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Started April 27, 2020 by @trinitywilliams group

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Vozreal simply laughed at Hex

he cranked his neck, and with that, it sounded like an radio dial was being turned

Hex snaps at the demon viscously and bares her teeth at him, contemplating once more if taking his head from his shoulders would bring about terrible consequences. She reasons, yes it would, and puts her fangs away. She assesses the mouth that had decided to substitute her limb, looking down into its throat.
AAAAAAAGGGHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGKKKKKHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Shut up. She grabs the abominable opening with her claw and grips it with unrelenting force. She twists her arm sharply, causing it to emit a horrific crunching sound as the screaming abruptly stops. She lets go, her fingers dripping with her own matter, and wipes it on her clothing. That is annoying as hell. One of the risks of a regenerative curse is that sometimes it does not know what it should form. This time, she makes sure to observe the process closely and redirect the growth accordingly should it go wayward. In the meantime, she throws out a question to fill the silence. What sound it that from your neck? Is that your bone or an audial manifestation you summoned?

"It's called an radio dial, and it happens when I crank my neck!"

Hex continues attending to her arm as she hums in interest at his response. She takes a black wiry vein and attaches it to another vein. At that, an eye suddenly sprouts from her flesh and begins to look around wildly and fearfully. She takes it between her fingers and pops it like a cyst. What is a "radio?" She asks this as she jabs her thumb into the center of her wound as an attempt to allow some approximation of a bone to grow.

"You don't know what an radio is?"

Hex did not look away from her arm as she answers. Concepts that exist in your world are absent in mine and likewise. I would assume you have no knowledge of what Kleiname and Necrotzen are. She notices that a crooked bone emerges from her arm, but it looks like its made of teeth rather then bone (OOC: bone structure and teeth structure are different in this species unlike humans just gonna throw that out k bye). She huffs in annoyance, but tolerates it nonetheless. Half of her arm has already formed. Abstractions and materials are most likely different too, especially for us pariahs. We carve our mark into the world as a disruptive, malicious force and cause a countermeasure in response. We are different from the world and do not belong to it. It is because of our intent for destruction and our craving for chaos that we are this way. She sets down her sprouting limb and looks at Vozreal with an even mouth and even eyes. Somehow, the absence of deformities made her look abnormal. In other words, we are not meant to exist, but do anyways, because something wanted us to exist. If Hex had pupils, a reasonable amount of vertebrae, and an actual body, she would have looked like any other member of her species. But instead, she returns her gaze to her severed limb and continues to assist its growth. Now, tell me. What is a "radio" and what does it do?

"It's an thing that uses electricity to let you listen to music and podcasts. Like this!" He twisted his, uh, nips. All of an sudden, he started speaking spanish.
"Hola, esto es en español y soy Vozreal! ¡Teme a la bestia de ojos carmesí y voz de radio!" He turned it back to english.
"Anyways…"

King just blinked in confusion. "I have no idea what you just said, what the hell kinda language was that?" he asked, the echo in his voice returning.

Hex tilts her head with interest at his demonstration. (Her people don't have nips so she's just kinda like 'oh shit what') She marvels at how the words that came from his mouth were of a complete different tone and inflection from the other words he has said. Fascinating… Was that some kind of curse you uttered? She briefly takes her eyes away from her arm and looks at Vozreal expectantly.

"No, that was Spanish!" He said, probably disappointing them both.
"Perks of an demon is that I know every language in the world!"
(Look it up, I made an secret message in Spanish!)

(Look it up, I made an secret message in Spanish!)

google translate here i come ))

King had never once heard that term/word before, what the hell was a 'Spanish?' was it just a language or something even more? what if it was a kingdom! If it was he wouldn't hesitate to take it over. "what other languages do you know? how many are there?" his mind ran rapid with questions. maybe if he found out where those languages are from he could be the rule over the entire world instead of just the Fire Empire!

"Tons! So many, that unless you were immortal, you wouldn't have time to figure out!"

Hex leans back, very at ease with this new information being presented. Such a fascinating display of innovation conveyed through this creature native to a realm she does not know. It made something dark turn in her, a primal response to whatever is new and interesting. Where exactly do these concepts reside? And what defines "language in your world?" I have never known of such a thing before, except when curses are sung in different tongues.

"Language and Tongues are the same thing." He sighed

Hex tilts her head at him with curiosity laced with annoyance. Maybe to you. Where I originate, tongues are spoken words that are sung to curse a foe. They are dangerous, malevolent, cause anguish and dismay, but never kill the target. Their purpose is to cause pain and misery but never death. She smiles slow and wide as her teeth are shown off again. Which is why I had shed every fleck of my body to allow such glory to flood my flesh. I was called the Living Hex for a reason. Suddenly, a disturbing sound that can best be described as when you pinch your cheeks and wiggle them interrupted her. She looks down at her hand and swears. Son of SHIT BITCH.
Her arm had mostly regenerated itself properly right up to the wrist, but only there. The spot where her claw should be instead was replaced by what could be called a bouquet of tongues and eyes, all sporadically lapping at each other and flailing about with little care. She takes her other claw and wraps it around the disturbing sight and squeezes harshly. A squeal of flesh carols from her body as she rips the abomination off of herself. She throws it at King for good measure. Here. In case you have a death wish, or are just that hungry. She returns her gaze to her hand, this time determined to actually regrow a limb correctly. Anyway, yeah, shits different. How the fuck do I kill language, that is what I am fucking asking, just answer the damn question or I will risk disembowelment for all of us.

"Well… you can't, at least, not in the physical sense. It's not an physical thing. You can kill it by not using it."

"But everyone would have to stop using it in other to work."

(don't pity her she ate so many babies in front of their parents)

Kill everyone, okay got it. She guides her flesh to make the hem of her sleeve, revealing that her clothing is apparently not really clothing, but an imitation of it created by her body. Stupid ass fingers. She struggles to mold a claw long and sharp enough to her liking. King! You better be fuckin' grateful cause this is some bullshit I gotta deal with! She shouts at the Shadow King over her shoulder in a bout of rage. She sighs exasperated. What other concepts exist in your world that are not native to mine? She figures playing 20 questions would help pass the time and maybe ease her murderous intent. That contract still hangs over her head and at this point, she's almost ready to eat someone out of sheer wrath.

"Probably an lot! Like TV, the Internet, fashion (because Satan knows what you're wearing's hideous), Cars, etc…"

King jumped back, he lifted up his foot and brought it down with such force. A loud, shrill screech was heard as he continued to stomp the tongues and eyes into the ground. after a few moments the only sound was a somewhat disgusting squishing sound. He looked at the bottom of his heel which was covered with blood and other matter. "yeah?! and who gave you the bright fucking idea to throw tongues and eyeballs at me?!" he snapped back at Hex, taking off his heel and shaking the rest of the matter off.

Hex rolls her eyes at the Tantrum King and scoffs at his squeamishness. Deal with it. I have produced worse. I hope that arm in your stomach claws you open and spills your guts. She focuses intently on her claw, forming each digit to be parallel to one another and making sure they are still usable as weapons. She listens to Vozreal as he lists the things that his world has, adding them to her own list in her mind. What does your world have that are unnatural in ours, Shadow King? She still has her eyes glued to her hand in frustration.

"I think he went silent…" Vozreal noticed.