A few complaints to register

[wylderrant]

Name: Iramaat
Date: 5/21
Format: Voice/Picture

[ The wonderful denizens of Aefenglom are treated to Iramaat's dulcet tones - although they're pitched down into something almost like a pout or even despair. ]

This is unacceptable, it really is. [ There's a long-suffering sigh and then she continues. ]

Pulling me across time and space and one thing, but this? Is another. They've changed my ears! My beautiful, beautiful ears...

[ Sounds like someone got their first bit of change since their arrival. And she decides to prove that am oment later with a sepia-toned picture of herself. Her long, pointy elf-ears have been replaced with a pair of ears that more closely resemble those of a deer (and they seem to have shifted slightly up the sides of her head). They've even got that dusting of fur, although it's hard to tell what color it all is. Her expression is incredibly morose and not at all happy. Maybe even a bit overwrought. ]

At least tell me I'm not the only one...? [ Well, she half knows that, but she wants to confirm it. ]

Comments

[scaling]

[ He sounds completely unbothered; turns out he's used to chatty people. ]

Not much, just enough to be noticeable. [ Like being surprised to find the source of a noise farther than he would have normally expected. ]

Have you had other changes, too?

[wylderrant]

No, no, nothing else. Aside from the whole being stripped of my powers thing when I arrived...

[ She sighs a long-suffering sigh. ]

This probably won't be the end of it, of course.

[scaling]

[ A brief pause, a quiet exhale. ]

I don't think it is, either. It doesn't feel like it.

[wylderrant]

I hate just waiting around for it. It feels... distinctly un-heroic.

[ Harumph. She sighs and there's a long moment of silence. ]

I wonder what's causing this change, anyway. Some property of the world?

[scaling]

Feeling ready to grab it by the horns? [ Is that an intentional joke drawing on her deerlike ears? Akira's voice betrays nothing.

He makes a thoughtful noise. ]

That's what I was thinking. Maybe we're being affected by the magic here.

[wylderrant]

I'd like to, as long as it doesn't grab mine first.

[ She's absolutely making that joke right back. ]

Entirely possible. I've known worlds that have had that sort of affect on humans. Never my kind, though...

[scaling]

Better be quick, then. [ And now the amusement in his voice peeks through. This place seems to be full of unexpected developments, after all. ]

You've been to other worlds before this one?

[wylderrant]

Technically, I suppose. The Dreaming is its own world, but it lies alongside that of mortals. And I used to go back and forth as it pleased me...

[ Not here, though. ]

[scaling]

What is that world like?

[ He sounds particularly interested in this parallel world she's talking about. ]

[wylderrant]

Oh, wonderful, amazing, malleable! It's where my people come from and we can generally change it to suit ourselves - although it does mirror the mortal world in a few ways.

[ She sounds much cheerier now. ]

It really depends, though.

[scaling]

What kind of ways?

[ He's asking a lot of questions, but it reminds him vaguely of the Metaverse (he knows it's not, but still) and she seems to enjoy talking about it... ]

[wylderrant]

Well...

[ Iramaat pauses. ]

We can alter it to suit our needs. We have... quite a bit of power with regards to how its shaped and perceived, especially by humans who wander in.

[scaling]

Ah, I see why you call it the Dreaming.

[ Akira still sounds intrigued by the concept, but he's gleaned a decent understanding of it from her descriptions. ]

Seems like this world has nothing like that. [ No Metaverse, no Dreaming. Or at least no way to access them. ]

[wylderrant]

At least not that I've seen so far. Which seems dreadfully unfortunate, you know? They do have this whole Cwyld infection, though, which... isn't as pleasant, admittedly.

[ She pauses and there's the sound of her clicking her tongue. ]

What about your world?

[scaling]

It's normal. Just humans, no Monsters or magic. Nothing like the Cwyld, either, at least not in recent history.

[wylderrant]

Really? That sounds... a bit dull, honestly. Like there'd be no room for Fair Folk or anything like that.

[ She sounds disappointed, honestly. ]

[scaling]

Maybe not. Or for whatever I'm turning into. [ Still, he sounds a little bit fond as he continues. ] It's home, though.

[wylderrant]

Home is where the heart is or something like that.

[ She laughs. ]

I can't fault you for your love of it, honestly. [ A pause. ]

Any idea what sort of ears those are, anyway? Yours, I mean.

[scaling]

[ A soft hum of agreement. ]

Rabbit. [ He's quiet for half a beat until he clarifies the type of Monster. ] Puca. It might've been hard to tell this early, if my eyes hadn't turned yellow.

[wylderrant]

Mine are bit more... deer-like, I think? Not entirely sure where I'm going, but we'll have to wait and see.

[ Hmm. ] A little convenient that you already know yours, I suppose.

[scaling]

Yeah. It's nice to have an idea of what's coming.

For what it's worth, I think yours look fine. [ It sounds genuine; they're definitely better than his half-transformed ones for sure. ]

[wylderrant]

You really think so...?

[ He can't see it, but she's reaching up to poke at one of them. ]

[scaling]

Maybe it's because I don't know what your old ones look like, but I think they suit you.

[wylderrant]

You're sweet.

[ She laughs quietly before continuing. A low little chuckle. ]

What's your name, anyway?

[scaling]

Akira Kurusu. Nice to meet you.