Neutral Omens

Newt blinked. "Oh. Well then. Er, I guess I'd better just inspect the er, ah, out... water... thing." He bustled over to the filter to check it for slime. Tentacle monsters indeed...

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Uriel raised an eyebrow. "Sugarplum, eh?" he echoed, offering the not-so-monsterous monster yet another marshmallow. "Not exactly an ordinary name for a creature such like this. Although, I must say, it kind of fits her." As a tentacle snatched the treat and came back to beg for more, he allowed himself a smile. "My, my. Aren't you a hungry little monster? I think we must immediately relieve the situation." And so, he offered her another treat.

"Oh," he said, turning now towards the bespectacled young man, "forgive me for my manners. I probably should have introduced myself. My name is Uriel."

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It seemed the filter was indeed full of slime and Newt, with his usual expertise, had managed to get it all over him. Disturbingly, it smelled like marshmallows. "Bugger." H said, except it came out "mmgum" in his attempts not to get any slime in his mouth.

(ooc: which bespectacled young man?)

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"I'm Hugo," said Harry to Uriel. "Though, to tell the truth, I'm not sure what my real name is. I had some sort of fall, you see, and can't remember anything before waking up in the head injuries unit at the Tadfield Infirmary. But the initials HP had been sewn into my underwear and the hospital staff started to call me Hugo Perkins and, well, I've kept that name every since."

Noticing that Newt seemed to now be covered in some sort of goo Hugo reached into his pocket and removed a clean handkerchief. "There you go," he said, holding it out to the be-slimed man.

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"Er, thank you," Newt meant to say. He felt "Mm, mmkmm" got the message across quite handily though. Unfortunately the handkerchief wasn't big enough to remove any large quantity of slime, but with a bit of work he managed to uncover a swathe of face and his mouth.

"Er, right." He said, handing the handkerchief back to Hugo. "I think... I think maybe I ought to have a word with this... Whatsisname, anyway, uh, owner of the tentacle monster in uh, question... about maybe finding a different place to keep it. That or he's bloody well going to clean the filter himself!" Newt added angrily. "I mean, this is jumph mmph mmmph." As another glob of slime slid down from his nose.

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With a slight grimace Harry accepted the now slime-covered handkerchief and proceeded to hold it at arms length. When Newt stated his intention to confront Duke Ligur about the mess that Sugarplum was making he found himself dropping it as he involuntarily shuddered.

"Do you really think that's such a good idea?" he said. "I mean, Duke Ligur's a bit, well, worrying. When he caught me feeding Sugarplum he threatened to frazzle me if he ever saw me doing it again. Not that I'm exactly sure what frazzling entails, but it doesn't sound pleasant."

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"Um." Newt said, worriedly. "No. Er, it doesn't, does it? I... well." He drooped a little. "I guess I'll um, go and have a shower then." And he wandered off, leaving a trail of slime behind him. Maybe Anathema would help him talk to this Ligur person...

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Uriel, who had all the time listened to the conversation between the two humans, smiled inwardly as he offered yet another threat to the tentacle monster. Oh, demons and their little threats.

"Don't worry," he said to Hugo. "Should Duke Ligur come here right now, I will take all responsibility of any marshmallows that Sugarplum may have ignested. Although he probably would very much like to, I doubt he would dare to frazzle me -- or even be capable of it." Smiling a bit at the young man, he continued, "Besides, I've come to understand that he is not allowed to severely damage anybody within the walls of this Manor."

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Harry immediately brightened. "That's good to know," he said. "I mean, Adam did tell me that I was safe here, but I'm very glad that there are actual rules against Duke Ligur going around frazzling people. He does seem to have a bit of a temper. A few days ago he shouted at me for bringing him a glass of blood that was the wrong temperature."

He smiled as Sugarplum tapped him on the shoulder with a tentacle and held out another marshmallow.

"Mind you," he added. "I suppose he can't be all bad. I mean, last time I delivered his breakfast I spotted that he had loads of framed pictures of Sugarplum everywhere. Though between you and me, I think the certificate for Most Vicious Creature in Show he had on the wall was probably a fake."

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Uriel smirked. Oh, yes, Duke Ligur did have quite a temper indeed, although he was far from the worst demons. Bad enough, though. (Uriel perhaps preferred to stay neutral, but he was entitled to a personal opinion or two, right?)

"A fake indeed," he commented. "I am certain that, should he ever actually take sweet Sugarplum here into any kind of monster show, the only certificate he would get to his wall would be that of The Greatest Failure. Not that I think that our dear tentacle monster is a failure, no, far from it," he said, offering Sugarplum a few more marshmallows from his ever-full bag to assure her of his good will, "but I don't think she exactly fills the usual standards for tentacle monsters. But you are right, I think. Duke Ligur, while certainly not the most pleasant of fellows, is not all bad. Very few beings are in the end."

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Harry grinned at Uriel's assessment of Sugarplums aptitude for actual monstrosity. "Well," he said,laughing as a tentacle tapped him on the shoulder. "I think she's wonderful just the way she is. It's sometimes almost as if she reminds me of something. Of course, I can't remember what because of not having any memory of anything that happened before last year." For a moment the image of swimming in a lake inhabited by the strangest of creatures flashed through his head. After a few seconds however it faded. He found himself shuddering slightly. "Still, it's not too bad, being and amnesiac, especially given that all the evidence suggests that before the accident I was an international drug smuggler."

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"Oh?" Uriel raised an eyebrow. He very much doubted that anybody with such a powerful magical aura would go for drug smuggling, but he chose to be quiet about that. Something told him that it wouldn't be wise to say anything about it -- mostly the fact that the boy didn't seem to have any memories of his powers. Better not let him know about them, then; that might shock him a bit too much.

"Drgu smuggler? That sounds... interesting. Let's hope your life will turn out a bit better this time around, eh?" He placed a few more marshmallows into a begging tentacle. The damage to Sugarplum's monstrous nature was probably already beyond any remedy Duke Ligur could come up with, but, well, it wouldn't hurt to make it even more so, right? And besides, the tentacle monster was truly cute in a way.

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