What Are You?

"What Are You?" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
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The Changeling: The Changling walked through town, now in a male half-breed's body. It was nice to be able to just hang out and not have to worry about a certain someone finding out. Speaking of... "You know it's rude to spy on people." They said as they turned to face the demon, unsure if they'd be face to face with her physical form or her astral one.
The Warden: I’m not one to follow niceties when I am engaging a dangerous subject, she growled. There was nothing in front of him when he turned around, but instead, the point of a hot blade touched the middle of his back, threatening to run him through. You know, there are many things you could do to gain my trust, and you have done none of them so far.
The Changeling: They sigh and slowly raise their hands to the sky. "I told you. If I wanted to I would have tried something already. What do you want from me blood?" They ask.
The Warden: Stop avoiding me, for one. For another, we haven’t properly introduced ourselves, demon to demon. She shifted into her native language. Where do you come from?
The Changeling: They obliged and switched as well, the demonic speech sounding odd on a mortal tongue. "Far south, near Kalatha." They responded simply.
The Warden: Hm. She sniffed, walking around the Changeling and keeping the blade pointed at their chest. And you came across the Wilderwest because...?
The Changeling: They made no moves, standing as still as a statue. "If you want the truly honest answer. I was bored." They tried to keep their answers short and to the point.
The Warden: Nala snorted, but there was a small part of her that couldn’t fault the sentiment. There were almost...certain limitations on what a demon could find for entertainment or pleasure, after an amount of time left perusing Aidorin. Then perhaps you will forgive me for expecting...more from you, in terms of reasoning. She did lower the blade, but kept it pointed in their general direction, as a warning. Demons do not often seek mortals for romantic gratification. She grumbled slightly. Unless you are my brother, and you are famous for being unusual in that manner.
The Changeling: They slowly lowered their hands, just keeping them at their sides. "It's not like I chose for it to happen. It just happened. I follow my heart and do what I want." They sigh. "Look I like Jari, hard as that may be to believe. It may be strange for a demon but it is what it is."
The Warden: She sighed a little, and a cloud of sparks blew around the two of them. She lowered her blade further. I will not risk the safety of this island based on your word only, if you are as powerful as you say you are. Her mind reached out and prodded the Changeling’s. I want to get to know you. Maybe we can come to some sort of agreement, but in the meantime, I want to know who--and what--you are.
The Changeling: They gently halt the prodding of their mind. "There are other ways to get to know one another you know." They said, a small smile on their face. "However if you will not be satisfied any other way then feel to poke around I suppose."
The Warden: I have no guarantee that you are telling the truth, she said testily. Thus, your best course of action is to let me do what I see fit.
The Changeling: They nod. "Then as I said, do as you must." With that they lower their defenses and let the other demon do as she wished.
The Warden: Nala was most interested in their memories, in order to confirm that they were indeed here without malicious intent, but she also took in the entire scope of their color--their personality, their temperament, their emotion. She reciprocated in letting her own guard down slightly, letting her concern and weeks of stress bleed through, to explain her caution, and her willingness to be the first to strike if she saw anything that was too suspicious. There was also a bit of interest in seeing another demon that was not strictly her family, or someone she had known or disliked for a long time.
She was unyielding, and yet, she was inviting.
The Changeling: As she looked into their mind, looking at their memories, she started working through them from most recent working backwards. She saw them just sort of meandering around the village, excitement and curiosity present in those memories. She saw their meeting in the forest followed by their and Jari's time alone after. After that there was the time that the demon came for their monthly rendezvous with Jari but she wasn't there. Concern enveloped their entire being at that time but they couldn't enter the village for fear of possible discovery.
Only when she didn't appear for the second month in a row did their concern override their fear. Discovering that she went to raid one of Central's dungeons both eased and increased their concern, if that made any sense. Regardless they resolved to keep their meeting together as they usually did, once a month on the same day every month. Before that it was a series of memories that looked vaguely similar. Once a month the two would meet up and when they weren't with Jari they would go out and explore the nearby surroundings, making sure that they only went so far as to be able to be back in time for their meeting the next month.
One thing Nala noticed sorting through the various memories and emotions, was that the Changling cared deeply for Jari, and that every time they met it became harder and harder for them to leave. Eventually demon would have asked to stay, consequences be damned. Wading through these memories painted a very clear picture of the Changling.
They were a joker, always trying to make Jari laugh or smile. They were loyal, they always came for Jari no matter what happened or what was going on. They were adventurous, they always did what they wanted to do bit from the looks of their memories what they wanted to do seemed to be explore and, honestly have fun.
The Changling decided to do a little probing of their own. They reached out and gently touched the other demon's mind looking for whatever she allowed them to see.
The Warden: Nala almost fought back. She narrowed her eyes, but there was a sincerity to this demon that was new, and she warily began showing the Changeling her own life. Her own evolution, from hotheaded monster to motherly caretaker. She  highlighted several key events of the Rebellion and of her own life. She knew that she had made her emotions and intentions clear already, but she displayed them, as well. Her family, she essentially kept to herself, along with the knowledge of the true extent of her powers and any mention of her name, of course. But she let the Changeling peruse, as well. It was a type of demonic etiquette she had not engaged with in several hundred years.
