Private Mortals say the darndest things

While a majority of the time Index was in their large tunnel system running experiments and autopsies, every now and then Index could be caught slithering or crawling around the city. Index had no need for a large portion of amenities that the city had to offer, occasionally there was a useful tool up for sale that Index could use to further their research. These tools did need money to buy though so Index could also be caught selling the creatures they killed and experimented on to any shop willing to buy them off of the Eldritch.

Today was one such venture, selling a griffin like beast to one of the butcher shops of Manta Carlos. In one of Index’s many claws was a large pouch which held any money they had at the time. A purse or wallet was too troublesome to open and close with claws so a pouch was the best thing they could have. As they crossed the street and slithered onto the sidewalk on the other side however, the pouch knocked against the pavement and slipped out of Index’s grasp. Index was currently preoccupied thinking about other things so they had no idea that they dropped it and were about to leave without it.

@Mint

Index froze as someone tried to grab their attention. Who else’s attention would they try to be grabbing. Index turned to look at the stranger, two eyes focused on them while the other eight rapidly scanned the area as always. They certainly didn’t know whoever this person was already, they must not be important. “I did? Ah yes it appears that I did. I’m am grateful then for you bringing this to me.” One of Index’s many limbs reached out to grab the pouch, once they did it the pouch would move down the line of limbs until it reached one of the middle ones, resting in it’s grasp.

Index paused for a small moment to analyze Alby. “I am unique, I am Index, the keeper of knowledge. However everyone tends to group me into the ‘eldritch’ category.”. The Eldritch category was rather amusing to Index. It was a broad category where anything that wasn’t really understood was clumped into even if they weren’t related to any other species under the Eldritch category. Index also took note of Alby saying he was researching the supernatural, it was somewhat amusing for Index to thinking of how small Alby was probably thinking.

Index actually physically laughed at they. What kind of knowledge were they keeping? Such a predictable and adorable question from a mortal. “I am keeping all it. None of it can escape my web of collection. Does that answer your question?”

“Am I busy?” Sure, Index certainly was always busy. There was always something else to do but something about this mortal made him very interested in them. They had that look in their eye, a look that was filled with questions, the best kind of look. “I am not particularly busy at the moment, why do you ask?”