well that was certainly something

[sonofsnow]

Arikat Kal'amm has had a very stressful morning. His mother revealed that she was going to sacrifice him to Virgloth in exchange for passage to her home dimension, then she was murdered by a roving band of Krann'gol raiders, and they tried to take him as a slave, but he fell into a portal... All in all, it's just been a really rotten day.

Anyway, he just fell into a portal. He's fallen onto some kind of... plant life? Tiny green leaves sticking out of the ground. (The ground is really soft. Kind of disturbing. Leaves also soft. He didn't even break anything.)

"Fucking hells," he says, mostly for form's sake.

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[missnicegirl]

The immediate vicinity contains nothing easily construed as dangerous or hostile. There are some trees, bushes, more grass, a few decoratively placed rocks, and a human child approaching from over thataway.

[sonofsnow]

If Ari tries very hard and believes in himself, he can construe anything as hostile!

But, honestly, it's probably just some kid. Not really the right aesthetic for a creepy-child demon. Ari tries to make himself more presentable by combing his fingers through his matted hair and adjusting his loincloth.

[missnicegirl]

She notices the strange child in a loincloth.

She blinks at him.

"Where did you come from?" she wonders.

[sonofsnow]

"Ihh... English. No," he apologizes. "Ihh... ma- ihh. Magik?"

[missnicegirl]

"Hm," she says, contemplating these utterances.

[sonofsnow]

His face screws up with the effort of remembering how to English.

"Ihm... Have- need-"

He gives up. Instead, he mimes throwing back a drink, then staggering about and falling to the ground.

"Magik," he clarifies.

[missnicegirl]

"Magic..." the human child echoes thoughtfully. "I think you should come home with me." She makes a beckoning gesture and takes a few steps along the path.

[sonofsnow]

He shrugs one shoulder affirmatively and follows along.

(If it's a trap, he can deal with that later. Those clothes have the look of a person who has food sources and permanent shelter, and he wants in on that action.)

[missnicegirl]

It's a shortish walk through more unsettlingly pleasant scenery to get to her house.

Her house is very large.

She traipses around to the back door and lets her mysterious companion into the kitchen, where she pours herself a cup of water from the sink and offers him one too.

[sonofsnow]

He shakes his head appreciatively at the house, which may not be the Emerald Spires of Kilron but certainly looks cozy. He drinks the proferred water with a thankful grin, reserving some to wipe the worst of the grime off his face.

He then returns to the task at hand. He repeats the mime request, adding in a bit of theatrical coughing and a spirited verse of an old Gerran drinking song. "To magik, to English. Get- ihh. Boots? Boosse?"

[missnicegirl]

...She ponders this request for a moment, and then she ponders whether she would like to fulfill this request since she's beginning to have a suspicion of what it is, and then she sighs and looks up at the cupboard above the fridge. It opens, and a bottle of brandy floats down to their level.

[sonofsnow]

Ari flashes her a brilliant smile. "Darak!"

He takes out a shiny white pebble which he picked up on the way over, then grabs the brandy out of the air and pours a splash over it. There's a flash of blue light, and he puts the pebble under his tongue.

"Thanks! I usually carry some Galler schnapps for that kind of thing, but, uh, this outfit's not big on the pockets."

[missnicegirl]

"How does that... work?" she asks, fascinated. "The magic. And how did you end up in the park, and where are you from?"

[sonofsnow]

"Magic? It's like any other skill, you just need to know what you're doing. And I arrived through a portal, more specifically a portal to Yakkor, which is where I'm from. It's a cozy little hell dimension. What's that weird plant outside?"

[missnicegirl]

"Which of the plants is the weird one?"

[sonofsnow]

"Like... these little green feathers, coming out of the ground. They're not even sharp, just- soft."

[missnicegirl]

"That's grass."

[sonofsnow]

"Well, alright. You've still got sensible plants, though, right? It's not all just mushy green stuff?"

[missnicegirl]

"What are sensible plants like?"

[sonofsnow]

"Sharp, colorful, poisonous, that sort of thing. Pretty and deadly."

[missnicegirl]

"Those sorts of plants are rarer than the green kinds," she says.

[sonofsnow]

"Ridiculous. What kind of demons have you got running around?"

[missnicegirl]

"...I don't think we have any."

[sonofsnow]

"...Come again?"

[missnicegirl]

"I don't think we have any demons."