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Morgan doesn't strictly need to sleep. Even if she didn't want to put up with the annoyance of constantly having a caffeine buzz and having to ask for coffee on almost every summon, there are naps. Naps can keep a daeva going for quite a long time.
But there's something unutterably pleasant about curling up in a proper bed in pajamas and just sleeping. And then waking up and getting breakfast in those pajamas. So she does that, because immortality's a long unpleasant time if you don't enjoy the little things every now and then. Like adorable bunny slippers and soft pajamas and sleeping in.
She's midway through a fruity salad thing that counts as the standard fairy breakfast when she feels the summon. Showing up to a summon in pajamas? Eh. If they're proper summoners she bets they've seen worse, and she doesn't particularly care if they think she's unprofessional.
She puts her spoon down and accepts the summon.
Fairy Revan in the Wormverse
notinoz
notinoz
"I can wait for him to come back," says Morgan brightly. (Ugh. Patrolling. What a waste of everyone's time.)
notinoz
"Sure. Thank you very much."
She goes to the waiting room, picks up a magazine, and starts casually reading. In full costume. Completely ignoring any stares.
She goes to the waiting room, picks up a magazine, and starts casually reading. In full costume. Completely ignoring any stares.
And stares there will be, until the receptionist asks her to come with this nice PRT lady somewhere.
The nice PRT lady brings them to a meeting room where Eidolon is waiting, arms crossed, looking out the window. He turns to look at Morgan and nods. "Hello."
notinoz
"Hello," says Morgan, like walking into the PHQ and asking for Eidolon is the most ordinary thing in the world. ... She seems to be making a habit of this kind of thing.
"So, how free are you to come play hooky with me? I don't know what demands the Protectorate makes of your time."
"So, how free are you to come play hooky with me? I don't know what demands the Protectorate makes of your time."
notinoz
"I think the Protectorate as a whole is taking too long to get back to me about working with me on strategizing for the Blasphemies and wondering if you're willing to just cut past the red tape with me for the good of the world."
notinoz
"I'm not sure how I'd fare against the illusions and couldn't actually get past them without causing a lot of property damage and probably quite a few deaths, and the pocket dimension is... Concerning. One of my counters is being trapped in something I can't escape from by moving." She shrugs. "I try not to barrel into tactical nightmares."
"And you came to me because you expect me to go around regulations and go fight the Blasphemies with you."
notinoz
"I came here to ask. I don't expect you to do anything, I don't know you nearly well enough."
notinoz
... She looks at him, amused.
"Eidolon, I can be anywhere in the world in ten seconds, the only reason I ever slow down is so I don't break squishy people."
"Eidolon, I can be anywhere in the world in ten seconds, the only reason I ever slow down is so I don't break squishy people."
notinoz
"I didn't have a date picked out, and we should actually talk tactics before going anywhere near them. And I don't exactly have your schedule. Am I keeping you from something important?"
She does not say 'Like patrolling uselessly?' but she thinks it.
She does not say 'Like patrolling uselessly?' but she thinks it.
notinoz
"All right. It's sort of hard for me to work out a strategy beforehand with your powers in mind, for obvious reasons, but I can definitely try, if you have certain powers you tend to keep. But since mine don't change - are you willing to sit through a 'these are my capabilities' demonstration? You've mostly heard about what I do, not actually seen any of it."
He shrugs. "Sure. The unpredictability of my powers is part of the reason I haven't taken them on. That, and the fact that I have to hold back."