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[improvident]

Consider this triangle Very Disappointed™.

The swirling mist continues to swirl ominously around the borders of the summoning circle, as if testing the limits of the spellwork. Not too shabby, actually, although there are a few fine points that could be tidied up. Bill excuses them, because Dipper Pines certainly isn't a warlock and he won't be any time soon - he does have the look of an insomniac, however, which is expected at this point.

Dark bags are his eye's fashionable accessories as he settles on the outskirts of the lines, watching the cloud. For shits and giggles Bill changes colors, gray to pale pink, pale pink to navy blue.

"W͡H̛A̡T̀ ͝K̡I̢ND̶ ͜O͏F̶ ͢ÍN҉FO̷R̡M̀ATION?"

[lowvi]

"I want to learn more about a symbol." He places an image on the ground between himself and the circles. It's been found branded onto several corpses now, and none of his research has been able to pinpoint what it might be. Even the human friends he's called in favors with are stumped. And it's the only major lead he has right now.

But he doesn't want to tell the demon all of that. He doesn't want to give the demon anymore than he has to. Call him paranoid, but he's been burned before. This might not be Bill, but it isn't trustworthy either.

[improvident]

The circle he's in does little to keep him from scooping a few thoughts off the top of Dipper's head to assess the status of this timeline. Murders. Symbols branded or carved into the victims. Another demon, an old demon, almost older than he is. The cloud swirls thoughtfully, as thoughtful clouds are wont to do, and flashes yellow for a moment before changing to a much more sedate, rich green, not unlike the flora one finds in the Pacific Northwest.

"TH͘E̸ SIGI̶L ̵O͜F T͏HE ̷GAT͝E̢W͝AY.

I̷T ̸IS͢ M̢A͠D́E̢ UP O͠F T́HR͜E̵E ŚY͟MB̕ÒLS̵:̛ ̧T̢H̴E P̀E͏N̛TACLE͢.͡ ̛T͠H͜E ̶E͞L͝DÈR̢ ͏SIG͟N͡.̀ TH̴E ͏B̸A͟N͟DAR.̀"

For each symbol listed, the cloud changes shape to depict them, first, second, and third.

"DO͠ Y͏ÓU҉ ̧P̀L̵AN͡ ̵T̵O͠ S͠U͘M͜M̡ON A̛N EL̡DRI̛T̨CH G͢OD?"

[lowvi]

"What? No!" Dipper cringes inwardly and tries to cover hastily. "I mean, I'm asking the questions here." He doesn't want to give the demon any more information than he has to. He knows better than to trust the thing. Whatever it is. Though so far it's proved helpful. Sigil of the Gateway, and the fact that it's three symbols in one, it's the first good lead he's had in a long time.

"So... that's what it would be used for? Summoning an eldritch god?"

Because that... sounds like something he needs to stop.

[improvident]

I'm asking the questions here. It's cute, almost exquisitely so, the instantaneous, horrified defense that Pine Tree mounts. As always, he douses himself himself in kerosene before offering the matchbox to the nearest pyromaniac.

"T͢HE͞ ͘OLD̷ G͏ODS̸.͝ ̶T͝H͢E ҉D̶A̛R͞K ͠ĢODS̛.
Y̷O͘G-ŚOTH͟O͞TH҉ ̧AND̵ ̨SH̡U̡B҉-NI҉GGURATH. ̢T͘HE ͜ANC̵I͟ĘNT̛ B̵EASTS̨ ̢OF͝ L̢ORE.

T̢H̕ER̸E̕ ͠ĄR̡E͘ MAN̶Y D͘EI͘TI̴ES̀ ͠T͡HA̕T CAN B̨E̛ ͠SÚM̢MOǸED TH͞R̛OUG͘H͡ TH̢E R̨IFT ̡C̶REATED̢ BY T͝H̴E S̢I҉G̸I͡L̶ ̛ǪF҉ ͠T͞H̵E͟ G͡A͞TE̡WAÝ."

Although Pine tree should be grateful it's not fucking Cthulhu, the ultimate drama queen.

[lowvi]

Dipper pulls out a pen and notepad and starts jotting things down. "Yog-Sothoth... Shub-nig-- uh," he glances back up at the mysterious demon. "How many g's is that?"

It doesn't really matter, probably, but focusing on the details can help prepare him to process the absolutely terrifying bigger picture. Someone is trying to summon an elder god in his city. And it's entirely up to Dipper to stop it.

[improvident]

"T̴W͟O͏.́ ͜AN̴D ̛DO ͞NOT L͜OO͘K͝ ̷UPO̸N ̧H̸ER̶ W͘I̕TH͝ RE̵VUL̸S̴I̢ON, SHE͘ I̶S V̢EŔY ̛SENS̷ITI̵V͘Ę ̷A̢B͜O̵U̡Ţ H͘E̴R ̵A͏P̛P̸EA̧ŖA͏ŅC̴E̛."

