If you wish to be accosted by the unwashed masses, you may do that on your own time.
[ A sniff. He's got no interest in being waylaid when they have useful tasks to attend to, but he doesn't begrudge Viktor for the desire, even if that desire is not necessarily shared. ]
Do wh- [ The question is so out of the blue that Emet-Selch is jarred from his thoughts as effectively as if Viktor'd smacked him on the back of the head. Ah. Hythlodaeus. Of course. Emet-Selch can't blame him for asking, and glances over the two figures, lingering. ]
No. I was intentional about ensuring that could not happen again.
[ Hythlodaeus would find it terribly amusing for him to have done such a thing again, but Emet-Selch was careful. He had already erred once, and the idea of creating them after already doing that to Hythlodaeus - no. He skims through the magical makeup of both of them just to be certain, but there is nothing out of the ordinary. There was, he thinks wryly, nothing out of the ordinary with the shade of Hythlodaeus, either, but he also could not bear to look at him for periods longer than a few moments. ]
They are - for lack of a better word - programmed to act as we do. A set routine, and then retiring to bed. Were they attacked, they would manage a passable effort before ultimately expiring. They would be able to tell us who made the attempt, though.
[ So long as Emet-Selch recognizes the face that they show, anyway. He glances over to Viktor once satisfied his manifestations aren't about to accidentally gain sentience when he looks away, and then looks at Viktor, the curve of his waist, the spread of his shoulders in the robes, and swallows. The magic that settles over them prickles, like a faint cloth tossed over their heads. Emet-Selch can see through the veil to the changes Viktor's made, but the moment the enchantment falls Emet-Selch is relatively certain he goes invisible as well as Viktor, to Viktor's own eyes. ]
I've had practice in snooping about while invisible. If you are satisfied, we may leave.
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[ A sniff. He's got no interest in being waylaid when they have useful tasks to attend to, but he doesn't begrudge Viktor for the desire, even if that desire is not necessarily shared. ]
Do wh- [ The question is so out of the blue that Emet-Selch is jarred from his thoughts as effectively as if Viktor'd smacked him on the back of the head. Ah. Hythlodaeus. Of course. Emet-Selch can't blame him for asking, and glances over the two figures, lingering. ]
No. I was intentional about ensuring that could not happen again.
[ Hythlodaeus would find it terribly amusing for him to have done such a thing again, but Emet-Selch was careful. He had already erred once, and the idea of creating them after already doing that to Hythlodaeus - no. He skims through the magical makeup of both of them just to be certain, but there is nothing out of the ordinary. There was, he thinks wryly, nothing out of the ordinary with the shade of Hythlodaeus, either, but he also could not bear to look at him for periods longer than a few moments. ]
They are - for lack of a better word - programmed to act as we do. A set routine, and then retiring to bed. Were they attacked, they would manage a passable effort before ultimately expiring. They would be able to tell us who made the attempt, though.
[ So long as Emet-Selch recognizes the face that they show, anyway. He glances over to Viktor once satisfied his manifestations aren't about to accidentally gain sentience when he looks away, and then looks at Viktor, the curve of his waist, the spread of his shoulders in the robes, and swallows. The magic that settles over them prickles, like a faint cloth tossed over their heads. Emet-Selch can see through the veil to the changes Viktor's made, but the moment the enchantment falls Emet-Selch is relatively certain he goes invisible as well as Viktor, to Viktor's own eyes. ]
I've had practice in snooping about while invisible. If you are satisfied, we may leave.