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Queen Honey Bubbles
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"I'm a little busy today, and we're only barely settling in. How does tomorrow sound?"
>Hakun: "I suppose I could use an extra day to plan this properly. And get cake! Tomorrow it is!"
Oh man. I can't risk doing this blind. Who knows what'll happen if he gets a piece of my soul? Damnit. I'd be betraying the clan by helping an enemy right on their own damn isle... I need more info. I should tell someone, but what'll happen to dad? Would the clan care about him enough to try and save him?
... I guess I wouldn't be all that comfortable breaking my word, even to a monster. Damnit mom, why'd you drill that into my head? Argh. What if he could be trusted? He'd be a BIG help against Alexander. But... If I trust him and I'm wrong, I-
>Hakun: "So what do you think?"
"Huh?"
Tiffany realizes that they've walked all the way back to town, and are standing in front of an empty single-story detached house. She stares at it blankly.
>Hakun: "This is your new home! What do you think?"
"Coo'."
>Gareth: "Strange. Isn't your dad supposed to be cleaning the place up?"
"Ahh, I guess he's taking a break, or off to the store or something. Or the pub."
>Hakun: "A pity. I would've loved to meet him. And show you the place, but I think your father has all the keys."
>Gareth: "Yeah, I gave em to him."
>Hakun: "Oh well. I'll catch him later. So, let's go inside and patch up your familiar."
Hakun leads the group into the next house over. It's a rustic little cottage, decorated with various paintings and glassware. Once in the living room, Gareth walks over to a cabinet and retrieves some first-aid items, and begins to administer to Mulder's wounds. Hakun and Tiffany sit down nearby.
>Hakun: "So, what were you thinking so hard about out there? You were waaay to spaced out."
"Oh, umm, well... I got thinking about that whole possession thing and remembered something Alexander mentioned. Something about 'demons'" air-quotes don't fail me now "or something. Could you tell me about them?"
>Hakun: "Weeeeel, I guess... Oh that reminds me, I was asked to find out what kinda stuff Alexander taught you and correct any misinformation. Y'know, for safety's sake. But that can wait a couple of days, just don't go doing any of the ol' hocus pocus now haha."
"About the demons?"
>Hakun: "Oh right. Well the proper term is actually daemon. Well... Beyond the borders of our reality is a vast expanse of swirling chaos, filled with all manner of strange and nasty things. We call it the Outside. Now, it's not really a place, per se, a bit more like limbo actually. Now, a whole bunch of spirits live there. Well I say live but you know what I mean, they're not alive in a normal sense. Anyway, classifying spirits is a bit tricky, but we usually give a few defining features for each type. Phantasms for example are spirits that are capable of manifesting physically despite not having a corporeal form. Jester's one. Daemons are usually characterised by their insatiable urge to kill and inflict pain upon others. They're usually just mindless beasts, always extremely dangerous but manageable by the right precautions. For example, the blackguards at the castle, you know those black armour things, they're daemons bound to very specific orders. Of course, they were made before I was even born, so I couldn't say much more about them before hitting the books."
"Wait wait, you said they're dumb beasts. How dumb?"
>Hakun: "Animals, really."
>Mulder: "HEY."
>Hakun: "Oh hush. But yeah, it's rare to find one that can even form simple words. The blackguards don't actually speak, they just echo certain lines, expecting certain responses. Anyway, a young daemon is really weak and stupid. As they grow, they become stronger and smarter. I don't know if there's an actual limit to how strong and smart they can become, but they rarely make it past predatory cunning. Oh my. I'm such a poor host. Would you like some tea? Or cocoa? I think I've got some dry cake stored up somewhere. Be right back!"
Hakun dashes off to the kitchen. ... Oh man. This is bad. I've got to get help with this.
At a low voice: "Umm, Gareth... How much do you trust Hakun?"
>Gareth: "How much do you trust me?"
"Excuse me?"
>Gareth: "Look... I've seen hawk victims before. If these were made by a hawk, I'm a monkey's uncle."
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