Video - Unseelie/Seelie

[withbite]

[Have a picture of this looking in the locket, Drabwurld.]



Things they don't tell you; participating in their little fun-time hunty quests could get you turned into a goddamn bat. These are things you might want to clarify beforehand.

[Oh look, the bat's talking. Hi, talking bat. If a bat could look grumpy and pissed off, this one was making a valiant attempt to achieve that goal. The voice might be somewhat familiar to anyone who'd talked to a certain vampire before.]

If this is permanent, I swear to god I will shit in everything edible until it's fixed. This isn't exactly the way to get your 'subjects' to play nice. I would have happily ripped the damn thing's head off, but someone forgot to tell me to be careful that it would use some kind of deer magic to turn me into... this. Someone fix this.

[He was trying so hard to scowl. Really. But bats just don't have eyebrows.]

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[gordianknots]

[Waver sniffs, his nose knocking against the locket.]

And now you've had your dose of perspective.

[withbite]

But really, a hedgehog? How do you even move?

[gordianknots]

Carefully. And with great annoyance.

[withbite]

Do you even have feet?

[Said the not-guy who's hands were now part of his wings. He had the biggest armpits of any animal ever. But hey, versatility. And he could hang upside down. Bonus.]

[gordianknots]

I presently have four paws, two ears, a back full of spikes, and a deep, deep hatred of the fact that I am incredibly tiny.

[He's usually five foot ten, so. The height thing's important.]

[withbite]

Yeah, I can't say I'm fond of the fact that I'm about the size of a marshmallow. There are bigger bats out there.

[gordianknots]

For what it's worth, you're a menacing looking marshmallow.

[withbite]

... I'm choosing to take that as a compliment.

Do those spikes actually do anything? Or are they just decoration?

[gordianknots]

It was meant as one.

I've gotten myself stuck on some fabric, so let's go with in theory they're useful. Just...not around a bed.

[withbite]

You realize you're going to have to have an imp follow you around to make sure you don't get stepped on.

[Damon at least had speed on his side.]

[gordianknots]

I don't live within the courts, actually, so imps are right out of the question. But I have roommates that are amused enough to carry me about with oven mits right now.

[withbite]

Hope your 'roommates' don't have dogs. Or cats.

[Or weird immortal cat people that wouldn't care about having a hedgehog passing through their digestive tracts.]

[gordianknots]

If they do, they're very new additions to the place that I haven't had a chance to meet yet and I really hope I smell more human than animal to them.

[withbite]

Don't bet on it. You'll just smell like a human-handled bite-sized snack.

[gordianknots]

The only advantage is that the spikes might stick someone's mouth, I'm afraid.

[withbite]

I'm sure someone can figure it out if they want. Hedgehogs get eaten by something.

[gordianknots]

Well, if I do get eaten, I'll be sure to locket you first and let you know who can avoid the spikes. They might come after bats next.

[withbite]

Consider me so very grateful.

[This entire conversation was swimming in sarcasm and he was actually amused by it.]

[gordianknots]

[Sarcasm is a vital part of keeping the Drabwurld running, really.]

Oh, I'd be hurt if you weren't.

Er, probably more hurt than being digested.

[withbite]

[Preach, brother in sarcasm.]

See, now you're making me think of those frat boys that swallow live goldfish.

[gordianknots]

Oh good lord, I could have gone my whole life without knowing that there were American university students doing that.

[withbite]

Sadly, I think it expands beyond Americans, though they're probably the front runners for strange, messed up things they put in their bodies.

[gordianknots]

I like to pretend that my own students wouldn't be that foolish and ridiculous.

[withbite]

That depends. Where are you from?

[gordianknots]

England, round about 2014. I'm a university professor.