ZOMG A BABY

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All of a sudden, Moss felt like a blast furnace. Even when he slept naked with nothing over him, he was too hot. So when he started sweating like a pig in the middle of the night, he didn’t think anything of it. He merely slept. After some time however, he began to notice that his sweat didn’t feel like sweat... it felt more like honey.

So the Barguest opened his eyes to tell off whoever was trying to pour honey on him, and instantly noticed that much of his body was slick with back sludge. He wondered why. Normally he would have been screaming or jumping around, but he was oddly calm. Something Coyle said about being formless drifted to his mind. Since Coyle was supposedly formless, that would mean that his kid would be formless too. That is, until it decided to give itself one.

Moss lay there, sweating for all he was worth, until it was all out. By that point there was a rather large pool of it on the bed. Was this the baby he’d gnawed at pencils and eaten raw meat for? Was this why he’d been too exhausted and sick to leave bed for a couple weeks?

He at least wanted to hold it.

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The amorphous blob of black slime settled in much the same way as curdled milk might. It formed strange lumps, then seemed to gush inward on itself in a strange semblance of life.

After the blob formed a... condensed blob, it tried to fit itself together piece by piece, and tried out some very lovely forms.

Eventually though, it settled into its final shape - that of a very odd necklace with a long, winding silver chain and with a pendant of an old, three headed chimera emblem. The necklace looked pretty expensive, but it was no more than that - a necklace.

That is, until it tried to speak.

"Hello...?"

It was a bit odd, for a necklace to be speaking, much less in English, but it was. The sound was an unusual one - a voice very low and monotonous, yet sounding reminiscent of a toddler.

It also sounded a tad confused, but hey, you would too if you were a necklace.

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Moss lay there, watching the blob become one blob and as it began to put itself together. It was a curious process, one that Moss sat up to watch. He saw quite a few forms that were nice, but let the blob keep going until it found one that it liked. When it settled on an odd necklace, Moss merely stared and jumped slightly when it tried to talk. It was a confused and perhaps slightly frightened hello.

“Hello.” The barguest responded, picking up the necklace and holding it carefully between his hands. The blob had come from his body, the blob had become this necklace. That meant that this necklace was his child. Weird.

He looked right at it, hoping to unravel the mystery the necklace and its little voice held.

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The necklace was very pleased that someone had responded to it. Of course, you really couldn't see this because a necklace is made of metal, and metal wasn't known well for its ability to look pleased. Still, the necklace was a happy one - as happy as a necklace could get, anyways.

So happy, in fact, that it sent waves of therapeutic joy throughout the room. Once again, it was hard to see this on account of the necklace being a necklace, but to the one holding the necklace, these waves were felt quite clearly.

They should be. The necklace had a telepathic link with the person holding it, and it knew that.

"Are you my daddy...?"[/i] the shy little voice asked, in its low, confused monotone.

Now of course necklaces didin't have daddies either, but this one was special. It was far from the ordinary kind of object.

It was alive, for one. Sentient, for another. Immensely powerful reigned in last as one of the most off things about this necklace, because as everyone knows, necklaces can be enchanted to hold vast amounts of power.

Well, not everyone knew this, but anyways... The thing that made this necklace different was that it wasn't even a necklace. It was something quite different, wasn't it?

"Where's Coyle?"[/i] was the next question it asked. Odd, that it should know who Coyle was, but that was another thing.

The necklace knew all about Coyle. It was Moss that he knew nothing of.

And he wanted desperately to know now...
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[Anzeh]

Moss immediately noticed a few things. First thing he noticed was that the necklace seemed perfectly capable of thought and was obviously capable of speech. However, the barguest was unsure of whether the little thing could see or not. But it could obviously hear, since it responded to him when he'd returned the little thing's hello. The only question bouncing around his head was whether or not the little thing in his hands could actually see him or not.

An odd feeling began to roll through him. After a couple moments he identified the necklace as the source of the odd joy. Cute.

"Uh... yeah. Yeah, I suppose I am." He said, looking away towards his door, as though expecting Coyle to fade into the room uninvited and start throwing a ****fit. Even though Moss didn't completely understand what was going on, he understood that the necklace was his kid. It wasn't physically his--well, unless it wanted to be his--but the fact that is was his child meant that he'd take care of it.

Whatever a necklace's needs were.

He wondered how the little being knew who Coyle was. Well, whatever Coyle was, that meant that was what he was too. Perhaps it was normal for Coyle's species to know their fathers and not their mother. Whoa, wait. He was not a woman. He was not this things "mother". "Father", he could deal. "Mother", hell no.

Moss smiled softly. "I have no idea." He responded. "Coyle ran off as soon as I told him I was pregnant. Haven't seen him since."

