[Cyberia] Re: Cyberia: Spirits in the Material World

[Cyberia GM]

Suhuy surveyed the seizing Asha with a dispassion that had been absent from
his features the whole of the time he had been with Dot.  His lips, barely
visible within the mess of his beard, became a thin line, then a sharp,
press-lipped smile.

"You'll leave that one alone," he said, stepping forward. "She's mine."

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The chimerical mass surrounding Pretty had gained a manner of
substantiality, though it was as amorphous as ever.  The ephemeral cloud
had formed into a sense-defying tentacular mass, the tips of the extrusions
seemingly tasting of the air around them in a sensual orgy.  Writhing in the
face of this new threat, they seemed to simultaneously quest towards and
withdraw from Suhuy as Pretty's attention was drawn to the small man from
her prey.

"no."

The maw worked again, defying the damage done to Pretty's form by the energy
pulsing within and around her.

"mine."

As the word was spoken, Pretty opened her muzzle wide- wider than one would
think possible as her lower jaw unhinged.  Daemonic voices echoed gibberings
within the small space as the creature vomited forth a  a morass of black
tentacles tinged sickly green, pulsing with barely contained power, intent
upon consuming Suhuy...

"You really don't want to consume poor Suhuy," said a calm and even slightly
languid voice from a slight distance.

The white-haired figure of Mandor strollled closer.  He was dressed in a
suit of dark vlue velvet with intricate heavy embrodiery on the collar and
reversed cuffs - rather like a stylish smoking jacket, and he held, almost
casually, a small glowing golden ball in his right hand.  As he approached,
he released it, but the ball hovered in place a foor above his hand, as
tjough reluctamt to leave him.  Suddenly he flicked his hand and the ball
skimmed across the room like a pebble bounced on water, until it suddenly
stopped, with the gentlest of bounces, about Pretty's head.

"So ... what do you want me to do with your pet, Suhuy?"  Mandor asked.  He
glanced at Dot.  "Any ideas?"