Without warning, the front door to the library gets knocked open and off its hinges, sent a bit of a distance by a ridiculous amount of force.
“Ok, for the last time:”, the lamia growls without even looking at the door, “This realm is seperate from your dimensional nexus. I am not obligated to pay any taxes here. The extradimensional council of rampaging poltergeists can go fuck themselves into their ectoplasmical behind, I OWE THEM NOTHING!”
Apparently this event was by far not the weirdest thing that has happened today…
kyoki-the-writer:
echoalien:
“No shit I look like shit, its not like the Foundation is a fucking Spa or something, they take care of very specific basic needs to keep you alive, and thats it really…”
Echo seems very slightly surprised as she starts getting drug along, and she lightly attempts to fight against the coils, not really desiring to have the ink snake attempt to provide any kind of care considering the handful of tubes and weird attachments still connected to her body that may otherwise cause problems if removed improperly.
“Let go of me, I need to be cleaned up but I don’t think you can provide all the proper care i need for this particular situation, its not just visible appearance…”
“You stink. So it is bathtime. NOW!”
Going by the sound of that Echo had lost absolutely every right to negotiate. One could wonder what she had meant with “stink” since there was nothing that unusual about Echo’s smell right now, but a snake-like being could probably pick up things a “normal” being could not.
Since her last visit months ago the bathroom had changed quite a lot. The small bathtub was gone and instead there was a large niche carved into the wall, numerous holes indicating that if one would stand in the middle of it, they would be sprayed with water from all directions.
That in itself wouldn’t be so weird, if it was not for the fact that the whole thing seemed capable of rotating and was lockable from the outside. Generally, the design could remember someone of a washing machine…
A moment after seeing it, Echo’s tail quickly wraps around the Writeress’ midsection, squeezing surprisingly hard despite her apparent weakness, as if she intended not to let the Writeress let her go.
“Are you serious? If you’re really gonna do this, then at least go in with me... i’m vulnerable, and not likely to take a beating very well from something like ....that... and it oddly looks like something you’ve complained about being put in before, in cloak form...”
She gestures towards the ‘bath’ in a rather irritated way as she says ‘that’, and then attempts to bury herself in the Writeress’ coils, as if she could disappear there, like the world was currently too much for her at the moment, all while keeping her tail tightly wrapped around the Writeress’ midsection.
