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Its been raining for the past week in Nottingham so Will beams with gratitude when he finds a door to the Bar.

After a few moments, he is stretched out on a couch with hot chocolate, soup and his cloak drying by the fire as he feels dry for the first time in days.

(OOC: Mun is here, but might disappear to go play with nieces and family so consider this open until it falls off the page.)

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"That's true." Guppy says. "I'm listening, what is it you want to tell me?"

Wilbur sighs. "I'm . . . wal . . ."

He thinks a moment, then undoes the top buttons of his overcoat.

The skin of his chest is closer to alligator scales. Several tentacles peek out, as fascinated as the rest of him by the office.

Guppy thinks of another approach...

"Were you like this when you were alive?"

"Yeah." He sighs. "My Father es en Outer Gawd, yew see."

"An outer God?" Guppy confirms, struggling with the accent somewhat.

"Ayuh." Wilbur grins. "Yew've heard o' them?"

"I'm not sure." Guppy says. "Do you have any examples?"

"The Crawlin' Chaos. I heard thet he was here nawt tew long agew."

He grabs a pen and some paper and writes the word 'Nyarlathotep'.

"Best nawt tew name them, really."

"I don't think I know either of them." Guppy says.

"Can you describe your physiology?"

"My chest has alligater-like skin. Snake scales on my back. Lawts o' tintacles. Thin' sort o' like a cross between a tail an' en elephant's trunk. Um . . . furred legs, clawed feet--sort o' elephant skin thar--oh, an' I gawt eyes et my hips. They dun't work tew wal, though.

"As fer internal stuff, I dunno. I kin eat wit' thet trunk thin', an' my blood es sort o' yellow-green, but I have no clue es ter organs an' whatnawt."

"I can scan you if you want. I don't know how much it will pick up but it should make a record of you in your normal state."

"Sure."

(OOC: That's a good way of making the machine explode from pure confusion, but Wilbur doesn't know that.)

Guppy runs the scanner over him and looks at it.

"You're very interesting." is all he manages to comment with a small smile. "If you were injured I'm not sure I would know where to start though."

Wilbur shakes his head.

"I was afeared o' thet. My Father es a 13-dimensional entity, after awll, en I'm gettin' thar myself. I'll have ter use magic ef I git hurt."

"Well I promise I'd do my best." Guppy says. "But a healer might be better equipped. What was it that prompted Atton to send you to me?"

"I mentioned thet et might be good fer me ter dew this, en he suggested yew."

"Ah, ok then." Guppy smiles. "Atton and I are close, like brothers. Do you know if there are any books on people like you? Biology texts, medical texts, that sort of thing?"

"Wal, thar's some stuff en the Necronmicon, but I doubt et would halp much."

He closes his eyes. "By Their smell kin men sometimes know Them near, but o' Their semblance kin no man know, saving only en the features o' those They have begotten awn mankind; an' o' those are there many sorts, differing en likeness from man's truest eidolon tew thet shape without sight ur substance which es Them.

"Nawt much halp, es et?"

"Um, not really." Guppy says apologetically.

"I didn't think sew," Wilbur says good-naturedly.

"Yew probably want ter gew back ter yer friend, ayuh? I won't kip yew ef yew dew."

"Thanks, though if you think of anything or you need help, come back to me okay? I'll do what I can for you. In the meantime just try and stay in shape."

"I'd suggest yew look inter et, but I'm afraid I qualify en the 'Thin's Mankind Esn't Meant Ter Know' catagory, sew . . . ayuh. See yew."

Wilbur laughs and walks out.

Guppy smiles, wishing he could have done more, then heads back to Will.

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