#rivervale_lodge

That voice doesn't sound like anyone he knows.

He pauses in his pondering of how to deal with these floozies, and turns, looking for the voice.

Symon almost misses her. Three inches high , mayyybe four is a tiny she devil, with tail, and pitch fork and... ah, for all her size, proportions are hour glass, "Relax sourcakes, unlike the show, I'm here to stay" She's not wearing much, but somehow how shadows cast over strategically when they need to... even his night vision can't pierce them. It makes her even more alluring.

This is definitely a chimera

He crouches down and scowls at the devil. "I know why you're here and why you do what you're doing." He can't avoid the flushing around his ears - he IS a teenage boy, too. "But you're going to stop using THESE images. There's enough out there without bringing the locals in."

"me? Baby you think I did this? Adam has dreams... not that you don't have dreams of your own I'm sure" She shifts and looks... oh gulp... there is now a 3 and a half image of the fantasy girl he never knew he wanted. "But mortals... well, Kinain can also be dreamers. So I muse a little but the energy is all his."

The Dagmar and Sylvi bash each other with pillows, feathers fly, and nwo they seem merged into a giantess having the best features of both. Well, best by Adam's standards

He reaches out a slaps a hand through the figment, before it can form more than a bit of someone tall, and muscular. Hubba hubba. "Can you guide his thoughts another direction? Like... here." His ears almost pink now with embarassment, he fumbles out his phone and flicks through a saved folder... ahhh... it's Captain Marvel... Black Widow... intial shots of Natalie Portman as Mighty Thor... super hero babes! Wasp, too. "Because I can tell you now, if he doesn't, I... I'll haunt his dreams so bad that he won't be thinking of ANYTHING sexy again, and then you'll go hungry."

His eyes darken and the shadows around him writhe a bit, forming tendrils that whip around and start to threaten to approach the apparitions... an evil squid, perhaps, or a Cthuloid beast...

Well if he slaps the she devil, she's quite solid...feels warm and firm and.. good lord. "hey"

If he slapped the other chimera... well, they pop easily. Soap bubble strong.

((Oops, I thought she was creating another dream image - yep, that! Pop!))

The imp looks much like his ideal.. don't look at her...

She glances over the creations, on the phone, "Nice. Though frankly I think Natalie Portman has been phoning it in compared to the acting we KNOW she could do"

He'd heard something recently, talk of a dragon that was... what was it, hunting trolls? Or did in the past? His shadows start to take form, a reptilian maw, ready to threaten the Troll Girls / Not Girls, and he pauses - waiting to hear her reply. "So what will it be? Feast or Famine?"

"You're going to ravage him?" She says "Really? The CHIMERA is telling the sluagh about the Escheat?"

A tap of her her high heels

He blinks, suprised, and hisses. "No. But I will muse his dreams so far from sexy ladies that unless you get off on eldritch horrors, you'll have to pack your bags and find a new source of glamour."

She waves her little fork around, "First of all, sweetie, I doubt you want to spend your every waking hour musing him. He's a teenage guy. You put tentacles in his brain? Eventually that'll just give him a fetish for some weird anime style smuit and you know it... so don't bluff me. How about talking to me like I'm a person here... I'm not bad.. I'm just..." Wiggle "Formed that way. What's the problem with letting him dream of girls he's met? that's NORMAL. "

"Because they're my friends, and they deserve more than being demoted to... to... that. Just... dream bimbos." He averts his gaze from them. "And he's gonna have a hell of a time dealing with them during the day if he remembers THESE. "

"I didn't do it... not exactly..and he's already had a hell of a time" The imp girl says worriedly, "Do you know he's had nightmare figments? I had to kill those. " her little pitchfork gleams with red flame, "So yeah, being revived for the first time in decades in this room I thought it much better he have these...but I'll do what I can to get his mind on other fantasies" A humph "No need to threaten him or me about it, you bully." While still sexy looking, she almost sounds maternal as she chides.

