[There's a shuffling sound, and then a grumbling that can't quite be made out. When she finally speaks, there's an odd edge to her voice; maybe panic, maybe anger, maybe something else entirely.]
Anyone care to explain why the tattoo I didn't want is now imitating poison oak and spreading up my leg?
[She pauses, and there's a bit more shuffling.]
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(Actually, it probably is. Looks like you won't be able to complete it after all.)
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[And now she's mumbling.] Especially with a brain-splitting headache.
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[Bartimaeus has sympathy for your plight, can you feel it? CAN YOU FEEL IT?]
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[SHE IS GROUCHY WITH HEADACHE BARTIMAEUS. She might seriously find you just to bite you.]
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[There's a dismissive gesture that you can't see.]
There's also no time limit but what you put on it. It all depends on how much you love that djinni frolicking about you.
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In which case thanks for caring I guess.
There is no frolicking, and I can only imagine how frustratingly bored you are right now, but I will ask anyway: have you noticed anything odd about this place in regards to what you are capable of doing?
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[This is an attitude cultivated over hundreds and hundreds of years, Tammy; he's just deigning to use many of these fine annoyance tactics on you.]
Boredom is nothing to the ache of being here. That I'm done with the moment some fool summons me forth and makes me exist. Otherwise, the only odd thing I've noticed is that there's no magician making me use my vast capabilities to any foul purpose.
[Bartimaeus is running on three months without having to use a Detonation or other spell, you see. He's kept to himself and, despite many challenges against his impressive skills, he has abstained from trouble. You could almost call him a model citizen? Hahahahaha... I mean.]
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[Color her just THRILLED AS PUNCH to be on the receiving end of these tactics. Cause she doesn't have enough annoyance in her life.]
So your capabilities are intact? [Cause see, this djinn's capabilities are not. And it's a tad worrying. And on top of the hunger...]
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Better than yours, I bet. Why so concerned? Eager to do something flashy to impress that human you hide out in?
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It's a simple matter of feeding myself. I'm cut off from my source. I can't take without giving, and giving is not easy here. And please, I've no interest in getting into a magical pissing contest.
[Yep, it's using a vulgar human turn of phrase. And it gives no shits.]
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Ah, the wise words of the already-defeated.
Have you considered eating a doughnut instead? It's very filling, if very fattening, but I'm sure your essence could use the plumping.
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That junk feeds this body; does nothing for my "essence" as you refer to it. That requires something far more decadent.
Goddamn it, gross.
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Try imps.
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As I said before, they are extinct where I'm from. And I haven't seen any here.
Have we even LOOKED?
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You should take a look around, like the good... one of you said. There's no harm in searching things out for yourself, you know.
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Oh believe me we will. I don't even know what an imp is but it's better than...than what it wants.
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