Minion tipped in his tank and raised a ridged brow, “Is alright to what part?”
He was beginning to wonder if he’d encroached on this beings territory. Humming to himself thoughtfully, Minion went with his normal method of being ridiculously friendly. With how different he was from the rest of the sentient world, he’d learned early that this was the safest approach to get people to not see him as a dangerous animal. It help that it aligned with his natural bubbly personality.
“I got some truely excellent looking Blue Gills in here,” he offered again, smacking the lid lightly.
Now that it had been mentioned, the familiarity in some of the scent he could pick up was more easily placed. “To zharing,” is Azlariel’s easy honest answer, finding no reason to even attempt to lie about it. Not that he was the best at that particular skill even now.
“Anyving elze?” he asks carefully, looking far less defensive now.
“Well, I haven’t seen you around before…” Minion tried to prompt further conversation, still not really clear on if his lunch invitation had been accepted. It seemed so but the fish man was clearly still uncomfortable.
“I take it you’re not much of one for small talk, huh?” Minion shrugged a robotic shoulder.
“Iz better to hide.” Safer, for sure, but phrasing it that way was easier for him. Focus flickering over toward the fish Minion was carrying, he takes the chance of closing some of the gap between the two of them, trying to look more at ease with the unfamiliar alien’s presence.
Trilling softly, the sound is apologetic. “Not ve bezt wiv viz language.”
“Oh!” Minion brightened, “If English is a problem I know Russian, French, Korean, and Japanese fluently. Not nearly as many as Sir, but I am fairly decent at a few others too if that helps.”
Chuckling a bit he added, “It is a bit exposed out here, isn’t it?” he twirled around in his tank, “We can certainly go somewhere less in the open,” he hummed thinking about the area around here, he’d been planning on just going back to the Lair, “Any suggestions?”
Minion tipped in his tank and raised a ridged brow, “Is alright to what part?”
He was beginning to wonder if he’d encroached on this beings territory. Humming to himself thoughtfully, Minion went with his normal method of being ridiculously friendly. With how different he was from the rest of the sentient world, he’d learned early that this was the safest approach to get people to not see him as a dangerous animal. It help that it aligned with his natural bubbly personality.
“I got some truely excellent looking Blue Gills in here,” he offered again, smacking the lid lightly.
Now that it had been mentioned, the familiarity in some of the scent he could pick up was more easily placed. “To zharing,” is Azlariel’s easy honest answer, finding no reason to even attempt to lie about it. Not that he was the best at that particular skill even now.
“Anyving elze?” he asks carefully, looking far less defensive now.
“Well, I haven’t seen you around before…” Minion tried to prompt further conversation, still not really clear on if his lunch invitation had been accepted. It seemed so but the fish man was clearly still uncomfortable.
“I take it you’re not much of one for small talk, huh?” Minion shrugged a robotic shoulder.
Syx’s motion has the child shying away a step again, solid-black eyes focused on the blue teenager. Different, true, but whether that difference was safe he didn’t know.
Had to take that chance, focus momentarily flickering away toward the water before trilling softly and stepping within arm’s reach.
“Ah!” Syx involuntarily shouted as the little fish baby came closer. He put his arms out to intercept it, “Hey, hey now.”
While trying to catch the toddler? in case he bolted, Syx missed Minion’s arrival. In his rough and bulky suit, his steps were loud and heavy as came up holding a coat he planned on forcing on his ward, “Please don’t tell me you found another dog, Sir.”
At first he goes still, eyes wide and staring at the being that had caught him like he wasn’t certain what to do. Heavy footsteps from behind, however, has him immediately squirming, the soft trilling louder now and sounding scared again.
Whatever the source of the new voice was, he wasn’t sure of it being a good one.
“Argh! Minion help!” Syx tried his best to contain the flailing child as he looked up in panic to Minion.
Minion’s eyes flew wide and dropping down he chided, “Careful Sir!”
Using the coat, he wrapped up the flailing child in the large folds of fabric, “Shhh, shhhh, we aren’t going to hurt you,” he tried to comfort.
Looking Azlariel up and down, Minion mused, “You breathe in and out of water just as easily?” he eyed the interesting looking gills the being had, “That must come in handy! Not that I could operate without my suit regardless.”
“Still it’s not often I meet another water based sentient. Actually never,” he laughed with a grin filled with very sharp teeth, “Would you be interested in joining me for a meal? I wasn’t going to eat until I got back to Evil Lair, but there’s hardly any harm in it,” besides, Sir would be busy for hours yet and Anna no longer needed him after she’s come back into her own, “I can share my catch.”
Minion’s toothy grin earns a bared teeth attempt at a smile in return that’s part friendly, part warning. Though he wasn’t going to fault the other’s curiosity. “I’ iz alright.” Azlariel answers carefully, focus flickering over to the catch in question.
Minion tipped in his tank and raised a ridged brow, “Is alright to what part?”
