☠{ѕσℓєми-мαи ♱ ¢αιиє}☠

[CrimsonMoon]

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✓Black Candles
✓Chalk
✓A quiet room
✓A mirror
✓Incense
☐ A Sacrifice

Her pencil paused over the last objext on the list, her hazel grey eyes narrowing slightly. 'A sacrifice'. The words echoed briefly around her head before the girl shook her head and placed the sheet of paper on the ground next to her. She was sitting on her knees, a small stick of chalk resting beside her and a rather intricate pentagram draw on the hardwood floor. Black candles were lit at each of the 5 points of the pentagram and in the middle was piled a small locket, a pocket knife, a mirror and small lock of hair, russet red like the girl's.

Her tired hazel eyes flicker around the room as she opened the thick and dusty volume nearby. She couldn't remember if she locked the door or not, she didn't want any 'Protectors' bursting in. She remembered seeing them killing a classmate, she had shattered like glass... The Protectors tried doing things to her mind that would make her forget, but she would never forget what she saw... It only raised her hope further.

Her fingers brushed the scrawled writing gingerly before she closes her eyes and begins to murmur swiftly in latin, the words barely audible...

She didn't even know if this would work, but it was worth a try

(Sorry I do a lot of studying before I post a thread i don't know much about xD)

[pipintan]

(Hehe, don't worry about it! This is a great start! )

As she mutters, the pentagram slowly starts to glow, almost a blinding light. The ground starts to shake lightly, as the light gets brighter, a loud hum erupting from the ground. The light forms a circle, as a figure comes to focus, the light traveling up the figure, like unveiling it. Though the figure is definitely male.

Black shoes appears first, before traveling up to show a light gray suit, and finally a green cravet is the only splash of color on this suit. Light gold cufflings twinkles in the bright light, before a serious face appears. He sets his jaw, before his tiny nose flares for a bit, as if irritated. Piercing brown eyes flicks down to the girl, through black rimmed glasses, not a hint of warmth in his eyes. However, that wasn't all, there are two noticeable differences about this man; light cream whiskers starts from the sides of his nose and draws to the side of his face and tiny ears twitch slightly.

The boy bows to the girl, a book clasped in his arms to his side. "Hello. My name is Folk, I am one of the many things you can summon. I thank you kindly for summoning me. Before we begin, I am to tell you of what I can offer you." Without pausing for a moment to let the girl talk, he flicks the book open to a page and reads it aloud, sounding as if he has rehearsed this many of times, "I am able to do things most sumonees aren't able to; I am one of the few who can Change into an animal; I being the proudful otter. With this Change, I am able to slip into small cracks to retrieve items for you. At times, when the sun is hidden behind clouds, I am able to control small amounts of water, precisely for defending you against attackers."

Looking as pleased as a stiff looking boy could manage, he snapped the book closed. He placed a hand over his heart and bowed again, "I am in your service, until you Return me. What is it you wish, My Lady?"

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl gazes up at him in shock as he spoke, her lips parted in awe,"..." When he finished and asked her what she wanted, she started as if having been bitten by a fly," I... Uhm..." Her eyes widen slowly as if his words were unbelievable.

The girl awkwardly pushed her hair back from her face, closing her eyes and bowing her head," I wish for you to assist me in... Sabotage. But first- your name,"

[pipintan]

His eyes narrow slightly, as if startled by this order. Though he said nothing of it, as he bowed again, saying smoothly, "Folk, my name is Folk." He righted himself up, briefly pushing his glasses back up his nose. "If there are any more questions, please ask; my job is to make your life easier, if asking me questions helps you, then I shall answer them accordingly."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Is that your true name?" She asks softly, tilting her head, pursing her lips as if doubting his words," All demons have a true name... A secret name," she smiles and sits cross legged, gazing at him with bright eyes

[pipintan]

He tilts his head to the side, not a hint of an emotion appearing. "My, my, My Lady has been doing her homework," he says silkily. Folk rubs his chin,as if deep in thought. "Would telling you my real name help you achieve what you desire?" He asks finally.

[CrimsonMoon]

" No, it wouldn't," she admits and smiles faintly, standing and watching him. Her wild russet hair falling before her eyes again," Can you fight, Folk or otherwise secretly named Demon of otters?" There was a small sneer in her voice, the aspiring witch clearly... Firey in personality

[pipintan]

Her snide remarks doesn't seem to affect him, though the slightest flare of his nose gives away his calm demeanor. "Like I said before, My Lady, I am most useful during a rain storm; that is when I can control my element. However if you mean hand-to-hand combat, I am well enough versed in it to do some damage," he replies quickly.

