For a long moment Ford simply stands there in awe, taking short, gasping breaths. It was just like the book had said: an energetic young woman, her silver hair actually tied up in a side ponytail. She wore a sleeveless white dress with a black bead necklace, black lace and a poofy bow on the skirt, fishnet stockings, mismatched black and white legwarmers and black high heels. He's not sure how he expected an eldritch being to dress, but it probably wasn't like this. Not that it really matters when a Lovecraftian deity is literally now standing right in front of him.]
I-I can't believe it, you're... you're really Nyarlathotep! This is amazing, I-- ... Stanford! Stanford Pines, that's my name! But please, call me Ford! U-Uh, I mean, if that's what would please you, of course...
[At that moment he realizes he has no idea how you're even supposed to talk to an Outer God.]
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For a long moment Ford simply stands there in awe, taking short, gasping breaths. It was just like the book had said: an energetic young woman, her silver hair actually tied up in a side ponytail. She wore a sleeveless white dress with a black bead necklace, black lace and a poofy bow on the skirt, fishnet stockings, mismatched black and white legwarmers and black high heels.
He's not sure how he expected an eldritch being to dress, but it probably wasn't like this. Not that it really matters when a Lovecraftian deity is literally now standing right in front of him.]
I-I can't believe it, you're... you're really Nyarlathotep! This is amazing, I--
... Stanford! Stanford Pines, that's my name! But please, call me Ford! U-Uh, I mean, if that's what would please you, of course...
[At that moment he realizes he has no idea how you're even supposed to talk to an Outer God.]