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[This little mental nudge comes from Nathaniel Horn, someone who is, oddly enough, not at all used to making these kinds of things on his own. Still, he's been thinking since the bombing a while ago, and this is a good chance to let everyone know what's been on his mind.]

(So........ladies, gentlemen, people in general, let's talk about monsters. Spooky beasts. Creatures that go bump in the night. Those things. They all exist in one form or the other. Lots of terrible tales about abominations that want to like, rip you apart and suck out your eyeballs or something. Anyways, they exist! And how do I know they exist?)

[A pause for dramatic effect here.]

(Because I am one. Annnnnnd I don't mean the whole "something is crawling inside of me, alas I'm like the worst person ever" kind of monster. And honestly, I'm not a monster, but an alien, but...semantics! Anyways, if you see a big hulking flesh thing that looks like it crawled from your worst nightmares sometime, please don't try to destroy it like right away. It might be me. And I wouldn't like that. Just say hi over the mental telephone before doing anything rash.)

[There's a long pause here as he tries to piece together what other points he wants to make. It looks like he didn't think all of this whole mental speech thing out beforehand.]

(Anyways, uh...are all of you human? For the most part? I don't think there's anything like me among the broods...unless I'm wrong. So like, if you have any questions for me to answer, or want to share examples of big spooky monsters where you come from, just, like, tell me? Honestly, I think I'm pretty good-looking no matter what form I take, but I know most of you guys don't like seeing things like, I dunno, teeth growing in different places outside of human mouths and stuff, so I just wanted to give you a heads up. I don't transform often, but it could happen. Just be aware, and all that.)

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( Human, ) [ but SUPERPOWERED!!! ] ( There were plenty of - monsters in my world, though.

Some were considered mere myth. Some were - ah, )

[ An image: his hand on the broad head of something decidedly unreal. ]

( I thought I had seen you, back during the bombing. )

(Oh, do tell, do tell! Give me all the details on the creepy- )

[He just got the image. The feelings returned are of wonder and delight.]

(Whoah! Now, that's a monster! You met that thing? Now you HAVE to tell me everything. Don't leave me hanging!)

[A slightly nervous laugh comes over the link.]

(Yeah, that was...not quite my finest moment. Kind of had to change to protect myself, guess I wasn't as subtle as I thought...)

[ Nate, you might be the most intriguing monster-fellow ever. He's known monsters and fellows but nothing/no-one quite like you. ]

( It was remarkable, from what little I witnessed. How do you fit all of... yourself, inside of far less skin? )

[ Oh, yes. Let's answer Nate's question as well, since everyone seems to be sharing: ] ( They are - nichevo'ya, 'nothing' in my native tongue. They are of me, in a sense. )

[ More images. The complex struggle of creatures made from shadow, crawling forth, taking flight. Insectoid-caninid-humanoid maws, voracious and flexing. Angles that ought not to fit together. Unreal, perversions. He loves them, quite fiercely. He's not afraid of these... children of his, which might be why he was not deeply alarmed by Nate's appearance. Even though, as he said, he'd seen little of it. ]

(It's a whole long convoluted scientific explanation, but essentially I control my own tissues and cells, which can multiply or grow under the power of my own will! It's pretty cool. It's not like I'm stuffing everything into this human shell, it's more like I've cut off the least important parts and rearranged the rest so they would fit.)

[The images he receives are beautiful. Nathaniel itches to have a go and transforming into them, some innate urge rising to pry them open, to examine them all, to splay open whatever might be on their insides. His race are known for their tendencies to dissect whenever possible, and it's certainly a trait Nathaniel has never quite gotten rid of.]

(They're gorgeous. What do you mean, of you? Like...you produce them?)

( That sounds magnificent. Convoluted science and all, perhaps you'll find it in yourself to permit me a look at it all. )

[ bit of a man of science, this one. Adores it, is fascinated by it. To know that Nate - rearranges himself to fit a set form - well, it begs a number of further questions. BECAUSE SCIENCE!!!!!!!!! IS!!!!! AWESOME!!!!!!!! ]

( I create them, in a sense. I could show you - in trade. )

(Dude, I will gladly take on that trade. I needed to see those creatures like...yesterday. You're depriving me of their company!)