[CrimsonMoon]

Her eyes widen briefly, as if sensing the faint change in his facade. A tiny smile curls her lips, leaning over she scoops up the small stick of chalk," Come, " she motions for bim to follow as she walks around the pentagram, blowing out the candles before moving toward the door. She couldn't help but feel a slight bit... Cocky. She had summoned a demon, as unimpressive as he seemed at the moment. Sharp flourescent light stabbed through the pitchblackness

[pipintan]

He follows after her quickly, catching up to her with his long strides. He stays slightly behind her, to her left, letting her lead on. "If I may ask, My Lady, why do you need me for sabatoge?" He is quiet for a moment, as if mulling over what he said. "However, if you do not wish to answer it, it is none of my business." As he speaks, Folk keeps his eyes to what is in front of him, not glancing over to her; after all, when talking to one's master, one must never look them directly in the eyes, that is the greatest rule of being a sumonee.

[CrimsonMoon]

She stops and looks at him," You ask alot of questions for a creature that is meant to serve," she answers sharply, her eyes flashing toward him as she sat down upon a cot, motioning for him to settle nearby," Lets just say that... It's to see someone i haven't seen in a long, long time,"

[pipintan]

"In my efforts to serve you, I must ask these questions. However if it displeases My Lady, I shall stop," he smoothly replies, tipping his head forward in a small bow. At her response, he stays quiet for a moment, before finally settling down on the ground, pushing his glasses up again. "I am guessing that the two of you are not on good terms," he comments, a bit dryly at that.

[CrimsonMoon]

" We are- i mean- we are on good terms- i hope... You will see," She smiles and scoots over on thecot," I meant you may sit next to me... I'm not going to... Lord over you too much," she smiles faintly

[pipintan]

He raises an eyebrow for a moment, before effortlessly getting to his feet. She is not one of the first to say that...however, I do not detect deceit anywhere in her body or voice, He thinks to himself. He settles down beside her crossing his legs and placing his book on his lap. He surveys the room, brown eyes taking in everything, as if expecting an intruder to pop out. "Fine then," he finally says to her response, "I will help you as best as I can." He's quiet for another moment, before he asks, "However, My Lady, will it not be weird for you to show up to this friend and bring along a sumonee?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" I said i needed you for sabotage, and lets just say there are those who do not want me to see them which we will have to... Dispatch," she smiles quietly and pats the cot next to her," Could i see what you look like as an animal? I promise it's not just so i can fawn over you," a teasing hint came into her voice

[pipintan]

At her request, he sighs softly. Though, as a sumonee, he needs to follow his Master's request. Taking off his glasses and placing them and his book to the left of him, he slowly closes his eyes. Folk shrinks, his clothes slipping off of him, as brown sleek fur starts sprouting from his body. His face becomes more pointed, his fingernails growing sharper. His clothes fall to the cot softly and for a moment, it's quiet. Something moves underneath his clothes as a brown head pops out of the collar. A sleek and brown otter stares at the side of her, making sure to not stare directly at her. The only resemblance of it being Folk was the emotionless brown eyes.

[CrimsonMoon]

Sheblinks and kneels down before him, resting her elbows on the dirty carpet,"... Look at me, please," her voice suprisingly gentle," Please, Folk."

[pipintan]

"It is not part of a servant's duty to look at their master, My Lady," comes his voice. Though it comes from her mind, as his mouth does not move at all. "It would be a great dishonor if I did so," he continues, his calm voice ringing in her mind, as he scratches the back of his ear.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Fine, don't want you to do anything too uncomfortable," she chuckles and reaches out unconciously, replacing his claws behind his ear as she scratched his fur gently yet rather well," The friend... I want to visit is my dad. He was taken to a mental hospital when i was younger for claiming to have unlocked the secrets of the demon realm, they diagnosed him as delusional and dangerously psychopathic..." She smiles faintly and closes her eyes

[pipintan]

He shies away from her hand, as he steps away from her, almost baring his teeth at her, almost. "I would like it if you did not touch me, My Lady. It is only my duty to serve you, not to have physical contact with you," he says curtly, his eyes narrowing. His fur prickles for a moment, as he rubs the back of his ear with his paw, as if to get away to feeling of her touch. Once he finds it satisfactory, he places his paw down, before settling down on the carpet, front paws outstretched. "If he has been confined to a hospital, is it wise to bring me along? Will it not make his situation even worse if he sees that I am a sumonee?"