Joker has absolutely no idea what Hyth is talking about, although 'the life that thrived upon the star' does have a nice, vaguely occult-y sort of poetry about it. He'll have to file that one away in the old memory banks, in case he ever has to go through the whole 'convince us you're insane' rigamarole again.
Nor does he know what a 'creation magick' is, exactly, or what Hyth is doing on his knees. And to be perfectly honest here, this whole thing is starting to give off crazy hippie vibes, just a smidge, and if he hadn't already had a taste of what Skip could do, Joker might be seriously reconsidering the invite up. As things stand, however, he's content to simply wait and watch.
And when he sees Hythie's new pet emerge out of thin air, his patience seems well worth it, indeed.
What the actual fuck is that thing? A Ketos, right, but...
He looks at the gaping maw of teeth. The flat eyes.
It reminds him, just a little, of a shark. A Land Shark! Ha.
"He does look sturdy, now that you mention it..." Not that Joker's in any hurry to put a hand out toward it, even if Hyth is perfectly comfortable playing pet-the-thing. Joker has worked with sharks before; he knows how that game can end. No, he's going to stay right where he is, thanks, a solid five feet away.
He does, however, turn his head toward the bedroom and call, "Harley! Come out here and meet our guests." Does the Ketos count as a guest? What the hell, why not?
"My submissive," he explains to Hyth. "She'd kill me if she missed a chance to see that."
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Nor does he know what a 'creation magick' is, exactly, or what Hyth is doing on his knees. And to be perfectly honest here, this whole thing is starting to give off crazy hippie vibes, just a smidge, and if he hadn't already had a taste of what Skip could do, Joker might be seriously reconsidering the invite up. As things stand, however, he's content to simply wait and watch.
And when he sees Hythie's new pet emerge out of thin air, his patience seems well worth it, indeed.
What the actual fuck is that thing? A Ketos, right, but...
He looks at the gaping maw of teeth. The flat eyes.
It reminds him, just a little, of a shark. A Land Shark! Ha.
"He does look sturdy, now that you mention it..." Not that Joker's in any hurry to put a hand out toward it, even if Hyth is perfectly comfortable playing pet-the-thing. Joker has worked with sharks before; he knows how that game can end. No, he's going to stay right where he is, thanks, a solid five feet away.
He does, however, turn his head toward the bedroom and call, "Harley! Come out here and meet our guests." Does the Ketos count as a guest? What the hell, why not?
"My submissive," he explains to Hyth. "She'd kill me if she missed a chance to see that."