My Words | Your Words | My Thoughts
At the talk, the little mouse's eyes widened. He barely had time to pull his paws back from the wooden doll, before it moved of its own volition.. it didn't just move, it walked. He stole a glance over to Phelan, before focusing back on the man once more and the remarkable dolls taking up their places at his sides. Dolls, that could move, apparently of their own free will.. who knew what else they could do, if effectively taught what was needed. Could they learn how to use weapons, if given fingers.. could they learn to disguise themselves, to survive by themselves.. so many more questions came rushing into his head, so many more than he could even ask at that moment.. not that he would. Unfortunately, whoever this man was, he seemed a little bit.. less co-operative than he would have liked. All humans and human-like beings seemed to share that same trait, however.. they were all reluctant to do this and that, no matter what was thrown in their faces.
"Of course you don't have a reason to. I haven't given you a reason yet." Of course, there would be plenty more brought to the bargaining table now. He didn't just want one for himself, he wanted to know everything. "Let me introduce myself. Cyq. The reason I want one, is because I have a lot of work to do. These things, dolls, whatever you want to call them, can help. All I need, is a 'helper'." That was the reason that the mouse wanted one.. but of course, why should he find it interesting? He wasn't the one who was trying to bargain himself into gaining a powerful artifact such as these. "The reason that you want to make one for me, is that I can help you. You have an end-goal, don't you? Something to work towards, something you want.. everyone has one. I have one, although I doubt you're interested in that." The mouse was leaning closer now, enough that most of his weight rested entirely on the stick that wavered between his paws.
"I want to make a deal with you. If you make me a doll, I'll find something I have to repay you. Money, resources.. I'm sure we can work something out. And, if you don't want to make one for me.. then tell me how I can make my own." The smile that came to his lips might have been a little unsettling for some, considering that it was far too wide to be reached with a regular human mouth - even a mouse would probably have some trouble. Unlike them, the mouse's clay had little restriction, and spread well into his cheek-bones at the mere thought of what he could do, given the power to create these not-so-little minion dolls to do his bidding.. help him create Legacies, cut down large animals for his experimentation. "Or both. It's your choice, really. But I want one of those dolls.. I want to know this magic, that you know so well. Tell me what you want for it." Those last words were a little more forceful, but still practically dripping with the sickly hunny in his tone.
Almost as an off-hand note, he spun around and glared at Phelan for a few long moments. He shouldn't really take his anger at the situation out on the poor wolf-boy-thing, but this was a potentially huge deal that he was about to strike. "What do you need? he hissed softly, completely ignoring the question the boy had asked only moments prior, along with the response - if there even was any. He didn't know, it didn't concern him and he didn't care what purpose they had, if they had any at all. As long as the dolls did what he told them to, there'd be nothing else to worry about.
And to actually just walk away like that, I did not see that coming. As for Cyq, I simply like the obsession for whatever piques his interest and the way he’ll do his utmost best to reach his goals, either by negotiating or other means. 
