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[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.

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[ She didn't have to ask him twice. Before her tiny wingbeats could take her out of contact, they're gone again. She barely has time to hear the gasps from the children at the strange show, before the comforting swirl of the Other Other Place envelops them. ]

It IS much nicer here.

[ Wistfully: ]

It's not bad at all, no.

[ She gathers up her essence into a small ball which, after a moment, sprouts a pair of little pearlescent wings, a tiny jewel-toned head. She's a small, slightly lumpen dragonfly now - not beautiful, but it's clear that all her earthly shapeshifting practice has taught her a thing or two. ]

[ It was worlds better than her last attempt, back in their own world. It helps that nothing here is trying to break that solidity back apart. Fondness ripples between them. ]

Not bad. You'll want to tighten up the thorax a bit.

[ The little creature's wings buzz - ]

The what?

[ And then she understands - the free flow of information between them is enough that she understands from his mind exactly what that word means. And so, carefully, she does reshape it a bit. ]

Right. How's that?

[ The presence that is Bartimaeus doesn't so much as solidify, but a push of a pure air element under the delicate gossamer wings. There's no up, no forward, but there's certainly the sensation of buoyancy that follows. ]

Better.

Try something more you now.

[ The dragonfly enjoys the flight a moment before it dissolves again. Carefully, awkwardly, Kitty forms again, turning into a rough approximation of a human shape, gradually remaking herself to get closer and closer to her actual appearance - her actual appearance being, of course, her older, wrinkled self. ]

How am I looking?

[ Bartimaeus doesn't so much as form a mirror, but take some of the essence floating around and create a shape matching hers, facing her object. It's faintly discomforting, like something being slightly off, rather than the painful it is on the other side of the gates. ]

... I like that one on you, you know.

What - the gray hair?

[ There's a weary sort of warmth in her voice as she asks that. ]

It's not exactly considered beautiful by most people.

Most people are terrible and seeing what's actually there. You should know that better than most.

Maybe. But you also don't really have much regard for human beauty standards, do you?

Not even the slightest. Personally, I chalk it up to a lack of creativity.

Or options.

Oh, yes, because we'd all be so much more charming with tentacles and stalk-eyes.

Let's pass on the tentacles. Never was fond of them. They always seemed like a spirit was trying too hard when he used them. Overcompinsating, dare I say.

Okay.

[ She has enough control over her form that she's able to manipulate her face into a smile. ]

So tell me about what the most beautiful forms to take are.

Mine, for one. [ The mirror image of Kitty dissolves gently into swirling rainbow lights. ] But I guess if you want something solid. I do have a few particularly awe inspiring AND interesting creations.

[ Warmly: ]

Brilliant. I absolutely want to see them. Go on. Impress me, won't you?

[ The essence floating in the Other Other Place compresses... shrinking, until the shimmering parts of Bartimaeus coalesced into the monster anyone looking at him on the It. Also is about two handspans tall, if Kitty's creation of her self is any gauge.]

Amazed yet? It's classy in all sorts of ways.

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