un: δαήμων; backdated to March 31

[eudaimonikos]

How do you take care of a cat?

[He could probably google this but y'all are like right there.]

Comments

[talkstoposters]

Not bad. I probably would have just tossed the clawed-up furniture out the window, but your idea works too, I guess. Brute force is more my style.

[eudaimonikos]

New York's crowded. It definitely would have hit someone, and I'd have still had to pay for it. Best to just fly under the radar.

[talkstoposters]

Tch. Figures. I knew there was a reason I barely left the Outlands. All these rules and crud you have to follow. Nevermind that I have to show up in disguise.

[eudaimonikos]

Oh, yeah, I'm always in disguise. But physical forms are interesting anyway.

[talkstoposters]

What? You saying you're a ghost?

[eudaimonikos]

I'm a daemon. We don't all exist like that on this plane.

[talkstoposters]

So a ghost daemon.

[I'm sorry, Micheal.]

Wasn't expecting to find many daemons here, not that I'm complaining. Thought this was a little sewing circle for goodie-two shoes until I showed up.

[eudaimonikos]

There's actually a lot of us on staff. Not really sure why.

[he's pretty sure it's all for totally random individual reasons]

[talkstoposters]

Guess this place isn't as lame as I thought. I'll have to meet 'em at some point.

Surprised there's so many, though. Aren't daemons looking forward to that Nightfall thing?

[eudaimonikos]

Not all of us, apparently.

[talkstoposters]

What, you got an attachment to this joint or something?