Deities and Priestesses Of Old [Hyper]

Tucker laughed softly, "That must be quite troublesome for you then, is it?" he said, momentarily glancing at Tamara who was now looking at him. He could read the expression on her face that looked a little something like 'you're making fun of me aren't you?' It wasn't too far from that. Tucker somehow liked playing hide and seek with her that she could never really track him down considering for the two of them, he moves across countries.

"I'll probably need my other spell book so I might not be able to return you medallion but I might be able to give it back tomorrow afternoon at the earliest," he said, gently laying the the medallion next to he spell book he'd been reading earlier.

“Well…hum, there is this tiny little thing-”. “Oh come on! The Mirror Curse, you know how to get rid of the fucking thing?!”

Both Tucker and Tamara were surprised at the sudden interruption but it never showed on Tucker's face. Tamara, on the other hand: her eyes widened both with shock, astonishment, and a little bit of fear as Coatzin's counterpart revealed itself in the mirror.

"I see we had another guest," Tucker said calmly, turning his attention to the mirror where he'd heard the voice ring from, "No wonder I could feel a presence," he added, greeting Mikistli. His gaze flickered to Tamara whom he'd noticed she was shaking her head side to side. Tucker took it as her not knowing about this.

Tucker picked up the mirror on his desk, holding the mirror in front of him, completely unfazed by the glare she was giving them. "A Mirror Curse, is it?" he echoed as he made his way to the other side of his desk where the other two were. He made a quick gesture over the mirror and similar invocation circles appeared for a moment, which then vanished after only a couple of seconds.

"I have no qualms about unlocking spells but lifting curses isn't really something I do often." He's read it somewhere, about the alter egos of Quetzlcoats but he'd never think he'd meet both in one setting. "I'm not really saying I can't but... there are things I don't pry into unless something good comes out of it. Mostly for me." Just as Mikistli was straightforward about her goal, Tucker made it clear he was just so with his motives.

Tamara was just sitting there, having mixed feelings of surprise and horror. Did he just turn her down??

Tucker was just about to make a retort from Mikistli's threat when Tamara abruptly stood up, the suddeness making the chair behind her topple back. Along with it was another burning talisman at her mouth. A frown made its way to Tucker's face but only for a second. "Tamara, what have I told you about the talismans--"

"Father, you can't do this!" Tamara interruped. Though her mouth didn't move, her voice run in the room as if she had spoken. Her eyes spoke a lot, it was a mix of anger and frustration; and a part of it was begging Tucker to simply work with the alter-ego. Not out of fear, but simply a will to fulfill Mikistli's order.

I-I"m sorry for this, Mr. Tucker! Mikistli can be a bit...too violent and rude from time to time. You see, she has been stuck inside the mirror world during the days since we were born, only able to come out at night, and that makes her a bit too irritable."

Tucker raised a hand slightly, telling Coatzin that it was alright. "I'll handle this, Coatzin. Tamara, behave yourself," he said, noding to each as he spoke to them. He turned back to Mikistli, redirecting her threat towards Tamara.

In all honesty, Tucker wouldn't have really cared what he'd to to her. Tamara could always bounce back. If Mikistile should dare try harming her, Tamara could never permanently die. But of course, that would be such a hassle to deal with. Finding a container was hard enough but to make sure Tamara would stay alive, he'd have to... keep her around. He'd rather not deal with that again.

"Father, please; just give her what she wants--"

Tucker raised a hand to silence her. "Tamara, I told you to be quiet," he spoke coldly. Tamara instinctively hid behind Coatzin's wing. Tucker then turned his gaze back to the mirror he was holding. "Mikistli, is it? I don't really respond well to threats. I don't work that way. Especially once you direct it towards my prized pupil." Tucker's voice was firm, and his face showed no emotion.

"I would have complied, really; A few answers would have sufficed for us to settle this but you're making me think twice."

"Father, if you would just-" Tamara would have continued but the look Tucker gave her was enough to keep her back.

Seeing Coatzin's more amiable demeanor, Tucker's hardened gaze softened just a bit to match the smile he gave her. He could still hear Mikistli, obviously still angry about his response from earlier but Tucker wasn't really joking. He didn't like being forced to do things against his will; he was more likely to not cooperate.

"It's nothing immediate," Tucker said, turning his gaze back to the mirror. Tamara seemed to have silenced herself but if Coatzin even looked at her, she'd be able to notice that she was only waiting--if Tucker says anything against either of them, she had some words.

"Basically, I might ask you questions about your origin every now and then--Ah, don't worry, I won't make them too personal. That's really all there is to it. What did you expect?"