[He's soooo excited to see them! LET HIM SEE THE MONSTER PEOPLE.]

(Name me a time and place and I will be there in like, two seconds, pronto.)

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[ WOW ]

( Why don't you finish your conversations and meet me afterwards. I have no plans at the moment. )

[ which means he's in his ~~laboratory, dee-dee~~ room lmao what a shut-in ]

(Sure thing, dude. Be over there A-S-A-P.)

[And sure enough, in around twenty minutes or so, guess who shows up, leaning on the doorframe and smiling like the cat that ate the canary? He waves over at The Darkling.]

Hey, there. You requested my ever-so-monstrous services?

[ listen it's not every day that you learn one of the nest is ACTUALLY a monster tucked up in the form of a human being, so NATURALLY he's going to be very, very curious about it. and not really bothered by the thought at all. suppose it takes all types??? anyways, there's a spare seat if nate wants it. if not, he'd best shut the door. ]

Indeed, [ !!! ] Had I not seen the glimpse of you during the bombing, I'd have thought you were trying to pull one over on us.

[ it's because you're playful dude ] I'm glad to have you here, Nathaniel. Come on in.

[And it's not every day when you find out one of the nest has SUPER COOL MONSTERS at his beck and call. This is the best thing. Nathaniel grins, walking in and closing the door behind him before he walks over to casually sit down and lounge back in the spare chair.]

Ha! Well, I do try to keep it under wraps, but lucky you. You got to see what I don't show most people.

[He leans forward, cradling his chin in his hand. His eyes glint, mischievously.]

So, Mr. Dark Man...you want to see it up close, do you?

[ It was a glimpse, really - enough to nearly be a trick of the mind, until Nate went and brought it back up en masse for the entirety of the nest to know about.

Brave of him, on one hand. Vain, on the other. ] If by "it" you really do mean "me", then yes. I do. [ PLAINLY. ]

Possibly quite as much as you'd like to see mine.

[ did i really just write that wo w

]

Oh, is that so?

[And he winks. Because he's shameless and you shouldn't have said it in such a way, now he's going to be ten times as insufferable.]

Okay, well, I'll go first! Let's see...[He pauses, looking around the room.] Probably need to move some stuff out of the way. I won't get to my full size, because I don't want to be cramped, but I hardly want to be making a mess of your room. [A beat.] Unless you want me to, of course.

[Insert the smuggest little smirk in the whole wide world.]

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[ "Unless you want me to, of course." No, no!!! - as much as he's keen on this, he'd like to keep his quarters as tidy as possible. Everyone and their broodmate wants to use the roof now, otherwise he'd have suggested a better space for this. Beggars can't be choosers. Which means he's on his feet and actively shoving furniture aside to make as wide a space as possible for Nate to move in. Bed? Moved. Chairs? Moved. Stack of books? Do svidaniya, they've been tossed onto the bed. ]

Better?

[ Look, he even backed up to the doors by the balcony. ]

Much better.

[He stands up and immediately sets on removing his jacket and shirt, tossing them carelessly to the side, before his hands move to his zipper - but he pauses, looking over at The Darkling.]

I hope you're not prude. I hardly want to waste money on buying new clothes.

[Unfortunately, no clothes ever survive any of his more drastic transformations.]

[ ok nate is now stripping and things have taken a turn for the "um"

he has no trouble with nudity he's so freaking old it's just an eh thing ]

So, I take it that clothes are not a part of what you transform? Just your body then.

[ science > all else ]

Nope. Clothes aren't biological material, so I can't exactly replicate them. I only can replicate organic or living things. [He's already removing his pants.] So, sad to say, either I ruin them every time I transform super drastically, or I do this.

[Bye, pants! He tosses them aside. And...................bye underwear, too. He's naked, now. This is great (for Nate, anyways).]

So, want to ask any more questions before I turn? I won't be able to speak in that form, so I'll be using the mental link from here on out.

