[ This sort of desperate magic is definitely hard for Ange to keep up, so she's infinitely grateful when she notices the demon finally - finally? Has it really been that long, Ange can't even tell the time while she's trying to chase him like this.. - slowing down a little.
But she's still poor enough at this magic that she definitely overshoots her own flight a little, only managing to turn back to normal once she's on the other side of him, ahead of him in the direction he was running off to before he finally stopped.
Ange is breathing a little harder than a moment before when she's finally back in human form, but she keeps staring at Paimon. Frowning, trying to think of what to do here as she watches the demon in Peter's body whimper like a hurt dog.
.. a really, really freaky hurt dog, considering all of the body language and the hellish gibberish that comes out of his mouth.
Ange slowly holds out a hand. It glows golden. ]
I'm going to see what's wrong with you. [ Maybe she can, she thinks, if only she could get closer to him without risking him skittering away once more. She's not too sure if he's got another chase like that in her. ] So don't move away.
[ The girl does take a step closer. Slowly. Maybe in a way that's almost comical to do with a being that's currently curled up and whimpering on the floor, but Ange knows damn well how dangerous demons can be. And while she usually trusts Paimon to not do that sort of thing with her.. who knows what he's capable of if this awful place did mess with the poor demon's mind. ]
If you do move away, I'll have to bind you. [ Ange is thanking everything up there right now for her ability to convincingly bullshit. Not that she couldn't bind him, but Ange knows that it's going to be so much more of a difficult process than she's making it sound like right now. It's going to be an outright pain in the ass, and she knows it. And yet she manages to make it sound like it'd be nothing to her. ] We don't want that.
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But she's still poor enough at this magic that she definitely overshoots her own flight a little, only managing to turn back to normal once she's on the other side of him, ahead of him in the direction he was running off to before he finally stopped.
Ange is breathing a little harder than a moment before when she's finally back in human form, but she keeps staring at Paimon. Frowning, trying to think of what to do here as she watches the demon in Peter's body whimper like a hurt dog.
.. a really, really freaky hurt dog, considering all of the body language and the hellish gibberish that comes out of his mouth.
Ange slowly holds out a hand. It glows golden. ]
I'm going to see what's wrong with you. [ Maybe she can, she thinks, if only she could get closer to him without risking him skittering away once more. She's not too sure if he's got another chase like that in her. ] So don't move away.
[ The girl does take a step closer. Slowly. Maybe in a way that's almost comical to do with a being that's currently curled up and whimpering on the floor, but Ange knows damn well how dangerous demons can be. And while she usually trusts Paimon to not do that sort of thing with her.. who knows what he's capable of if this awful place did mess with the poor demon's mind. ]
If you do move away, I'll have to bind you. [ Ange is thanking everything up there right now for her ability to convincingly bullshit. Not that she couldn't bind him, but Ange knows that it's going to be so much more of a difficult process than she's making it sound like right now. It's going to be an outright pain in the ass, and she knows it. And yet she manages to make it sound like it'd be nothing to her. ] We don't want that.