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[March]

"Old world..."
"It seems you know many things, beast-who-speaks. Do you know, per-chance, what I am?"
(Lets see...) you hear the sounds of papers shuffling (this area code is from adventurers but this extension...) more paper shuffling (I'm going to have to put you on the line with my manager, do you mind if I put you on hold?)

[Superdorf]

"Not in the least." (We'd grin if we had a mouth to grin with.)

[March]

"Not in the least." You grin.
The sound of repetitive calming music plays through the phone... until the sound of someone else come through

(Hello adventurer, my employee here tells me you are looking for self information, I'm John and I'll be happy to help you with any information I'm allowed to give you today miss)

[Superdorf]

"You are a-nother voice of the beast?"
"Very well. First I must ask: why do you folk call me "madam" and "miss"? I do not know my-self to be any such thing..."

[March]

"You are a-nother voice of the beast?" you ask
(yes)
"Very well. First I must ask: why do you folk call me "madam" and "miss"? I do not know my-self to be any such thing..." you ask
(Your dial extension is for woman or other) sound of ruffling paper (though your file does list you as 'does not apply', if this genderifaction is not to your liking I can make a note here for you)

[Superdorf]

"'Does not apply'... ha, that sounds right. Call me what you wish-- I was but won-dering. It is of no im-port."
"No, what I must know is this: what is my kind? Tell me that, if you may."

[March]

"'Does not apply'... ha, that sounds right. Call me what you wish-- I was but won-dering. It is of no im-port." you say
(ok ma'am)
"No, what I must know is this: what is my kind? Tell me that, if you may." you ask
(Says here you are a sentient pygmy mimic on the larger size on tiny, will you need anything else today?)

[Superdorf]

(I stared at those words for a good five seconds. I think my jaw dropped a little... then I started snickering. Well played, sirrah. )
"Sen-tient... pyg-my... mimic."
"What, pray tell, is a sen-tient... pyg-my... mimic?"

[March]

"Sen-tient... pyg-my... mimic." you parrot
"What, pray tell, is a sen-tient... pyg-my... mimic?" you ask
Rustling papers sounds (bestiary says its a tiny sized amorphous monstrosity, a shapechanger able to take the form of objects of tiny to small proportion, able to infiltrate and control any sized physical being as long as it has a discrete brain and is not acid immune, as well as magicly merge with up to medium sized objects to assist its mimicry... says here also any infiltrated being is subject to having its brain and soul eaten, both so that the mimic can fit inside and assume the identity of said being)

[King Zultan]

"Do you know how I could retrieve my lost memories."

[March]

"Do you know how I could retrieve my lost memories." you ask
(Let's see, lost memories) lots of paper moving sounds
(you might try finding someone to cast greater restoration on you, or equally so with modify memory, or if you can get out to Hades you can drink from the Mnemosyne, or ask a being of significant power to restore them, or drinking a horn of healing potion maybe will do it, think that's it besides maybe wish spell)

[Superdorf]

"Wish spell... no, I would not ask that of witch-Makdt. A... restoration, per-haps..."
"In truth, I would be glad even for the know-ledge of one memory. Many names I have taken, but I bear none myself... what is my true name, voice-of-John?"

[March]

"Wish spell... no, I would not ask that of witch-Makdt. A... restoration, per-haps..." you say
"In truth, I would be glad even for the know-ledge of one memory. Many names I have taken, but I bear none myself... what is my true name, voice-of-John?" you ask
(Says here your given name is: Mostodnazush of the Esttilat lineage of the Udirsebïr family of mimics)

[Naturegirl1999]

"Thank you, John"

[March]

"Thank you, John" you say
(If that will be all I can help you with today ma'am?)