After thanking Cabot for the introduction, Garro gave a little nod and listened to their exchange with his usual grin. "Well, hey. Pleasure to meet you, and all that. We're kind of allergic to pleasure, but that's part of the therapy, I guess."
Icetales stared at Garro for a few seconds, before smirking with mirth.
“Allergy to pleasure? Heh. I am confident that ‘Father’ sympathizes with thee.” He shrugged.
“Assuming he is aware of what sympathy is, this is it.”
Cabot smiled. "Would you two like to join us for truth or dare? We might as well have some fun while you're here Icetales, and I'm sure the others will be back soon anyway!"
Dark Cabot let out a sigh. A game that kids played at school was probably the last thing he was in the mood for right now, yet at the same time he didn't feel like going off on us own yet again.
"I guess."
Icetales tilted his head. Truth or Dare? Huh, that did not sound like a bad idea. He could wait for the others to return, then arrange for the retrieval from Diyem. The last thing he wanted was to concern the living comrades, and he needed to get as much information as he could.
After contemplating for a few seconds, he nodded.
“I do not mind that. Howbeit, I am not sure if ‘Father’ would agree. He has a unique… concept of fun, you see.”
Speaking of Magnificent…
"What part of Icetales... do you represent?" Cynthian asked with narrowed eyes, then she softened her expression. "Is it the fear of being seen as a monster? That's okay, because I don't think you're one, even if you say you are."
Magnificent froze, the mane and tails sputtering some spectral embers. He seemed conflicted about something, and dug his claws into the floor.
“…We are a monster. My Daemon half — myself — does not lie. It is just that he refuses to admit it. We want to be a true ‘mon and to know what we really are, damn it!”
The flames intensified in strength and fervor, taking a purplish shade. Even his voice changed, resembling more a mix between Magnificent’s original voice and Icetales’s.
“Thou can believe whatever thou desire, but we are marred! We are fragmented! We are a freaky jigsaw! We… I…”
He gnashed his fangs and his eyes glowed even more brightly.
“I do not want to look or behave like that… that beast that gave us so much grief! Neither does that foolish lad! But he sees me that way! He seems me as something that must be expunged, not as… as…”
By then, the duo had reached the others. Icetales glanced in their direction, his tails twitching. The Shadow felt the rage surging once more, then he smirked deviously.
“Foolish lad! Think fast!”
Then, the Shadow sent Cynthian flying forward with one of his tails, and Icetales gasped in alarm.
“Miss Cynthian!” yelled the black Ninetales, before bolting forward and catching her on the mane of his head. His tails quivered, both in relief for being fast enough and in concern.
“A-art thou swell?”
Icetales shot an unamused glare at the Shadow, who merely cackled as he walked toward Garro.
"And hey, short, dark and handsome, Diyem feels the same way a lot of the time. Fallen eldritch abominations have to stick together, yaknow?"
The Shadow wondered how the Gengar heard what he was talking about, but smirked nonetheless. That was probably a feeling that dark creatures had in common.
“Ah, well, it is good to hear that there is someone who understands Daemons and their plight.” He sat on his haunches, wagging his red tails.
“Staying around ‘mons for too long can be aggravating, especially when they do not understand thee nor give thee a chance.”