It's starting to get difficult to keep up the act, the inane servant supplying his master with important facts from beyond the veil, recommendations as to how one should act around them - Hell, with Pine Tree's experience levels he's likely to get himself eaten alive by an Elder God whose only crime was being summoned to do someone's dirty work.

That's how it always goes, though, doesn't it? Humans getting themselves into damned pickles, wanting to foist the blame on somebody else. If Ifrits could sue, Bill would bet money they damn well would.

[lowvi]

Dipper grimaces, finishing his note taking before looking up with a slight frown. "Is she... more revulsive looking than your average eldritch god?"

Dipper has all sorts of strange and horrible mental images going through his head now, most including tentacles, but Bill will probably be happy to note that he does momentarily imagine her as triangular. But he's aware enough that he realizes that's not really revulsive looking to most people. Not everyone has his triangle-trauma, after all.

Good thing that's entirely over with forever, right?

[improvident]

"ŅO,͠ BÚT ̢SH̴E ̢IŚ TWIC͡E ̢AS HU̷N̛G̷RY̷."

The understatement of the century, that one - Shub-Niggurath is always bringing along an appetite for human flesh. It wouldn't be concerning for any other meatsack, but Bill knows Dipper, and Dipper isn't exactly the posterchild for patience or precaution.

"..͡.Y̷O͟U͞ CAN̶NOT̕ ͏S̴TOP ͏T͜HEḾ. NǪT̶ ͘AL̕ONE̡."

[lowvi]

Dipper rolls his eyes. Ah, here it is. Good thing he has some experience dealing with demons. "Oh, right, let me guess, this is where you offer some kind of really generous deal where you help me and in exchange you get, oh, I don't know, a puppet?"

There are some sort of mistakes you really only need to make once before you realize they're a terrible idea. Letting a demon get control of your body was one of them. Dipper shakes his head. "No thanks. I'll figure something out."

[improvident]

"ŅO̵ PU҉P̸P̷E͢T́S͏."

He states plainly, and means it. It wouldn't be so easy with Pine Tree, who nurses grudges as an alcoholic cop would nurse a bottle of whiskey. No, he has to need Bill, and he does - he just doesn't know it yet.

"THE͜R̴E I̷S ͠A M͜EAŅS OF S̡UM̢MONI̕NG͜ ̧FÒR ͜HE͠LP I͢N҉ ͏A͡ T͡I͢M͏È ͘OF NEE̴D̴, WH͝E͟N͟ ̷Y͢OU҉ RE̛Q̡UÌR̷E͜ P̛O͝WE͏R͞ TƠ F͘I̷G̢HT AN͝D D͘EF͝ȨND̕. ͘THE͢ ̷CI҉R͡C̡L͘E̕S͘ ͟B͟IND THE͟ ES͟S͡ĘNCE҉, ̸AS͝ ̨Y̡OU͏ K̴N̢OW͠.͢ BI̧ND ̴A̢N E̛S̸S̢ENCÈ ͠TO ͝YÓUR͝ W̸I͠ĹL AN͞D̸ LE͏SŚE̵R ̧D͞JIN͘N ́LIKÉ MYS̀E̕L͘F AR̛E̡ ̛C̶OM̷P͜EL̵LE̶D ҉TO ́OBE̴Y̛."

More or less.

[lowvi]

Dipper frowns, inching closer to the circle in spite of himself. Of course he could use a little more power, especially if he is up against Eldritch gods, but he has learned enough to take what demons say with a grain of salt.

"What's in it for you?"

Since he really doubts even a lesser djinn would give him this information for free if they didn't have damn good reason to want to be bound to his will.

[improvident]

Hoo boy. Here come the questions. Pine Tree might be dumb, but he's not a complete idiot (this can make things simultaneously thrilling and irritating, in equal measure). The cloud appears to contemplate this query for a long moment, a moment that Bill foresaw in one of the many timelines wherein he is summoned by another name.

T̕H̵ERE̢ A̕R̸E R͝A͠N͟KS͝ ͢OF̀ ̶D̢J̢I̶ŅN, ͟A͏Ş ̨T̷HE̛RE͠ A͘R͢E H͜I̵E͡RA̷R̨CHI̛ES̷ ̢OF̛ P͟E͠ǪP͠LE.
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W̡E AĆHI̸EV̢E͡ ͝FURT͟HE͜R ENLI̧G͜H͡TEN͢M͟ENT̵ ͞AN͟D GR͜E͡AT͜ER͘ C̡LOUT͡ ͝T͜HR͏O͡U͜GH͟ ́O͏ÙR̢ D̷ÉA̛LINGS͘ W̶I͟T̴H̶ HU̴M̸AN͏I̸TY.

More or less, it looks good on one's rèsumé.

[lowvi]

"...so what, you'd do it for the experience? You're saying that this would be the djinn equivalent of an unpaid internship?" That sounds fishy to Dipper. Maybe not all otherworldly beings are the same, but Bill sure wouldn't do things just for the experience. It makes him paranoid, which probably is a good way to be when dealing with demons. There are some mistakes you just don't need to make more than once.