He was beginning to wonder if he’d encroached on this beings territory. Humming to himself thoughtfully, Minion went with his normal method of being ridiculously friendly. With how different he was from the rest of the sentient world, he’d learned early that this was the safest approach to get people to not see him as a dangerous animal. It help that it aligned with his natural bubbly personality.
“I got some truely excellent looking Blue Gills in here,” he offered again, smacking the lid lightly.
“Oh, what are you doing out this far little Miss? We don’t get trick-or-treaters out here.”
Actually, unless you count that witch that had dropped by one year, they’d never gotten any to the Evil Lair. Still, Minion was always prepared.
“Just a moment!” he returned shortly with a tray of cookies, offering them to the girl, “And what are you tonight?”
“Oh, I came here from a different universe as well,” Minion told her brightly, “This city is potmarked with portals. Did you come through one of those?”
“Nope! I used my teleportation ring! Should I use it to get back ro my house?”
“Unless there’s an easier way to get you back home, let’s stick with how you got here.”
“I find it preferable to henchmen. The term is hardly accurate,” Minion chuckled, “It means I’m the muscle so to speak,” he flexed his robotic bulk. He’d spent so long in various large suits that he’d grown to think of them as an extension of himself. As much who he was as his own scales.
“Do you fish here too?” he bobbed in his tank, “The area seems quite good for it from the haul I’ve been pulling in so far,” he never netted one place for long. Both to avoid suspicion and overfishing.
He blinks, licking lightly at the back of his teeth. “Li’ here,” Azlariel admits. “Yez, hunt here.” Not quite the same phrasing Minion had used, but closer to the truth in his mind. The strength implied with that suit still has him cautious, wary of venturing closer than he already is. Finding it difficult to get a proper read on the being he was talking to.
Looking Azlariel up and down, Minion mused, “You breathe in and out of water just as easily?” he eyed the interesting looking gills the being had, “That must come in handy! Not that I could operate without my suit regardless.”
“Still it’s not often I meet another water based sentient. Actually never,” he laughed with a grin filled with very sharp teeth, “Would you be interested in joining me for a meal? I wasn’t going to eat until I got back to Evil Lair, but there’s hardly any harm in it,” besides, Sir would be busy for hours yet and Anna no longer needed him after she’s come back into her own, “I can share my catch.”
“Oh, what are you doing out this far little Miss? We don’t get trick-or-treaters out here.”
Actually, unless you count that witch that had dropped by one year, they’d never gotten any to the Evil Lair. Still, Minion was always prepared.
“Just a moment!” he returned shortly with a tray of cookies, offering them to the girl, “And what are you tonight?”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dana, shall we get you home?”
Dana held his hand and nodded. “Yes!”
Offering his hand to her, Minion asked, “So where is home?”
“….It’s in another dimension.” The child took his hand and smiled up at him.
“Oh, I came here from a different universe as well,” Minion told her brightly, “This city is potmarked with portals. Did you come through one of those?”
Minion perked up with the other beings response, “You are a person! I’ve never run into much out in the lake before, which always confused me considering the historical rumors around the lake, but Sir always says-”
Oh, he was doing it again. He really was horrible at the villainous secrets thing. Minion was just far too helpful of a fish.
“-Anyway, Minion, hench-fish extraordinaire,” he informed the new being, “You?”
“Vink zo?” Interesting, hearing that from someone he wasn’t familiar with, but in this case Azlariel supposed it made sense.
Which most of that speech, in his opinion, didn’t entirely, but he was able to keep up with it, mulling the information over while answering. “Azlariel.” he answers shortly, taking a chance to carefully examine the stranger. “Hench-‘izh?” is his question after that, trying his best to pronounce the term correctly.
“I find it preferable to henchmen. The term is hardly accurate,” Minion chuckled, “It means I’m the muscle so to speak,” he flexed his robotic bulk. He’d spent so long in various large suits that he’d grown to think of them as an extension of himself. As much who he was as his own scales.
“Do you fish here too?” he bobbed in his tank, “The area seems quite good for it from the haul I’ve been pulling in so far,” he never netted one place for long. Both to avoid suspicion and overfishing.
“Oh, what are you doing out this far little Miss? We don’t get trick-or-treaters out here.”
Actually, unless you count that witch that had dropped by one year, they’d never gotten any to the Evil Lair. Still, Minion was always prepared.
“Just a moment!” he returned shortly with a tray of cookies, offering them to the girl, “And what are you tonight?”
“Not very big, though,” Minion corrected, “But then I’m not very big either.”
He spun around in the tank of his suit, “When we aren’t very big, that means its dangerous to go alone. It’s alright to need help. That’s why Sir built me this suit.”
“Why don’t I walk you back home, little Miss? We can get more candy on the way back. By the way, my name’s Minion, what’s yours?”
“I’m Danalynnia, but everybody calls me Dana!”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dana, shall we get you home?”
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