[It's sort of neat to watch, actually. Like rubbing graphite gently over a notepad and seeing the indentations of what was previously written on it coming to light. Hierophant, like this, is no longer the writhing blob of tentacles her imagination has always sort of inadvertently pictured him as; he's "roughly humanlike" now, with a head and a face and...shoulders and hands, presumably, if she were to get down far enough.
Well, that's another assumption to consider, isn't it? Just because he's human-shaped doesn't mean he's human-proportioned. Maybe he has horrifically long limbs like an urban legend cryptid. Maybe he's a head dragging behind his own entrails like a Southeast Asian vampire.]
...What color green are you, Hierophant-kun? Can you show me something the same color as you, so I can imagine you better?
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[It's sort of neat to watch, actually. Like rubbing graphite gently over a notepad and seeing the indentations of what was previously written on it coming to light. Hierophant, like this, is no longer the writhing blob of tentacles her imagination has always sort of inadvertently pictured him as; he's "roughly humanlike" now, with a head and a face and...shoulders and hands, presumably, if she were to get down far enough.
Well, that's another assumption to consider, isn't it? Just because he's human-shaped doesn't mean he's human-proportioned. Maybe he has horrifically long limbs like an urban legend cryptid. Maybe he's a head dragging behind his own entrails like a Southeast Asian vampire.]
...What color green are you, Hierophant-kun? Can you show me something the same color as you, so I can imagine you better?