The Changeling: The Changling carefully wove their consciousness through the memories the other demon chose to show. While most would use this information and try to find some sort of weakness from it, the Changling seemed to be more curious than anything, following certain chains of memories to their conclusion before jumping to a different one. They of course shared with her the same as she did with them. Things from their life and the adventures they had, the mischief they caused. Nothing too serious, mostly swindling a few people who deserved it or those of a high up position or elaborate practical jokes that took decades to come to fruition. But still, they kept her away from their family and true name.
The Warden: Nala looked them up and down as they experienced her thoughts, shifting to an examination of her form. Your vessel. Is it a person? she asked, still speaking in Daemon. Or is it a demon-made body?
The Changeling: They grin a bit. "Demon made. It took a few decades but I managed to get enchanted to be able to shift it's form to look and feel human, half-breed or anything else really. Never really felt comfortable with one form and the mortals don't seem to care to be under my possession."
Hm. Impressive. Her tone very much implied that she was not, but inwardly, she told herself there would be a time to inspect this body later. Well, I am very familiar with that particular aspect of humans. Speaking of which, does anyone else know you are on Haligan?
The Changeling: They snorted a bit as they heard the sarcasm in her tone. “Right now, no. I try to blend in with the background, keep my impact on most mortals to a minimum. Makes my constant change in appearance less noticeable.”
The Warden: Of course. Try to cause as little panic as possible, she said warningly. 
“Changeling!!” A Wildersouth-accented voice called from down the road, along with a set of rapid footsteps. The Warden closed her eyes and put both her hands to press against her face, then glared at the demon.
I thought you just told me nobody knew you were here.
The Changeling: “I mean it’s not like I told anybody.” They hissed back before switching to common, looking down the road to see if they recognized the person.
The Warden/Milae: “Warden, please leave us.” Milae stepped up beside the Changeling, staff in hand and hood thrown over his horns. The scarlet demon rumbled at him and crossed her arms.
Make me.
“Fine.” The half-breed turned aside, ignoring her, and faced the Changeling. “I need your help, as soon as possible. I have something incredibly important to take care of. If there’s something you need in return…”
The Changeling: The demon raised an eyebrow at him. “What exactly do you need from me stranger?” They asked. Who ever this was put them on edge. They were certain they hadn’t met before but he seemed to know much about them.
The Warden/Milae: “I hear you excel at shape-shifting.” He lowered his hood. “If you would, I would like to detail to you a plan that I have…in private.” He said this last part pointedly. 
The Changeling: They turn to face Nala. “Well I suppose that would depend on the Warden here wouldn’t it? What say you?” They asked the last part in demonic.
The Warden: He is a selfish sneak and likely a traitor, she grumbled back in their same language, and she turned on her heel as she did so. But he will find you to speak with you no matter what I do. It is in your hands. And she vanished from the area in a streak of red-violet astral matter.
Milae snorted softly. “She does not appreciate me, then. Well? Can I count you in, demon?” The last word he said with a slight touch of acid, as though he would rather be speaking with someone of another race entirely. But he needed them.
The Changeling: Their rabbit ears lay back against their head as their face scrunched up in irritation. “Well she didn’t mention that you were rude as well, and you’re the one asking me for help. I haven’t done anything to you. Hel I don’t even know you. So how ‘bout you stop being a little bitch, drop the attitude and try again, hm?”
Milae: Milae’s expression slowly shifted into a grudging, conceding look and he dipped his chin, recollecting himself. “I…apologize. I was a bit irrational. I do truly need your assistance, if you’ll give it.” He’d forgotten who he was dealing with.
The Changeling: Their face softens and they nod. “That’s better. Now, what do you need?” They asked crossing their arms.
Milae: “I know you can mimic appearances perfectly. What I’m curious about is if you have the ability to mimic someone’s mind just as well.”
The Changeling: They raise their eyebrow and cock their head to the side. “I don’t know… I’d never really thought to try. I suppose I could… Yes I do think I would be able to. Why, what were you thinking Milae?”
Milae: He planted his staff in the ground in front of him, holding it with both hooves. A brief ripple of light passed over the scars on his arms. 
“I need to trap a goddess.”
The Changeling: Their eyes widen, their eyebrows raise in surprise. And then they let out a loud cackle. “Well, now that is quite intriguing. Which one? And how does mimicing a mind support this endeavor?”
Milae: “Frigga,” he said readily. “And you would be the bait for her, posing as someone she thinks she already has. It’s dangerous.”
The Changeling: They laugh boisterously. “Danger is my middle name!” They said, hands on their hips. “Well actually it’s Rhonda, but we shall pretend, no?” They said witu a chuckle. “Anyways, stop giving me bits and pieces, gimme the details of this plan of yours.”
Milae: “It is intentional. Like I said, I want to do it…” He used a hoof to gesture between his head and the Changeling’s, indicating a mental connection. “…privately. I don’t want to risk someone ruining the plan, and there are still one or two more people I must address before we can commence any…trapping.”
The Changeling: They nod. "Sure, just let me know." They nodded. Preferably before we enact the plan." They grin suddenly. "Hey check this out." Their body began to morphing into a snout, their fingers fusing together into hooves as hair began to sprout and grow all across her body and suddenly staring back at him was an exact replica of Milae. They let out a low whistle. "Not bad."
Category:BOTGD 2
Category:Events
Category:Act I
Category:The Warden
Category:The Changeling
Category:Yun Milae