Glancing at the floor, he smiled and said, "I'm Moss, FYI."

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The necklace, being in direct connection - and what's more physical contact - with Moss's person could sense a fair amount about what Moss was thinking. Well, all of it, actually. He could feel it all, and he knew the answer to the question that plagued Moss's mind.

"I can see you!"[/i] the little voice sounded more animated than before; laughing, perhaps. But it was already learning from Moss' telepathic connection. It was understanding the world around it, and using Moss as a focusing lens to do so.

As it had, the moment it was conceived. It knew only what Moss saw of the world, and what it's host father Coyle had left it with. And it was confused. Very confused.

...what was happening? Where was Coyle.

Moss did not know. But his name was Moss, he told the necklace; and although the necklace already somehow knew this, it was nice to hear the name said aloud. Things were more simple that way.

But the necklace didn't have time for simple. It wanted what Coyle wanted - efficiency.

In one, quick wave, it hooked up a link directly into Moss' head and in a way it "downloaded" all the information it wanted to share: The necklace had been sentient as long as it had existed, and it knew many things without learning them because it had Moss' mind to help it and Coyle's species was one of immense knowledge that shed and shared their minds collectively. It told Moss that it could talk to Coyle whenever it wanted because of this, and that it could always talk to and find Moss, because Moss was its mommy and mommies should never leave it alone. It was afraid of being alone. Terrified...

And that it's name was Ramier, and it didn't know why but it knew it's name ever since it was made, and it knew that Ramier in this world mean the "devil that would be angel" or "kind devil" and that it was good, not bad like Coyle; because although it was alone and afraid and it could not live without Moss or someone else, it was also not bored like Coyle. It was not driven to be chaotic and unpredictable like Coyle, and it did not like Coyle very much. It knew Coyle, because Coyle was the same thing - exactly the same - and Ramier knew that the only difference was the way they thought and it never wanted to think like Coyle because Coyle was bad, right?

"Right, mommy?"[/i] Ramier asked.

The information had been sent in a jolt - one that was quite shocking to receive, but Ramier had never meant to hurt Moss. He simply did not know any better.
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"Good!" Moss responded to learning that Ramier could see him. Suddenly the barguest was glad that he'd worn undies and a wife beater to bed instead if wearing nothing like he originally wanted. Knoei already guessed that he didn't have any stains on his being from Ramier being born, but checked anyway. Nope. The little guy had done an awesome job of gathering all of himself up.

But if he'd answered his qurestion without Moss saying anything, then that meant that he could read his thoughts. That idea had just been created when a rather PAINFUL shock of pain spread through his head accompanied by a wave of information about Ramier and Coyle and the necklace that Ramier was. He'd absorbed it before he even knew what he was learning, and once the pain vanished, he regarded the necklace.

"Yes, Coyle is bad. " Sighing softly, he flinched and touched his head with one hand, shifting the necklace to his other hand. "Ramier... please don't shove that much info in my head at once? It hurts."

Having said that, Moss moved on to another topic. How he could not leave the other alone. After all, he was only a few minutes old, but since Coyle's species came into the world ready for their purpose, he didn't think too much about his age.

At first he considered slipping Ramier into his pocket, but then the little guy wouldn't be able to see anything. Then, remembering what he physically was, he smiled and put the necklace on.

"Now you don't have to worry about being alone."

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The new vantage point was a bit better than the old one. Ramier could see a lot more now than Moss, although looking at Moss was not a bad thing. Ramier liked Moss, and since he had rooted around in his memories at about the time he had been born, he knew what Moss was.

He loved Moss. Moss was mommy. Mommy could not be bad.

But now that he could see more, Ramier noticed all the rest of the world and he liked it. There were chairs and a desk and a door and all kinds of other things. Ramier did not know why, but he enjoyed this place. It was small and comfortable, and it had things inside it that made him happy. Very strange. Since he had Coyle's thoughts, the demon was a huge reference point for Ramier's knowledge, but upon seeing the things that Coyle had thought "boring" or "useless" Ramier saw only what he could see now.

He saw a soft, wooden chair with a slight polished curve. He saw a plush rug on the floor and a fluffy bed near the wall. He saw books and a light that shone its warmth down on the room. He saw things that he liked.

Wow it was odd being alive.

"Thank you..."[/i] the tiny little voice said. It sounded teary-eyed, but for something that did not have eyes to shed tears with. Ramier was not sure exactly what he was thankful for, but he knew he was thankful. For life? For the promise of not being alone? For the vibe that he got from Moss that was not cold and insensitive? Whatever it was, Ramier was thankful.

And he was also hungry.