[ While Nate is skimming out of his clothes and answering questions about organic versus inorganic materials and what he can/can't do, the Darkling has busied himself on a search for a spare blanket. By the time he's found it, Nate is -- very naked. And still talking. There are a thousand and one questions that he has, and whether Nate answers them verbally or through the mental connection - it doesn't matter. ]

Oh, I have plenty of questions. I think I'll reserve them, for after you've changed. The rest of my brood might become curious as to why I have a young, naked man standing in my room if I delay you.

[ And he says it with such open amusement. CLEARLY NOT BOTHERED, BUT COME ON!! MONSTER TIME!!! ]

What, you wouldn't think they'd find it funny?

[He says, with a (very shameless) wink. But fine, fine, he'll bring on the monster time.]

[Instantly, his skin bulges, reddening, and his head just unravels like a spool of thread into a mound of thrashing fleshy tendrils, small dark eyes dotted along their surface. The rest of his body instantly follows suit - he leans forward, hands and arms bulging as bone pierces through them, and teeth-like bones protrude from his chest as he keeps growing. If the sight of his body changing wasn't gross enough, the sounds of his flesh shifting and squelching is certainly enough to cause a person to turn a little green with nausea. His legs fuse, forming a large tail with wicked bony spikes at its end, looking like some weird, biological mace.]

[It only takes a few minutes, but a monster now stands where the young man once was, large enough to have his "head" almost graze the ceiling. His tail swishes back and forth on the floor.]

[A voice sounds in the Darkling's head.]

(It's done.)

I think they'd be perplexed in my choice of partners, [ the retort is casual, and his smile just as calculated. He's used to jousting with flirtatious partners in court, and Nate is among the least gung-ho of them. There's an ease in banter, especially as he awaits the act of what he had presumed to be a young man as he transforms into a monster. An alien. Are they not all aliens, to one another, he wonders - and then Nate is simply... unreal.

He's seen the work of the Corporalki Healers, as they put together a human being who was nothing but pieces and tatters. He has seen a Corporalki Heartrender torment men who thought to keep their tongue neatly under control when all that was required of them was information. People in warzones - men, women, children. Bloodied, mutilated. The fact that there is a distinct lack of blood as Nate's entire form warps and shifts, is eerie - even to him. He can't take his mind off of it, even as Nate's form fills his room. ]

Incredible, [ even he can't disguise the awe in his voice. ] You are - incredible.

[ There are too many questions he has. A quick bout of mental triage, and he decides that the very first thing he needs, is a very personal, very unscientific matter: he needs to poke Nate. LET HIM TOUCH THIS TOOTHY FLESHMASS!!!! ]

[He can't react with words, of course, but the compliment makes him let out a loud, squelch-like sigh, the rumbling of feelings over the bond clearly pleased and flattered. His tail moves a little faster, like that of a wagging dog.]

(You think so?)

[He senses that desire over the bond, and bends his entire fleshy mass down - there are no facial expressions for the Darkling to read, but his bond says everything he feels about the request - Go ahead..]

[ Not only is Nate a toothy fleshmass, he's a vain toothy fleshmass. Or at least, he's looking for some sort of acceptance. Judging by the way he wiggles, he's glad for the lack of horror and rejection. ]

I do. I've seen my share of beasts and monsters, and you are - different.

[ Permission granted, he cannot resist any longer - he lays hand to the flex and motion of Nate's strange, organic body. There's a tooth, he presses a thumb against it. Testing, inquisitive and careful all the same. ]

(You need to tell me about all those beasts, you know. I need to add some to my little mental collection.)

[To hear about the variances of the different creatures that exist, and the thought of using those creatures as new forms and transformations is an wonderful thing indeed - he yearns to test his shapeshifting abilities in new, exciting forms.]

[A low rumbling noise comes from him as the Darkling puts his hands on him, flesh slightly shifting under his touch - surprisingly, while a bit sticky in places, he's not wet to the touch, despite the sheen and gross appearance of what seems to be exposed flesh and bone. His body doesn't seem to stay the same - it's like a moving picture, with striations of muscle and colors that occasionally shift to a different hue. The tooth moves under his touch up and down, like it's rubbing up against his finger.]

Of course, [ who doesn't love spinning a good story? Certainly not him.

