Neptis

Ironhand 10405, The Hissing Lobster

It was after midnight in the Inn, and Eigengrau was finishing up another research paper on temporal metaphysics. She wasn't exactly sure why she kept writing them, as they all contained knowledge far too dangerous for anybody except another God to read, and nobody else was interested. Still, it was calming in a way. Her thoughts were interrupted by Neptis.

"Hey Eigen!" Neptis shouted from the lounge chair she was sitting in. "What are you writing? Another love letter to Vaust?"

"Hardly." Eigengrau flatly replied. "This is merely a theory I have been developing regarding the concept of-"

"So nerd shit." Neptis said, cutting Eigengrau off and jumping up. "Lemme see it!"

Eigengrau didn't see it, but Neptis's demand caused Vordea to look up from doodling on the table. She didn't see Vordea's tentacles twitch slightly in excitement either, as she was too busy keeping the papers away from Neptis.

"You will not understand this. Why do you want to read them so badly?"

"That's what you think! Now gimmie!" Neptis shouted, grabbing the papers straight out of Eigengrau's hands.

The moment Neptis's eyes hit the title and abstract, her eyes and tone hardened.

"Pen." Neptis said, her voice hard as stone.

"What?" Eigengrau asked. This was interesting, and not within usual parameters for Neptis at all.

"I said pen!" Neptis shouted, and one appeared in her hand, as if the universe decided it didn't want to make her angry.