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Yeah, I seem to do that a lot. Can you believe I get paid for it?

It wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last.

My victory was assured. At no point was I in any actual danger, though I am sure it appeared that way.

[It doesn't matter what happens from here. If you kill one Trapper, one of the others nearby will chitter. Their bodies will start flashing vibrant green colors as their scorpion-like tails will move around in circles.

Fancy a trip to the Trapper Dimension, Alastor?]

Paid? Is pay the reasoning. It frankly seems a touch self-destructive.

Of course, I would not judge an honest living, necessarily.

Hm. There are many of your type, it seems.

'Assured'. Your ego acts as a shield in many ways.

[ Hm. Cute. It isn't a creature he finds familiar, but they aren't much of a concern.

Tilting his his head in consideration, the demon haunches down to fold his arms over his knees and snap a small bag of bread and ground meat into being. ]

What a curious thing.

Tch, I would not say it is my ego...more like my Zerg traits can be terribly useful.

Would you care to elaborate? I have little experience with these Zerg traits. In fact, I have none.

They have added durability and quick regeneration, which makes me difficult to kill...though if I had to, I would just prefer to avoid such trouble...but...

[He shrugged, even managing to get his extra limbs to shrug with him.]

somethimes, these things, they cannot be helped.

This is considered 'Zerg'? Seems a common strength... Perhaps that is generous. Nonetheless. I do no understand a trademark for such simple abilities!

True enough. Was this instance not avoidable? It seemed aggressive.

It seems to be the nature of things in life, death...and even beyond the veil in the Shadowlands.

Quite poetic.

Why not the last?

[The Trapper is blind, for there are no eyes on it. Its other senses tend to take over.

It smells the scent of little meat. Its mandibles on the front move and point towards the bag Alastor holds.

Slowly, it's coming closer to him, curious to try a bite of meat. But also because he speaks like a human, and it senses his shape to be much bigger than itself... Its master, Xel'lotath, created it to send humans away to that other dimension.]

Kr-r-irk...

[The Trapper chirps as it ponders what Alastor will do next.]

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[ Closer than before, it seems fairly sentient --enough so to mellow enough for a better look. There is the undeniable feeling he is being studied in a similar manner, and that is understandable.

Carefully undoing the baggy, he glances around before drawing a saucer from thin air to properly unload the messy meal, bag crinkling about noisily. ]

Are you hungry, my fine fellow? I'm sorry, I didn't prepare ahead of time, but this should suffice. I assume you cannot speak?

[The scent of the meat was stronger now as it heard Alastor speak again.

All the Trapper could emit was a very interested chirp. No, it did not have mouth or lungs to speak like a human.

Not that it mattered. Its master could create headless other creatures that lacked vital organs, and yet they could make noise, let alone speak in words.

As the Trapper heard the meat go onto the plate, it cautiously stepped toward the food. And then, quickly, moved a piece of it into its mouth, using its mandibles.]

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[ Undeniably, it is a creature of means. The energy radiates enough so, though... he can sense manners as well. Very little measures limited creatures beyond a sense of manners.

Watching as the being moves about its jaws, Alastor decides to create himself a low bench-and-mat, long legs bent at a nearly unpleasant angle.

In his hand assumes a mug of warm chamomile, and he watches the beast move. ]

You are a figment, are you not? I'd like to read you if you'd allow.

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[The Trapper doesn't know what he's talking about as it continues to eat the grounded up meat.

There's no motion or sound of objection, so, he's free to?

Alastor might be able to find out who the creature belongs to.]

[ Naturally, it's sweet to watch the creature eat. He has never seen such a thing in all his years, so he gives it the proper time to indulge before his clawed hand reaches out to thumb lightly at the head.

Hmm. ]

You are in contact. That's interesting. Would you bring me to your master?

[It hasn't expected for the unknown larger creature to pet it.

The Trapper emits an uncomfortable chitter of a sound, and backs up. No touching.

If Alastor wants to see Xel'lotath... Hmn. It pauses.

Oh.

The little creature scuttles up to eat one more bite of that delicious meat, before it moves towards the opposite direction of the saucer. It may not know how to contact its master directly, but knows of a larger servant who can...

The Trapper stops, and emits a chirp that could be intepreted as, "Follow me."]

[ Clawed fingertips draw back reflexively, and he rises to stand once more with a slow tilt of his head. Too much, hm. His eyes follow the creature, smile ever-present, calm. ]

Oh?

[ Little more concern is given to the brief miscommunication as he lifts hand to de-materialize the plate, leave the rest of the scraps for the other vermin. Littering is a disgusting habit.

Folding his arms behind his back, he hums a tune that seems to carry outside of his form and keeps casual pace with his new friend. ]

[Perhaps another Trapper or two may notice the meat scraps and gobble them up.

The one leading Alastor towards a much different and other creature much larger than itself doesn't need to stop to signal for him to keep following. It hears the humming and walking footsteps just fine.

It focuses on the scent and detection of the presence of the Black Guardian as it leads him out of the room and down a hallway...]