#negativeroom

[empcrer]

[1000lvrs]

such strange guests tiptoe within the halls of the House of Hope these days. being from the depths of the hells, haarlep had seen more than their fair share of monstrous beasts but this was a new one; a mindflayer. raphael had informed them a little, about what was going on on the surface. tadpoles, the absolute, blah, blah. it meant nothing to the incubus. they went about their days as per usual, splayed out on a bed of decadence (the sheets red silk with tasseled pillows lining the top), they propped their head up against their hand. infernal eyes raked over the aberration. "So..." shameless was the gaze that landed on strange mouth that just barely peeked out from between four twitching tentacles. "With those things- I bet you can give really intense oral."

@negativeroom

[empcrer]

@negativeroom inquired – "be careful with words. they can be forgive, but never forgotten." // also from Kas if you want 👉👈

His brow falls to a quick furrow. Her warning is a tale he lives by all too well. The illithid mustn't give the entire truth to the matters at hand– unless it's directly asked for. Giving away unimportant information much may result in the dismantlement of his plans. A result most undesirable if his chosen allies decide to use such revelations against him.

" Is that a caution of your patron? " His voice rises in the recesses of her mind. " …They were wise in divulging this information to you. "

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He's sending those brain waves of amusement.

[illithilit]

@negativeroom continued:

          COUNTLESS TIMES, they two had fought over the particulars of one qualm or another -- and to Omeluum's credit, such disagreements were not always of its own creation; Grazilaxx knew well that it was stubborn, and not the most vested individual in the bettering of its own moral standings, to say nothing of the countless times it had been told it was... What was the wording...? 'Difficult to get along with.' As if it had asked. As if at any one point, it had once in its life asked another individual to stay. ( Not quite the truth; looking once again upon its kin, it's reminded of the countless niceties it's offered over the years, without expectation of repayment. The sorts of things one simply does not do if one does not care for the individual in question, and does not wish to see them better at noon than the dawn bore them. Grazilaxx had never directly asked Omeluum to remain, and so they had drifted in distance at least the once to recollection, yet, here they stood once more -- Grazilaxx willing all the same to go further from its own way to see to its kin. )

          "After our last exchange, I assumed there would be more to come when the time and energy were available. My apologies for predicting incorrectly." Tentacles of its own coiled upwards in an unspoken 'I am pleased to be incorrect,' left otherwise in the void, for but a moment before its attention shifted to the squirming, 'watching' matter at hand. It had been ages since it had last seen a tadpole so close, but on the surface, this one stood out no more than any of the others.

          "That is.... Exceedingly unusual." The distance between the two was covered in a matter of moments so that its claws could pluck up the vessel for closer study. "From memory, that description brings nothing to mind from my specialty; a demon at work will corrupt, if it must play a long-term scheme, but this.... This requires patience I would not expect from most of their kind." While it pondered in following silence, the light around its palm fled into the world around, choked out by the building shadows of a spell meant to read the threads of the weave spoken into the tadpole's leash.

          One hand abruptly released, while the other lashed out to catch the youngling before its descent proved dangerous, yet the only response Grazilaxx gave for a matter of a minute or so was the agitated writhing of its tentacles. "This magic is most unusual indeed... I cannot claim to have witnessed this manner of weave in my lifetime -- and so I feel I must ask... What do you know of the cult who has produced this specimen?"

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@negativeroom inquired – I couldn't wait another minute. // from ome, feeling a lil sappy

It's been a few months. His venture out into the Sword Coast to collect vital information and allies for the Knights of the Shield has been successful. Some allies even being a fellow illithid of devious nature, and the Xana.thar's Thieves Guild it partners with. With their knowledge and resources Waterdeep's flow of commerce has fallen into The Emp.eror's control.

He spent most of his nights there. Working through the ledgers, conversing and debating which twisted politicians should crumble beneath their grasp. It's brought… a thrill, a purpose he hasn't felt in so long. All of which he's documented in the letters he's sent to Ome.luum.

His letters also spoke of the curiosities of the well-being of their small colony. How he misses being within the resonance of the scholar's academic mind, and… how its research is fairing. All sprinkled with coy teases here and there to leave a subtle trail of lust in his penmanship.

So when their minds are within range, The Emp.eror beckons them. He's outside the Arcane Tower. Some colony members are already outside aiding him in unloading his new belongings, so when the Scholar is at the top of the steps… the old illithid mimics a grin.

" I hope I didn't draw you away from your research… Ome.luum. "

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+ "Do you consider me an important asset?" // from Ome

send a + and a question my muse must answer honestly.

" Without question. " The sensation of endearment wafts heavily off the illithid. Even before they were able to meet face to face, the Emp.eror knew well of the scholar's capabilities. Their experience of being an independent and their knowledge of the mundane world outwits their young colony; and is useful when it comes to teaching them the intricacies and fallacies of the world.

And their headstrong behavior made for a balance in their dynamic. He prefers to be tested and questioned. It meant a more probable outcome in future plans, and their cooperation.

His tentacles quiver. " You are my second in command for this colony. Without your guidance and expertise there would have been delays in our path to greatness. You are needed here, Ome.luum… This is your home. "

[judgcmcnt]

The Five Senses | Always Open

@negativeroom prayed

[ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] // From Valtiel !

A low metallic tone reverberates within the cage when he feels hands on his shoulders, following the lines of scars along them. He needs not feel on the defense for he knows who the hands belong to, the scent unmistakable. The Yellow God seems to have come to him once again from the high reaches of pipes and gears.

His presence is welcomed by his red counterpart.

Another noise similar to the first is given as he lifts his head to gently push his nose against one of Valtiel's arms, keeping it there as he takes in more of his scent. It brings comfort where such a thing is rare, especially among creatures of their own ilk. For a moment they can both be at ease in the presence of another.

A black tongue slips from iron jaws to lick at leather skin, perhaps a return of the soft touches.