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.]
[ for a moment, she's more preoccupied with examining herself than she is with his introduction -- her body certainly looks the same as always but it seems that whenever she's called by a human this way, the powers that be see fit to deck her out in... whatever attire seems appropriate, usually for that human's particular culture and location. She can't really complain though -- it's cute! And the hairstyle's new but it gets her hair out of the way a little.
... apart from that big ol ahoge sticking out from the top of her head but some things never change.
Finally satisfied with her brief self-inspection, she finally turns her attention back to the human in question and practically leaps over to him, snatching up his hand and shaking it far too fast and a little too hard. ]
Nice to meet you, Stanford-Stanford-Pines-Call-Me-Ford! [ she chatters that last part at high speed and doesn't even draw a breath -- it's hard to tell if she's joking or serious though, given that the grin on her face doesn't budge an inch. ] This is how humans are greeting each other nowadays, isn't it? This is what's "in"?
[He responds with a nervous laugh during her vigorous handshake.]
I'm not so sure about that, but your clothes are definitely what's hip right now!
I admit, I wouldn't have expected an Outer God to be so fashionable!
[Or for them to be such jokesters. Lovecraft's tales weren't exactly the most upbeat... Then again, according to the memoirs of Nyarlko's previous summoner, Nyarlathotep is actually a species of beings rather than a single creature. Maybe the one the writer encountered wasn't as pleasant company?]
Of course! Having an unfathomable form doesn't mean I can get away with dressing like a slob! [ she's... still shaking his hand as she says all this, you might have to disengage yourself at some point there, Ford ] That's why I made sure that summoning ritual fixes me up with the most well-suited clothes as I'm crossing between our dimensions! Much faster than shopping!
[ of course by 'well-suited' she means 'clothes she thinks are cute' but at least it works ]
All right! Now you've summoned me to your plain, what dark, sordid wishes are you planning on getting me to fulfill, Stanford-Stanford-Pines-Call-Me-Ford? Avenging? Revenging? Getting girls to talk to you, maybe?
[Yeah, he's finally figured out she's probably not going to let go on her own, now trying to wiggle his hand out of Nyarlko's grasp.]
Really, just Ford is fine...
[Oops, is that some embarrassed blush on his face after that last thing she says? IT VERY WELL MIGHT BE.]
H-Hey, girls talk to me!
[Nyarlko is a girl and she's talking to him right now! That totally counts!]
Actually I've been investigating the mysteries of this town for a few years, but recently I've come to a bit of a standstill in my research. To be honest, I summoned you because I thought maybe instead of just studying the paranormal, if I worked with it, a whole new world of possibilities could open up!
[ she at least seems to understand that's a cue to let go and releases his, letting her arm drop back to her side. Her little smile thins out a bit into a smirk and she might well have decided that getting all up in his face about that would be a good idea until she's -- for the moment -- distracted and goodness look at how her face lights up ]
Ah! Are you asking me to be your research assistant?
[ SHE'S READ ABOUT THOSE IN EARTH BOOKS...! SHE KNOWS THIS TROPE ]
So that's it! You needed a cute girl assistant to work alongside you and inspire your work! That's inspired! Do I get my very own cute labcoat?! Will I need some safety goggles?!
[ you thought she was grinning before well that's nothing compared to now, especially with the way she puffs up all proud, looking a little smug but evidently pleased at the same time. ]
Of course, of course! My 'cute' stat is so off the charts, you'd need to roll three natural twenties in a row to even match it! It makes communicating with humans so much easier...
[ she's pretty sure the last guy who saw her real form is still having nightmares about it and he's been dead about... what, twenty years now? something like that anyway.
making GRABBY HANDS at the mention of the coat and goggles, grinning all over her face ]
I'll take 'em! Once you see your new assistant all decked out in the right gear, it'll set your brain crawling with inspiration probably!
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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.]
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... apart from that big ol ahoge sticking out from the top of her head but some things never change.
Finally satisfied with her brief self-inspection, she finally turns her attention back to the human in question and practically leaps over to him, snatching up his hand and shaking it far too fast and a little too hard. ]
Nice to meet you, Stanford-Stanford-Pines-Call-Me-Ford! [ she chatters that last part at high speed and doesn't even draw a breath -- it's hard to tell if she's joking or serious though, given that the grin on her face doesn't budge an inch. ] This is how humans are greeting each other nowadays, isn't it? This is what's "in"?
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I'm not so sure about that, but your clothes are definitely what's hip right now!
I admit, I wouldn't have expected an Outer God to be so fashionable!
[Or for them to be such jokesters. Lovecraft's tales weren't exactly the most upbeat...
Then again, according to the memoirs of Nyarlko's previous summoner, Nyarlathotep is actually a species of beings rather than a single creature. Maybe the one the writer encountered wasn't as pleasant company?]
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[ of course by 'well-suited' she means 'clothes she thinks are cute' but at least it works ]
All right! Now you've summoned me to your plain, what dark, sordid wishes are you planning on getting me to fulfill, Stanford-Stanford-Pines-Call-Me-Ford? Avenging? Revenging? Getting girls to talk to you, maybe?
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Really, just Ford is fine...
[Oops, is that some embarrassed blush on his face after that last thing she says? IT VERY WELL MIGHT BE.]
H-Hey, girls talk to me!
[Nyarlko is a girl and she's talking to him right now! That totally counts!]
Actually I've been investigating the mysteries of this town for a few years, but recently I've come to a bit of a standstill in my research. To be honest, I summoned you because I thought maybe instead of just studying the paranormal, if I worked with it, a whole new world of possibilities could open up!
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Ah! Are you asking me to be your research assistant?
[ SHE'S READ ABOUT THOSE IN EARTH BOOKS...! SHE KNOWS THIS TROPE ]
So that's it! You needed a cute girl assistant to work alongside you and inspire your work! That's inspired! Do I get my very own cute labcoat?! Will I need some safety goggles?!
[ gosh nyarlko slow down ]
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[DANG look at her getting excited! And here Ford was worried she'd refuse to help an inferior mortal or something.]
Technically I needed someone extremely well-versed in the supernatural, though the fact you are a cute girl certainly isn't a downside....
[He realizes a couple seconds late how that may have just sounded.]
U-Uh, I mean-- ... Sorry, I hope that wasn't a weird thing to say, but you are, well...
[Relax, Ford, this isn't even her true form. She might look human at the moment but she's still an eldritch entity. Gotta remember that.]
A-Anyway I've probably got an extra coat and goggles lying around here somewhere if you'd like them!
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Of course, of course! My 'cute' stat is so off the charts, you'd need to roll three natural twenties in a row to even match it! It makes communicating with humans so much easier...
[ she's pretty sure the last guy who saw her real form is still having nightmares about it and he's been dead about... what, twenty years now? something like that anyway.
making GRABBY HANDS at the mention of the coat and goggles, grinning all over her face ]
I'll take 'em! Once you see your new assistant all decked out in the right gear, it'll set your brain crawling with inspiration probably!