twitch the tail quite a bit until she finally whirled it to the side, sending the illusion flying offscreen.

While the tail was doing that, the rest of the fox was perfectly still and regal, as if nothing else was happening. How noble and the like!]

[notjustinthemirror]

I'm sure.

A demonized version of a cocktail umbrella. I like it.

What does it do?

[fluffytails]

It really would have been. You are an unreasonable masked pile of metal.

As for what that thing does, well, hop around and stick its tongue out. Tis a kind of demon isn't particularly useful for more than scaring townsfolk, I'm afraid to say!

[notjustinthemirror]

If I ever get out of here I'll let the people who made me know about your complaints. Maybe the newer model will come with refrigerator magnets and a dry erase board.

Well at least there's that. Probably not real useful here since everyone is expecting all sorts of random craziness.

[fluffytails]

Thank you kindly, I appreciate it. It's always good when constructs have a good, cordial relationship with their makers, I believe.

That sure is true. A problem for me as well, there's not much for a poor fox like myself to do what I am supposed to do. It's truly tragic.

[notjustinthemirror]

What do poor foxes like yourself normally do?

[fluffytails]

Drink alcohol, plot nefarious shemes that silly monks try to counter, and swap places with abducted princesses, for the most part.

How about your kind, what is your lot normally up to?

[notjustinthemirror]

Create alcohol. Trail around an incompetent ex-FBI agent while he gets assaulted by crazed homeless people. That's about it.

So you abduct princesses and then pretend to be them? Clever.

[fluffytails]

Is the alcohol any good? And fooling around with agents sounds rather enjoyable, I'm sure.

As for the later, it can be truly fun, particularly when there's a would-be knight in shining armor. Stringing them along is amusing.

[notjustinthemirror]

It's whatever you want it to be. Believe it or not some people like drinking shit that will make them go blind.

And what do you do with the would be princess?

[fluffytails]

Ah, I don't tend to drink beverages that strong. I could, mind you, I just don't like the taste much. My tongue is sensitive!

As for what I do to princesses, well... I am not a wolf, so I wouldn't eat them outside of euphemisms! I mostly have tea with them and send them off, they don't really offer much of interest for the most part.

[notjustinthemirror]

Missed opportunity. You could probably make them fight to the death using only their tiaras.

[fluffytails]

Hm, yes, but I'd think that to get boring after a few times. I like it more to send princes off on endless, futile goose chases.

[notjustinthemirror]

And after you kidnapped them they still trust that you're telling the truth about these things?

[fluffytails]

Odd isn't it? Most of them are gullible.

Some hit me with a frying pan instead.

[notjustinthemirror]

I'd recommend a crowbar for maximum bludgeoning power, but whatever they have handy I suppose.

Do they ever find these mythical things you send them out looking for?

[fluffytails]

Well, usually not. You can't find and slay mythical monsters that only exist when I want them to. [Well, for a given value of "exist"]

[notjustinthemirror]

Hey, one day they might surprise you. Come back with the head of a Chimera and you'll have to give back their kingdoms.

[fluffytails]

That'd be unfortunate, as I wouldn't like to give them my hand in marriage! I suppose I could just give them a hand in marriage.

And the reign over kingdom of deep-grotto-in-hill-in-middle-of-nowhere.

[notjustinthemirror]

I've heard if you lacquer them they won't even rot and stink up your house.

Sounds lovely.

[fluffytails]

Yes, I can imagine the smell would be a bother.

Depends on who you ask, I suppose. A prince would complain after a while. Well, he could complain to the bats, I suppose. Not that it'd do much.