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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

[inmyothertights]

Why go small. Go full on springbok.

[lapwing]

[ The boy's face elongates, eyes rising.. until.. ]

I dunno. Could still use some fire.

[inmyothertights]

The flames come out of the horns.

[lapwing]

Oh, there's an idea.

[ Rather than tufty flames at the end, it runs up along the edges of the horns, wreathing the black antlers in a subtly blue fire. Bartimaeus gives the fur a bit of a silvery touch just to give it that little something. ]

Now I just need a bunch of humans trying interestingly poisonous substances. BAM. [ It's emphasized with a hoof on the desk. ] Whole new set of cautionary tales about New Jersey.

[inmyothertights]

Just don't let them attack you.

[lapwing]

Yeaaahhh, not particularly worried there. Though points for keen otherworldly fashion sense there, mate.

[inmyothertights]

Thanks.

[lapwing]

[ The fire winks out and the djinni settles back into a more comfortable form. In this case, Kitty Jones. Even her voice is perfect. ]

Not a problem. As rare and dazzling as it is to get a compliment from one such as I.

[inmyothertights]

From a Kitty Jones impersonator? There's one in a club in Heropa who does it in a bass-baritone at least once a week.

[lapwing]

[ She blinks at the camera once, twice.



And with no further ado, just cracks the hell up. ]

Oh REALLY? I need to see this.

[inmyothertights]

Yeah, he's there on Tuesdays and Fridays.

[lapwing]

I hope he gets the hair right.

[rathercommon]

Billy! Don't - Oh, God.

[ She drops her face into her hand. ]

I'm never going to hear the end of it now.

[lapwing]

[ She's still laughing over here. ]

[inmyothertights]

Oh come on! Even you know he's better at being you than you are.

[rathercommon]

Excuse me. No one is better at being me than me.

[inmyothertights]

This guy is.

[rathercommon]

Right, only part of being Kitty Jones is a willingness to sock someone in the face when they're being a git. If you take my hint.