"Mommy I need food!"[/i] the little voice said. First thing was first. Ramier was thankful, but he was also newly made and in need of some fuel.

A lot of fuel, and not just in the food sense. He wanted to know what this place he was in was. He wanted to go out! See things!

But food first. That was important.

Ramier looked around the room for something that would get him food faster, then saw a shirt much like Moss was wearing on the floor. Without even thinking about it, Ramier went to go get the shirt. He walked across the room and picked it up before even realizing he'd done it, and then he noticed that he was not all there.

Looking back at Moss, Ramier saw his necklace. Hmm... He was over there. Then why was he here? He looked down, and saw a perfect replica of the form sitting up on the bed. It was Moss, but it was him.

Ramier frowned.

"I'm confused."
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Moss leaned back on his hands a little, looking down as well as he could manage towards Ramier. He hadn't said anything, probably because there was so much around him he had to take in. This was his home now, because this was Moss's home. Because this was Ramier's home, he would always be welcome here, no matter what happened or what he did, this would always be his home. And part of him was happy he was Coyle's child so he didn't have to voice his thoughts and ruin the deepness and meaning that it had attained.

A smile couldn't be fended from the barguest's lips as the young voice within the necklace voiced its thanks. “It's not much,” he confessed, knowing that Ramier probably already knew about this since he had access to Coyle's thoughts and memories and Moss's as well, “but it's home.”

He didn't specify that is was 'his' home. It was home. A home. A home for Moss and a home for Ramier too.

… And then he learned that necklaces apparently needed food. That was understandable enough, but still, he had to wonder what a necklace ate, what would give it strength and sustainence when it didn't have a mouth and to the best of his knowledge a stomach to digest it with.

While Moss was busy thinking about how he was going to feed the little life, he saw something really, really weird.

Ramier seemed to walk out of his necklace! But... it looked exactly like him, but not in the sense that his young baby form looked a lot like him, the young being had literally BECOME him! The Barguest felt himself to make sure he hadn't moved and was still all there. Once he learned that he was, his eyes went back up to Ramier, whom was holding one of his shirts and voiced his confusion.

“So am I.” Moss said, standing.

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Ramier lifted his free hand, then he lifted the other one with the shirt in it. After making sure both of them were sufficiently solid (he could touch one arm with the other) he decided to mostly forget this strange occurrence and simply focus on the food aspect of this mission.

So saying, Ramier just shrugged and handed the shirt to Moss.

"Here you go."

Looking around, Ramier had to wonder... After handing the shirt off, he walked around in a circle. That worked. Then he walked around and looked at a few things on the shelves. Well, his eyes worked. He looked at Moss a second, trying to understand it a little better, and with a quick inspection of Moss's foremost thougths Ramier noticed something.

Moss could feel stuff... Why couldn't he feel anything?

Trying this theory out, Ramier poked the computer sitting at Moss desk.

He went through it.

"Oh!" the pleasant little voice murmured, "I don't think I can touch anything... unless I want to."

Trying again and focusing this time, Ramier inched his nails under the keyboard and tried to move it.

The keyboard lifted in his hands normally. Ramier smiled.

"Look at that...!"

...and then he felt a pang of hunger, and Ramier began to gather up other articled of clothing that looked like they might be useful to Moss.

"Food! We need to go to the..." he looked around inside his new memories, and saw though Moss's eyes a big cafeteria thing. "Dining Hall. There!"

Throwing the supplies at Moss, Ramier then decided to test his new abilites out while Moss used the clothes however it was people used clothes.

He looked at his hand, then thought of something. The hand turned into a book.

"Ooooh."

Maybe he would need a new person form? But different from Moss'. He was already using that one...

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Moss stared at the copy of himself that seemed to be hopelessly confused, when in a moment his confusion vanished. It wasn't that he had understand what he had done to take Moss's form like he had, it was more like he had decided that it wasn't interesting to him anymore and that the problem would be stored away, to be solved at a much later date. Ramier held out the shirt and Moss examined it. It was more like a jersey--a basketball jersey--with his name on it in bold letters. The shirt didn't say "Moss" however--the shirt read "Titan".

The barguest watched the new life walk around his room in his form, touching and lifting things that were laying around, and an interesting bit of information was learned: he apparently couldn't touch things unless he wanted to touch them. He continued to experiment with his newfound sense of touch when he suddenly got back to picking up articles of clothing and handing them over to the real Moss, standing there in his Titan jersey.

He was given pants, a sock, a pair of shoes, and another, non-matching sock. Despite this he put them on. After all, he was just going to get something to eat.

Meanwhile, he glanced over to the little one who had hustled him for food.

"Let's go, Ramier."