so what was this about summoning again

[ashqelon]

He's almost forgotten what it feels like to be actually summoned. It catches him off-guard somewhat; when he bursts through, the puff of swirling smoke he becomes upon entry is more startled than actually menacing.

Though he's never actually specialised in menacing. There was that.

"So. What do you require of me, mortal? Speak." He materialises a vaguely animalistic form, wings and teeth and claws sprouting out of a semi-solid mass. It may be unsettling. He intends it to be the case.

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[pareidolist]

"Shit - shit!" James yelps, dropping the knife and clutching at his arm. He glares at where Ascalon used to be, realizes his mistake shortly after, and settles for glaring angrily at the knife on the ground. You really could have warned me, he snaps. His mind's voice is different, of course; faster, less curt, and a great deal poorer at hiding his emotions. And be careful up here. I'm already running out of space hosting a fucking fairy court.

He rolls up his sleeves and stares at his arm. The symbols, he immediately assesses, are badass. They are also going to get him in so much trouble. One step at a time. Speaking of which, he'll pick up the paring knife, stick it in a pocket, and start heading back into his house.

[ashqelon]

"I'm not actually inside your head, I'm in the knife." Now that James has dropped it on the ground, he's able to see that the symbols glow and spin whenever Ascalon speaks - and yes, now the knife is talking. "I won't interfere with your actual brain functions. Not part of the contract, unless you choose to extend it."

The symbols wriggle in an almost sheepish kind of way, separated from their brethren. They start moving towards concealment, and thankfully there's no pain there.

"Now what are you in such a hurry for?"