>>5291056Well, even in the middle of violence and carnage, you know one thing that’s sure to get everyone’s attention.
You send out a FuzzBuzz that’s a bit larger than your usual fare, big enough to be recognizable but still small enough to not look like an obvious threat. Instead, he serves not as a threat but merely as a declaration…
…and the change in atmosphere occurs with an immediacy even you couldn’t predict.
A ripple of movement and recognition courses through multi-Daughter melee, with one team abandoning the battlefield outright. The remaining girls pause, a few confused faces in the crowd quickly brought up to speed by furtive whispers and frantic pointing. A few tend to the wounded, Humoral powers stitching ravaged bodies back together as they’re pulled off to the sidelines while the majority have their attentions fixed on your envoy.
The hammer-wielding Daughter simply smiles when she catches sight of your calling card, and she promptly sits down cross-legged where she stands, the flames that consume her flesh flaring with either excitement or anticipation…it’s hard to tell with the rictus grin she has aimed at your FuzzBuzz.
The four camping Daughters, meanwhile, go on guard immediately upon realizing what it is that’s advancing on their position—the calcite sniper’s long gun dissolves into a bone dust that reassembles into a helmet with almost a dozen monocular eye ports as the Paladins move as one to tether themselves to their allies with familiar, scarlet strands. The Gluttonous moves with an urgency that’s startling to behold, and no sooner is she on her feet than the relic is promptly swallowed whole, disappearing into her distended mouth.
It’s a simple matter to forms words with the shifting carpet of down that adorns FuzzBuzz, your negotiations opening simply enough with a polite request to turn off the Relic so you can speak, plainly. The Gluttonous Daughter surprises you again by swiftly dispelling the field with a quick poke of her belly, allowing you and her to speak freely through your fuzzy ambassador.
“Much appreciated. I’m glad we can talk, now.” You begin warmly.
“Shu…the Defiant.” The other Daughter murmurs in a husky voice, seemingly coming to her sense as she clears her throat. “Yes, sorry about that! We try to keep that up and active when we’re resting. Makes it harder for Skintalkers to sneak up. I’m Genevieve!”
“A pleasure.” You say, letting your ambassador give the girls a curt little bow. The Calcite Armorer smirks, though the Humoral pair’s stony expressions haven’t budged an inch since you’ve arrived. “I’m glad it wasn’t anything vital. What brings you here?”
(Continued)
