Morgan: I can take it off. Not that it proves I'm any more alien than anyone else.
-Morgan proceeds to take his helmet off-
-He looks like a human
◊, but with a weird visory thing
resting on his forehead-
-Morgan takes the plushie-
Morgan: They are.
Now tell me. Can a human do this?
-Morgan explodes into a mass of black tendrils that quickly compacts in onto itself. When the shroud clears... there's another plushie sitting on the ground, identical to the first-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Morgan: That's because I'm what humans call a Typhon.
-Morgan finally explodes back out into another mass of black tendrils-
-They quickly assume human shape, and Morgan returns to form, picking up the plushie and tossing it back to Kyo-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Morgan: Only one O.
The Typhon are a race of... well, really, I hestitate to use the term 'alien'. Really, you're the aliens. But my story's slightly complicated, so we'll call them aliens. For simplicity. We still don't understand much about us.
What we do know is that we're a race of aliens made of some unknown type of black substance that behaves as though it exists in all three states of matter at the same time, and we're capable of instinctual control over our own bodies. So we can use tendrils as weapons, or turn into plush toys.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-And then there's a bunny girl on Kyo's shoulder-
Momo: Who can't you see?
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