A Monkey's Imaginary Friend (open)

Jaci was having a strange day, she’d noticed something was wrong in the forest. But she couldn’t make out quite what it was. The animals were keeping back and out of the way. But she couldn’t figure out just what had caused it. Maybe there was someone creeping through the forest that she hadn’t detected yet. That had to be the cause, but it was strange that she hadn’t picked up any unusual energy at the edge of the forest. She normally picked up on strangers entering the area, which had to mean it was either a machine again or someone she knew. She could only hope for the latter.

She drifted just off the ground, leaving not a sound, no crunch of leaves and twigs. The demon was careful to not brush past any of the branches either. The demon keeping to the art of stealth in so far as she could. Wanting to get the drop on the damn machine and straining her ears trying to figure out just where it had come from. Surely by now she’d hear the distinctive clink and bang noises as it impacted the floor with it’s metal feet. She slowly grinned as she heard a familiar voice. She was never entirely sure what they said, but it was someone she considered a friend. They couldn’t seem to see her properly. So she didn’t mind the strange human since they seemed to have no idea about the apparent hatred that should exist between the races.

The demon moved in a blur, appearing behind Valla with a happy little laugh, though it was likely that the strange girl would have noticed her blurring movement as she shot through the air and spun around the girl, the demon watching the strange girl expectantly. Unsure of what brought her to the forest this time but fairly sure that it would be another interesting experience, on the plus side Jaci even knew some more words and might have a chance at understanding her a little better for a change.

“Friend!”

WC: 343

Jaci’s focus was almost entirely on that piece of jerky the moment Valla produced it, the demon curious about the strange ways humans prepared their food when there was so much ready to eat food available to someone ready to just look for it. Jaci beamed out a smile before remembering that Valla didn’t seem to notice such things and instead settled for mumbling in demonic since she didn’t know the right way to say thanks in the common tongue. She swore she’d have to put more effort into learning these things.

“Vinxa”

As the words washed over her, Jaci slowly nibbled on the Jerky, made a bit of a face with her tongue out. It was weird and strange and didn’t seem right. There was something odd about it, and Jaci decided that it was because it made her thirsty almost instantly, something had been done to this to make Jaci dry out when eaten. Other than that it tasted good, but it was making her desperate to run off to the lake for a drink to feel better. The demon shifting back and forth in place and acting agitated for a little before calming down and just dealing with it.

“svabol ui candy, please?”

She probably needed to use less of her own language, but the concept of candy wasn’t a word or even a concept she really knew about and having someone look like candy was a really strange little concept. She couldn’t really picture it without first knowing what candy was. Though maybe Valla was talking about different foods that she had encountered instead of people. It was hard for her to tell. She had been asked what was new with her and she tried her best to explain in turn.

“Big human come! Like you, floof tail, but big. More cling bang try take forest. Jaci protect! Want piece?”

She had been given a gift after all, it was only polite to offer a gift in exchange, and the busted metal of the power suit was about all she could really offer in this case to the strange girl that was blind to their differences, the demon staying close in case Valla needed any help moving. Though despite being clearly unable to see things like facial expressions and even little actions Jaci sometimes tried to use to explain herself. The girl navigated rather well when it came to not bumping into trees. It was a strange relationship.


WC; 412
TWC: 755