#I thought it'd be fun to answer in chatacter

[wolfgirlclit]

For the OC tech ask game: 2, 15

What you had taken to be an artistic recreation of the deity in this ancient temple, deep in the bowels in an abandoned structure in the mountains, chuckled at the questions murmured into the air.

The gemstones which hovered around the body, forming clothing made of shards of diamond and ruby and sapphire and lapis all tinkle as Iraetolin re-inhabits her old physical form to answer the questions which intrigued her.

"Our devices are an interesting blending of raw energy manipulation and physical machinery." An stretched obsidian limb forms above it a figure looking similar to the one made of obsidian and jewels, but fleshy for the most part. It's navy right arm unwinds itself in a myriad of threads, reforming and adjusting, shifting its shape before returning to normal. From its palm spreads a panel of light which both hands interface with.

"Our computers are more or less magically linked to our minds, which are used for storage as well, but unlike your internet, they are only connected when transmitting data between individuals. We haven't yet grown to need such a network. As far as what my lockscreen is... we don't have them, but if we required them..."

Another obsidian sculpture with pigment mapped onto it forms above her hand, for surely this can be none other than the Scorpion Mother, Iraetolin. This one shows the Mother, obsidian but managing to control and shift the more monstrous aspects of her appearance, with her arms around a femme elf of dark violet skin, long silver hair, and brilliant eyes, the pair of them hugging a smiling younger masc elven figure of a much lighter than the other too, yet still dark, bluish-purple skin, four pupils per eye, and curious markings. As the figures rotate above her palm, the younger man's back is revealed to have markings of a massive scorpion tattoo running down his back, the tail of the scorpion lifting away at the base of his spine, becoming a three dimensional stinger of floating obsidian which wraps around his waist like a belt. Also revealed is a much smaller child, about a third the age of the elder, clinging to his leg, with fingers which are disjointed floating bits of obsidian, as are their hands up to the wrist.

"An image of my beloved wife, our sons, and myself."