#purelyradiating

"Are you ready, Miss Susan?"

STARES FOR A long second.

The fae's man's expression was mildly annoyed at best, devoid of any fear or otherwise unease. Though there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes as they blinked up at her, his head canting slightly to the right. To him, the peculiarity was not really a matter of her size, but her reaction.

Calling herself a monster in the presence of a monster. It had not occurred to him until now that she was bewitched by his human guise. Only because he'd not pinned her to be entirely human for... obvious reasons.

He was always pleased when his glamour worked. Bringing in prey like flies to honey. This, however, seemed a bit overkill.

He lifted a brow, crossing his arms and allowing his lips to curl into a wry smile.

❝ Not at all. You don't fit the description of a monster to me. Other than being a bit tall. ❞

He pressed a hand to his temple and sighed softly. She seemed nice enough. He could humor her. Besides, he had the rest of the evening to hunt.

I know regrettably little about Indian martial arts. The one everybody knows is Kalaripayattu from Kerala, I feel like it's gotten kinda tokenized as "the Indian martial art" in popular culture -- and it's pretty cool for sure, but Eden and her surrounding cultural milieu isn't Keralan, and isn't interchangeable with Keralan culture. I might take some inspiration from it if I developed Eden's fighting style further, but it won't be the same. Sorry for that little rant, again -- no shade on Kalaripayattu!

The King gave a snort of confusion. He had never seen this one before. Her scent was unfamiliar, her sound alien. He didn't know if she was a threat to the delicate balance he was keeping. If she fell from the stars like the three headed enemy.

Scully was not unfamiliar with the scientifically bizarre, things that, until her and Mulder's involvement, had been, while unexplainable and undiscovered, nothing more than scientific oddities. But what the memo had claimed to be maintained at this particular government facility was enough to give rise to her usual scepticism. No doubt it was nothing more than ignorant exaggeration, though the fact the military was involved indicated there was some credence to it all.

It was upon entering what this 'team' supposedly called home that she realised just how much credence there actually was.

Are these all the result of experiments and gene interference? she'd asked in quiet shock and scientific interest just as she'd managed to pry her hand away from a creature who introduced himself as simply 'Link'. Some of them, was the only answer she'd gotten, but it's Ginormica that'll help you agents with your alien case.

Scully had quirked an eyebrow at the name as well as the generic term 'alien case', before stepping forward into the over-sized room.

"Oh my god..." she gasped, craning her neck as she looked at someone who looked like a perfectly normal woman if not for her extreme size.

Being thanked wasn't exactly a common experience for Lilith; too often anything she did was either passed on as credit to someone else or simply ignored entirely. Her work in Pandemonium, everything she achieved, was little more than a footnote in the back of the mind of most of the hierarchy of Hell, and the Dark Lord had never really felt the need to do anything but demand. Gratitude had no longer been a particular part of his...general character.

So Lilith blinked at Susan a moment, as quietly shocked by the acknowledgement as she was by the thanks, before nodding a little.

Perfectly Platonic Starters - Accepting!

The words startled her out of a drowsy daze. Ice crystals formed on the armrests of her chair when she jolted, and she blinked up at her friend for a long moment before her sleep-addled brain registered what had been said.