For the moment, he's content to investigate Nate's monstrous shape. He has seen gross musculature and the insides of man and beast. The Corporalki had an extensive tradition that involved the physical form, and an entire wing of the Little Palace where they studied and learned how to further their unique talents. While personally unable to cause a man's heart to explode within his own chest, the Darkling had sat in on a number of anatomical lessons - had hunted and skinned animals just as often. Maybe that is why he is not as disturbed by Nate's form as others might become.

He's like an anatomy lesson. And who doesn't love poking their fingers into muscle fiber and bone? ] I have to make good on my end of the bargain, after all.

[ There are a number of semi-divine beasts that inhabit his world. Morozova's stag, the sea whip. The firebird. A great earth-wyrm, burrowing somewhere below the land - perhaps. What he settles on, envisions for Nate to see - is that unreal creature that he had offered him a glimpse of before. The thing that he creates. A nothingness, given eldritch angles and layers of shape that echo impossible proportions and perpetual motion. While he leaves one hand pressed to Nate's surface, the other stretches out to his side. In his shadow, spread across the floor, something flexes. Something surges. Shifting and heaving and pressing against reality from the cage of shadow. It punches through without shattering anything, a fluid birthing, a black limb. Long, angular. Human-insectoid-canid. There's something akin to strain, flexing at the corner of the Darkling's mouth and eyes. A deeper pain that he bites back, as he drags the creature from unreality and into the real world, forces it to fit and exist. The room is a tight fit, after it crawls forth from his shadow - he's forced to retreat to the far wall. Both to lean his back along it, and to give Nate and his strange, silent child-beast room to move. ]

It is nichevo'ya. Nothing. [ The implication is there. He's created it from what does not exist. It is abomination, to his people. ] How is this, to begin with?

[The first word that comes to mind when he sees that abomination ruse up out of the floor is gorgeous.]

[He can't stop looking at it - every eye dotted along the gross surface of his body widen as he takes it in, trying his best to examine every line, every ounce of it's un-being. He backs up slightly to give it room, bending down to take a look at it. Ah, his skin practically itches - would he even be able to replicate a thing like that? He doesn't know. He certainly wants to try.]

(I love it.)

[He says, mentally, as he lets out a low sigh, a tendril inching forth from his body to try to touch the thing, if it's even possible.]

[ She should have been more circumspect. Should have have taken note of the excitement and intrigue behind the door and thought to knock upon it first. She had allowed curiosity to get the better of her, and she had opened it without introduction. Whatever it was she had come to the Darkling's room for, she forgets in an instant when she finds the space filled with only horror.

The disorientation of it all is palpable, as if walking into a surreal nightmare, opening a door in the Bearings only to step into too many old memories.

She too has seen twisted bodies of gore like the alien's true visage. The piles of meat and parts the Dreus would sometimes leave behind after some unfortunate soul happened to become the target of his madness and wrath. That is all she can think of looking on that form. Madness. The sickly sweet taste of madness that had permeated her life as the Godking's gardener. Worse still the thing is surrounded by shadow sons. She had spent her entire life hunted by those forms, harassed by that chittering insectoid noise they made, the clicking of their teeth.

Her mouth goes dry, hand falling away from the door, limp and useless, her face is pale, her eyes wide.

Is her heart still beating?

The switch thrown, her panic begins to wail. A vibration that could very nearly break glass, that pierces into the skull with an ugly surety.

And then the room begins to change, to melt, the textures of things sluicing off in a greasy mess; like melting fat. Underneath is a world of fetid rot, diseased flesh, buzzing flies. The floor is tacky with blood up to the calves. More shadows than merely the summonings of the Darkling scream and chitter from every conceivable corner.

Intertwined with their inhuman noises is the voice, the impossible scalding heat:

Imagine he said all the flesh that is eaten, the teeth tearing into it, the tongue tasting it's savour, and the hunger for that taste. Now take away that flesh, take away the teeth and the tongue, the taste and the hunger, take away everything as it is....

She trembles, her entire body, like she might not be able to keep her feet. ]

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body horror warning!!

IM SO HAPPY

SPINS AROUND IN SEA OF FLOWERS

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