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[lapwing]

[On the network is what appears to be a young boy, about 12 or 13 years old. For a moment, he stares quite soulfully at the video output impossibly deep, black eyes, and then pokes at the screen with one fingernail.]

Not even a proper imp in there, how's that for you...?

[He pulls back and mimes clearing his throat. A voice far, far more booming than is fit for the child's face resounds across the feed.]

Right, broadcast. AHEM. This is just a friendly, non-suspicious question, inquiring on when the next coup or violent overthrow of this government is going to be. Not that I'm actually advocating it, I just know you humans really can't resist.

I'm pretty handy with a popcorn machine if anyone can provide good seats.

Comments

[rathercommon]

[ Curiosity wins over teasing: ]

Did you really build the pyramids?

[lapwing]

Of course. [ He huffs a bit there. ]

How could you look at the walls of Uruk and gone, nope, this isn't the one. Lets leave this to some third rate djinni. I don't want to be remembered at all. Despite some deplorably lazy foliots doing their best to keep me off of my timetable and some djinni not worth mentioning leaving blocks out of true on my shift, it was CLEARLY my design and cut.

[rathercommon]

Foliots? Oh, I see. It was really foliots who built it.

[lapwing]

Have you MET one of those cut price djinn? One of THEM making a structure like THAT.

They couldn't make a mud pie if you baked them in! Trust me! I've tried!

[rathercommon]

Well, but they made it under your direction. Right?

[lapwing]

And me. I'm a hands on site manager. I've never met a magician who let me just sit back and direct while a couple of imps fan me with palm leaves after the first time they catch me.

[rathercommon]

Oh. Well. I'm just saying, the imps deserve recognition as well.

[lapwing]

Sure. Look em up.

[rathercommon]

Well...They're probably all dead, aren't they.

[lapwing]

By now? Definitely.

[rathercommon]

Poor things.

[lapwing]

[ NOT PROCESSING, ACTUALLY. ARE WE MOURNING IMPS.


THE SAME IMPS HE KNOWS??????



.....???? ????? ]

[rathercommon]

[ Kitty, oblivious to his confusion, goes on: ]

They have names, don't they? They must, to be summoned.

[lapwing]

Uuuuugggghh. I'm bored just thinking about it.

[ He flops down on the table. ]

[rathercommon]

[ Ugh. ]

Oh, yeah. And what if some marid said the name of a mere djinni wasn't worth remembering?

[lapwing]

[ He looks up. ]

First, I'd congratulate them for stringing that many words together.

[rathercommon]

Uh huh.

[lapwing]

I can even give them helpful grammar tips while I'm dodging Detonations.

[rathercommon]

You know, there's a contrast between what you say you'll do in front of the greater spirits and what you actually do.

[lapwing]

I think you mean, "Oh, Name Redacted, your tactical flexibility is so admirable."

[rathercommon]

Or possibly, "Goodness, you could be a bit more honest."

[lapwing]

Seems overrated.

[rathercommon]

Well, you've hardly given it a try.

[lapwing]

Not even once. Never kept my word or told it straight. Much easier this way.

[rathercommon]

That's also a lie.