The homunculus - sitting on top of Thod's helmet - sinuously rises to her full height and hisses at Krojun like a scalded cat.
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The homunculus flaps her wings, points a finger at Krojun and triumphantly crows "Ha-ha!" before ducking back behind Raven Six's head and blowing them another raspberry.
The homunculus crawls up out of Raven Six's collar, looks Krojun straight in the eye -- and blows a raspberry.
The homunculus likewise bears down on Thod ... and wags her tiny finger at him. "Bad meatball! You musta been way too spicy! Go get a nice milk sauce an' try again, mister!"
"It's big, innit?" the homunculus remarks -- from her perch on top of Thod's helmet! Before the Dwarf can swat at her, though, she takes flight and lands on Donnell's head, instead.
The homunculus lands on Sevenspawn's shoulder and tugs on his hair for attention. "Hey," she stage-whispers while pointing at Thod. "He keeps saying he in't a pony or a mule, so… Is he washing off the smell to make me believe it? Like, rilly believe it? 'Cos I already thinked he's a weird pony or mule, 'cos he never walks on all fours, an' I don' see where he's hidin' da tail."
"Are you sure?" the homunculus asks while flitting about. "'Cos there weren't any pitchas in the book I read, an' you're always carryin' heavy loads an' makin' loud noises."
"Yeah!" the homunculus chimes in - from on top of Thod's helmet.
Specimen R6-a takes to the sky, helping its mistress keep track of the group by means of their telepathic bond.
"And did you know your ears are all weird and pointy?" the homunculus asks from her perch - on top of Thod's helmet. "Well, they are," she says, defensively, if anyone gives her any odd looks. "I can see them, see?"
"Ohhh... She don't needta do that, silly dwarf giant! If'n I'm talkin' to her homunkey-lous, an' hers is talkin' ta me, we cin tell each other our masters' thoughts inna secret corner somewheres! That way, Mash-all Kroft don' needta come out here an' risk gettin' caught, an' we don' needta go over t'her an' get nabbed. See?"
"Uhhh... I can fly, mistah huge silly dwarf person. See? Got tbem wings."
"Sssoooooooooo should I go an' talk to Mashall Kroft's homuncielus?" R6-a asks. "'Cos I totally can!"
"I'ma earn my keep," a little voice chirps -- and Raven's homunculus (unnamed) peeps out of her collar. The cat-sized creature wriggles free and spreads its wings, then beats them strongly and spirals up into the air.
"That means I haveta learn lessons and do field tests, so mistress can see what all I can do, and what needs to be improved for the next series of me," the homunculus explains, looking at Thod.
"The 'one' means I'm first," the homunculus tells you, very seriously, "but that's a fib. Mistress grew a sister for Marshall Kroft, first. She gets to work for the city guard, which is all sorts of busy work, mistress says. That might be nice. To be useful is to have purpose, and purpose is life."
There is a fluttering in the room, and a winged creature the size of a cat comes flying into the room. It looks like a tiny little female, humanoid, but with batwings and a saurian tail. A perfectly formed little female; every detail correct and plainly visibly, due to a lack of clothing. She has bright red hair. The little creature wings over to Raven Six and lands in her lap, where she looks up at the Alchemist.
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