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7/11/2025, 2:46:23 AM
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While ZZ is getting stuff sorted for the mission ahead, you busy yourself with entertaining the Emperor by showing it around the bits of the base which your sister has permitted, and telling it the tale of how you captured Patmo-Shoka for yourself, braving the depths to save your sister from the wicked Unseelie Queen who ruled it prior to your arrival.
You snicker a little at the way the idea sounds, in your head: YOU, a demogoblin adventurer with barely a copper coin to your own name and no pedigree to speak of, entertaining an EMPEROR. Imagine that!
(But then again, the hundun ain’t REALLY royalty… And hey, you’re a Yosef! That’s PRACTICALLY royalty, right?)
“Quite right, quite quite right! Or, well, I assume so—I do not actually know what a ‘Yosef’ even is, if I’m to be quite honest. I hope you won’t take offence? I think you’d make a fine Empress.”
“Th-thanks… Hey, waittaminute!” You give the Naked Emperor a hard look. “Be straight with me, now: can you read minds, or what the fuck is goin’ on there?”
“An excellent question! Marvellous! Insightful!” The hundun pauses, and then—sounding faintly embarrassed—answers: “I think I can?”
“…Ya don’t know?”
“Well, I can hear without ears, and speak without a mouth, and language has never been a barrier to understanding for me… Even if a great many other things have been, ho ho! I’ve been led to believe that implies some form of psychic ability, but who’s to say?”
“…But ya heard me thinkin’ shit ta myself jus’ now?”
“Did I? My my, I must have done so, no? I’ll have to take your word for it.” It pauses, and after a moment, it adds: “You think quite loudly, you know.”
You flush a little, unsure how to take that.
“But your voice is a pleasant one.”
“Thanks,” you say, less enthusiastically this time, though you’re still somehow flustered by the intimate (albeit apparently unintentional) invasion.
The two of you stroll in silence for a while after that—well, you stroll while the hundun rolls. You make an effort to quiet your thoughts, which only makes you think about stuff you don’t want to even MORESO, but out of politeness or because you’re not thinking loudly enough (???) to get its attention, The Naked Emperor makes no comment upon your mental meanderings.
Well, until you bump into Martyn.
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While ZZ is getting stuff sorted for the mission ahead, you busy yourself with entertaining the Emperor by showing it around the bits of the base which your sister has permitted, and telling it the tale of how you captured Patmo-Shoka for yourself, braving the depths to save your sister from the wicked Unseelie Queen who ruled it prior to your arrival.
You snicker a little at the way the idea sounds, in your head: YOU, a demogoblin adventurer with barely a copper coin to your own name and no pedigree to speak of, entertaining an EMPEROR. Imagine that!
(But then again, the hundun ain’t REALLY royalty… And hey, you’re a Yosef! That’s PRACTICALLY royalty, right?)
“Quite right, quite quite right! Or, well, I assume so—I do not actually know what a ‘Yosef’ even is, if I’m to be quite honest. I hope you won’t take offence? I think you’d make a fine Empress.”
“Th-thanks… Hey, waittaminute!” You give the Naked Emperor a hard look. “Be straight with me, now: can you read minds, or what the fuck is goin’ on there?”
“An excellent question! Marvellous! Insightful!” The hundun pauses, and then—sounding faintly embarrassed—answers: “I think I can?”
“…Ya don’t know?”
“Well, I can hear without ears, and speak without a mouth, and language has never been a barrier to understanding for me… Even if a great many other things have been, ho ho! I’ve been led to believe that implies some form of psychic ability, but who’s to say?”
“…But ya heard me thinkin’ shit ta myself jus’ now?”
“Did I? My my, I must have done so, no? I’ll have to take your word for it.” It pauses, and after a moment, it adds: “You think quite loudly, you know.”
You flush a little, unsure how to take that.
“But your voice is a pleasant one.”
“Thanks,” you say, less enthusiastically this time, though you’re still somehow flustered by the intimate (albeit apparently unintentional) invasion.
The two of you stroll in silence for a while after that—well, you stroll while the hundun rolls. You make an effort to quiet your thoughts, which only makes you think about stuff you don’t want to even MORESO, but out of politeness or because you’re not thinking loudly enough (???) to get its attention, The Naked Emperor makes no comment upon your mental meanderings.
Well, until you bump into Martyn.
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