Post by Kythl'gneg on May 17, 2021 9:45:17 GMT -5
Once again, Kythl'gneg had been stalking a potential client.
This one, though, served as quite the complicated conundrum. Unlike her other potential clients, who all had rather clearly defined personalities, wants and goals, this one was a bit more... well, a bit more erratic, so to speak.
So far, Kythl'gneg could only discern three things, really; she was angry, she was rude, and she was hungry.
Realistically, the girl probably needed a therapist more then she needed a manager.
That, however, was not a Kythl'gneg problem, and the woman's current disposition seemed like more then enough to work with. Sure, she'd pissed Erebos off, and Kythl'gneg was rather fond of that particular demon, but business was business, right? Kythl'gneg lacked the mucle she needed to pull of her most ambitious of schemes. You couldn't make an omlette without cracking a couple of eggs, and you couldn't revive a long-dead cult around sacrifices and eldritch worship without shaking up your approach. Kythl'gneg was a modern woman, and modern problems required modern solutions.
Despite everything, to Kyth, the woman was quite primitive. Maybe it had to do with the age gap, but the magician didn't exactly strike the Imhulu as one who put a lot of thought into things. Both a boon and a bane... for her purposes, anyways. If she could earn her loyalty, she'd have a force to be reckoned with... but for these types, that trust was lost soon as their interests failed to align.
So! Mutual goals were needed.
That's why Kythl'gneg had tracked the girl across the globe, waiting for the perfect opportunity to approach her. She eventually found it- though not in the area where she expected. The Majin was asleep on a deserted island, a few thousand metres off the coast of South City. What influenced her to make such a journey was beyond Kythl'gneg's calculations, but nonetheless, it was a stroke of good luck. Isolated, they had a chance to have a nice, long chat.
But first, she needed a hook. Something to keep the woman there. Of course, Kyth always came prepared- which was why she brought her food stall with her!
A hastilly- assembled thing adorned with simple decorations, Kythl'gneg set up her completely innocuous food stand a few meters away from the slumbering woman. Yanking some shadow demons out of a void portal she'd conjured on top of the bench, she was already preparing some of her most acclaimed void delicacies- fried ꍏꉣꌩꋪ, roasted ꒒ꂦꍏ꓄ꃅ, ꌗꉓꋪꍟꍏꂵ on rice with ꓄ꍟꋪꋪꂦꋪ sauce.
"Free Void Food! Get your Free Void Food here, free of charge! Come to this Free Void Food stand!" Indeed, Kythl'gneg had covered the prices printed on her food stand with duct tape. "Come one! Come all!"
This one, though, served as quite the complicated conundrum. Unlike her other potential clients, who all had rather clearly defined personalities, wants and goals, this one was a bit more... well, a bit more erratic, so to speak.
So far, Kythl'gneg could only discern three things, really; she was angry, she was rude, and she was hungry.
Realistically, the girl probably needed a therapist more then she needed a manager.
That, however, was not a Kythl'gneg problem, and the woman's current disposition seemed like more then enough to work with. Sure, she'd pissed Erebos off, and Kythl'gneg was rather fond of that particular demon, but business was business, right? Kythl'gneg lacked the mucle she needed to pull of her most ambitious of schemes. You couldn't make an omlette without cracking a couple of eggs, and you couldn't revive a long-dead cult around sacrifices and eldritch worship without shaking up your approach. Kythl'gneg was a modern woman, and modern problems required modern solutions.
Despite everything, to Kyth, the woman was quite primitive. Maybe it had to do with the age gap, but the magician didn't exactly strike the Imhulu as one who put a lot of thought into things. Both a boon and a bane... for her purposes, anyways. If she could earn her loyalty, she'd have a force to be reckoned with... but for these types, that trust was lost soon as their interests failed to align.
So! Mutual goals were needed.
That's why Kythl'gneg had tracked the girl across the globe, waiting for the perfect opportunity to approach her. She eventually found it- though not in the area where she expected. The Majin was asleep on a deserted island, a few thousand metres off the coast of South City. What influenced her to make such a journey was beyond Kythl'gneg's calculations, but nonetheless, it was a stroke of good luck. Isolated, they had a chance to have a nice, long chat.
But first, she needed a hook. Something to keep the woman there. Of course, Kyth always came prepared- which was why she brought her food stall with her!
A hastilly- assembled thing adorned with simple decorations, Kythl'gneg set up her completely innocuous food stand a few meters away from the slumbering woman. Yanking some shadow demons out of a void portal she'd conjured on top of the bench, she was already preparing some of her most acclaimed void delicacies- fried ꍏꉣꌩꋪ, roasted ꒒ꂦꍏ꓄ꃅ, ꌗꉓꋪꍟꍏꂵ on rice with ꓄ꍟꋪꋪꂦꋪ sauce.
"Free Void Food! Get your Free Void Food here, free of charge! Come to this Free Void Food stand!" Indeed, Kythl'gneg had covered the prices printed on her food stand with duct tape. "Come one! Come all!"