(@Quartz) Nyaru: You may as well say so. I'm here to look for my... nephew. ~note that Nyaru looks like 15-year-old teen, and having nephews at this age is peculiar, even though possible~
Hastur comes across Henry and Albert, waving to them.
(@Henry) Hastur: Hi again. If I remember correctly, you've been looking for my help?
(@Quartz) Nyaru: A little pesky no-good by the name of Hastur, The King In Yellow.
(@Henry) Hastur: Makes sense. I still have to think it over, though. These days kinda allergic to dealing with cults and Mythos creatures, y'kn- ~sneeze~ Oh man, it's either someone remembering me or one of those creatures is around here.
(@Albert;Henry) Hastur: Most of those with material forms are, and Henry's gun is enchanted, so we should be fine as long as we- ... Uncle?
And then Nyaru arrives along with Quartz.
(@Hastur) Nyaru: ~laughs as he looks at other folks assembled~ And you couldn't do better than gather this patchwork blanket of misfit advocates? You're still a disappointment.
(@Albert;Henry) Nyaru: I'm sorry, but your life has taken a wrong turn.
(@Albert) Nyaru: You're a couple of centuries late to say that as I purged your Earth with atomic fire, so you'd better mind your words.
(@Henry) Nyaru: Indeed. Lloigor are beings emergence of which I somehow regret. Your world could be destroyed in much more spectacular way.
(@Quartz) Nyaru: Yet still, even you can guess that nothing good can come out of your life as long as you continue roaming, as...
(@Nyaru) Hastur: Oh, shut the fuck up already, show-off. ~facepalms~

Quartz: Ah, yes, am still try improve shape, result is a bit far from aim of me at current moment >.>