What Else May Come?

The wait wouldn't be long, though the first creature to appear might not be the best of first impressions. At first, as the sparkling lights crept almost cautiously near, sliding across the ground and rising up as it came to Percival's side, then slowly rose to circle around his shoulders.

I can't believe you're being kept waiting! a voice hissed in a masculine voice. You've come all this way – rude! We so deserve better! Perhaps not as rude as the voice first might've thought for another trail of lights had quietly approached as well, but was staying lower seemingly examining Percival's gun. It finally spoke up in a feminine voice.

These are quite fascinating. I'd greatly like to study them.

Stupid thing will probably break them, the male voice a all but snarled. But still, you seem more than ideal.

At least on that we can agree.

With little more, the two bundles of sparkles made a pass through Percival, them came back around to land in front of him taking their final forms. The male was a long, serpentine creature with four legs as black as soot while the female was a kangaroo.

Bond! Snapping Words of Sharp Criticism Fiend Familiar and A Click of Gears and Scratch of Quill Female Scholar Familiar to Percival!





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Snapping Words of Sharp Criticism Fiend Familiar

Mindspeech: Color #b40808

Somewhere deep in every soul is a splinter or personality that is the voice of criticism and bitter depreciation towards those around.

I can't believe he's wearing that... Why is she getting praised? I worked ten times harder!... Why am I hanging around with these idiots? I'm so far above their class....

Sharp Criticism is that facet magnified over and over so that it can't be utterly silenced. When he is around Percival he often leans in close to his Bonded's ear, whispering comments about those around that to say the least are far from kind in his hissing, arrogant voice. He and Percival are one and the same in his mind and are superior beings to everyone. They deserve the best. Granted Sharp Criticism is also something of a coward and so will never proceed beyond words given in private, even going so far as to play nice to those he was just bad-mouthing before when interactions are unavoidable. Some might be bold enough to claim his behavior is a manifestation of insecurity, but he'll never agree to such a preposterous thing!

Those versed in Draconic lore might call Sharp Criticism a landwyrm. He possesses a long, serpentine body stretching close to a yard carried about by fore legs ending in long, sharp claws. Each foot has some minor grasping capabilities, letting him climb very well and somewhat hold things though feats like writing or manipulating anything delicate are beyond his ability. He is covered in matte black scales spattered with crimson flecks and thin streaks to match his crimson eyes, as if he was caught in a blood mist. Jagged, razor-sharp bony plates run the length of his spine and arc over the top of his shoulders and hips as well as jut from his elbows; he's not exactly cuddly.







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A Click of Gears and Scratch of Quill Female Scholar Familiar

Mindspeech: Italics #aa30ff

When one comes to a new world there are often many new things to learn. After mastering simple survival and how society operates the odds are that there are a great many curiosities to uncover especially if one has a hobby. After all, there are literally am infinite number of technologies and schools of thought that would never have been reachable previously.

And given Percival crafts both guns and clockworks there really should been little question that Click of Gears wouldn't find him eventually.

Like most all Scholar Familiars Click of Gears is a studios sort, spending many long hours surrounded by books and papers, jotting down notes on her subject of study. But whereas some Familiars are broad-spectrum students she has dedicated her life to all things mechanical, from the most basic wind-up toy to the mecha-Bonds, the Athid. She possess documents on ancient machines, schematics from far worlds, even a few models to study. Given this it's likely that should Percival ever need to repair something or have an idea for a creation Click of Gears should prove to be quite useful. Percival might just want to ensure that if be ever leaves his guns around that they're unloaded; they might end up becoming the subject of another monograph complete with detailed diagrams. At least thankfully she is reserved even in the throes of manic research and won't destroy Percival's home with scattered books and papers.

Upon taking her final physical form it becomes clear why Click of Gears chose it: she has her own storage pocket! Click of Gears is a four-foot tall gray kangaroo. Yes, her fur is a rather drab monotone ash color but being able to take a seat balancing on her tail whenever she pleases is quite handy. Her front paws are more dexterous than a typical marsupial - she has rather good penmanship - and she often uses her pouch to store all manner of things from spare paper and writing implements to books on a topic and random bits of machinery. Said pouch seems extradimensional in nature as she can store up to ten pounds and objects up to three feet tall and two wide inside. Her intelligence is easily noted with just a glance in her deep green eyes, the mark of the Scholar rank of Familiars.


((And BP deducted for the purchase! 51-10=41))