He sighs a bit, and droops his head. "Yeah... I... I'm sorry." A RARE apology. "And thanks for taking out the figments. He didn't look like he was sleeping well." Symon definitely seems on edge around the sexy forms of his classmates and friends. Nooope, not looking. "It's probably safer that he doesn't dream about them, there's at least one redcap that might murder him outright if he got a HINT of an idea that he MIGHT be dreaming about his girl."

"Oh, and I think you might be ticking off Ms. Primbriar, across the hall. I don't doubt she could make your life difficult if she wanted. Can you at least try to keep it down?"

"jealousy, the chief jewel in the crown of insecurity" The little shoulder devilitte sighs "Fine... I'll do what I can to direct his course to movie stars...and maybe disturbingly hot fantasy art women. But no promises. I don't own him.. and I can't mind control... well.. I do have a trick but that's.. that's my secret. " At the mention of Mrs. Primbriar "That priss? Humph.. she's the HMOA of morality around here is she? Stuck up furfoot. She's slurping tea over there but hey, she can send sluagh to deliver her not so passive but agressive snide ness. Hurumph"

"Well, you don't want her coming over here while he's dreaming, and giving him a Mrs. Robinson fetish."

"Please, they'll have to fashion her into a better form than that. Smurfette has more appeal. OH by the way, I apologize about your own friend. I thought she was trying to eat me."

Taken aback, and he peers around now, a little concerned. "Lovecraft?" He calls in a low hiss, not wanting to risk waking Adam.

Lovecraft is on the floor... in a dream state of her own, purring as she slashes at some thing.

The boy shifts, moves to his side, mumbles with a smile on his sleeping face.

"I put her to sleep to imagine her desires. Your friend is, I worry, dreaming about world conquest or something?" The Imp looks a bit disturbed by the idea of whatever Lovecraft might most desire

He moves forward and scoops her up, cradeling the kitty protectively. "Such a menace." He remarks, but the fondness is evident. And, he moves over to Adam's bedside, watching him for a moment.

Lovecraft purrs... whatever apocolpyse is on her mind, giving her great pleasure

Then in a fit of mischief, the Imp pokes Adam in the rump waking him. "Hey stud. Time we met anyway"

He hisses and backs away rapidly, looking for a window or other escape route!

Window, right there, slight crack

As Adam starts to wake, the lesser chimera pop completely... the imp says to the panicking sluagh "What? You said you wanted me to stop those images, waking him normally makes most dreams scatter"

"Mmmph?" A fuzzy inquiry.

There's the door Symon came through. Choices choices.

"I don't feel like explaining why I'm creepin' in his bedroom at night. NOT dreams he needs to be having..." He hisses to the Chimera, before beating a hasty retreat!

"Repression isn't good for the soul, Symon. Oh and my name is..." But he's gone before she can give it.

Lovecraft wakes Chicken? Then her ears flatten devil mouse wouldn't let me eat her. Rude

He gives the shadowcat a hug, and fondly remarks, "Take care with that one, but I guess feel free to visit if you want that dream again. Let me know if you see anything nasty lurking around there, though." And, he sneaks out of the house, if he can.

Only on roof Lovecraft says with a yawn.

Adam shifts again, drifting back towards sleep.

Hmmmm. Outside, he peers around to see if there is a handy way up. Maybe a ladder for cleaning gutters?

The little sexy shoulder devil sighs "Well gosh don't trip over yourself trying to meet me, Adam. Fine. Sleep if you want. You probably need it. But try to think of black widow and Captain Marvel and Agent Carter in her prime wearing her hat... just the hat" It would appear that demonic though her appearance is, the little imp is true to her word.

And Symon? Symon finds that ladder.

He sets Lovecraft under a handy bush to finish her napping undisturbed, and carefully climbs up - pausing before peering over the edge to listen for anything.

Yet more slurping noises. Just how many things go slurp in the night around here?

Another slow smile spreads across his kissable lips.