[ instantaneous as it has always been, phainon would recognize that guy anywhere, even with his eyes closed at this point. apprehension looms with its worst-case scenario, still; the strongest demigod in amphoreus, here instead of fending off the black tide, providing the chrysos heirs the solace of time — he isn't exactly sure what he's meant to feel.
when he turns, following the direction of that voice, his eyes, round with startled curiosity, finds mydeimos first before dropping down to the serviton trailing after him, looking unsurprisingly... manhandled, its little nurse hat laughably disheveled. it doesn't hesitate to announce with robotic glee despite all that it has endured so far, "COMPANION loCATEd and sECUrEd. PleASE prOCEed to bOND OVEr the reCEIvEd prOPHEcy of YOUr own dEATh." there's a generous pause from phainon's end, like he's mulling over how to approach this with his mind already muddled with feverish sleep deprivation, before he guides the serviton towards his side after that bold announcement. leave the (rightfully upset) demigod alone now. ]
... Well, I certainly wasn't expecting the great god of Strife to fall prey to this little one here, enough so that he appears to be seeking my aid through a long-awaited arrival. [ as if phainon hadn't just walked right out of this very scenario before and had since attempted to avoid similar instances. but there's a playful lilt to his words, his "observation" made purely in jest. ]
What it demands should be easy enough to fulfill, don't you think? It's just you and I, after all. [ — and a very nosy serviton, but. what's it going to do, broadcast to the world that they're doomed right after? obviously not. ]
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when he turns, following the direction of that voice, his eyes, round with startled curiosity, finds mydeimos first before dropping down to the serviton trailing after him, looking unsurprisingly... manhandled, its little nurse hat laughably disheveled. it doesn't hesitate to announce with robotic glee despite all that it has endured so far, "COMPANION loCATEd and sECUrEd. PleASE prOCEed to bOND OVEr the reCEIvEd prOPHEcy of YOUr own dEATh." there's a generous pause from phainon's end, like he's mulling over how to approach this with his mind already muddled with feverish sleep deprivation, before he guides the serviton towards his side after that bold announcement. leave the (rightfully upset) demigod alone now. ]
... Well, I certainly wasn't expecting the great god of Strife to fall prey to this little one here, enough so that he appears to be seeking my aid through a long-awaited arrival. [ as if phainon hadn't just walked right out of this very scenario before and had since attempted to avoid similar instances. but there's a playful lilt to his words, his "observation" made purely in jest. ]
What it demands should be easy enough to fulfill, don't you think? It's just you and I, after all. [ — and a very nosy serviton, but. what's it going to do, broadcast to the world that they're doomed right after? obviously not. ]