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Ambulatory inside the house the Wen had the stooped posture of a gorilla but one made of silver powder painted ferroplasm and glass. It didn't have a head so much as it had a large glass bowl between two shoulder blades that were more likely bent doors than head guards. Other doors were wrapped around its legs and back in far more distant resemblance than the ones astride is shoulder though a handle or two could still be seen. Inside the glass bowl that the curved cage of transformed ferroplasm the rear panel protected were running bits of an engine somehow still active though the orientation of the v8 engine didn't make a whole lot of sense at present. The serpentine belt was more labyrinthine as much as the motes feigning rubber curved in and out of the engine. The squeaking in its "voice" likely made at such a belt though Crane likely the only one the array of car noises made any sense to.

It knuckled over to Rick the glassed-in headmotor passed items to consume vanishing through glass like it were a mere bubble with momentary rainbow-swirls of rippling polarization changes. The gems got spat through the back glass along the Wen's the sides. A good deal of tubing and compression vessels were underneath it. Therein discarded ephemeral energies are sorted and compressed into coherent structures. The Wen only required material nothing needed of impure energies contained within most things. Therein lie the random if stable natures of its beautiful 'exhaust'.

The language among the chirping noises was far more erudite than it sounded attached to a goddess as it was. Though the Wen hadn't a strong 'personality' as yet its 'voice' now more resembles a Jinhai's candor. Though its disjointed assessment is somehow squeezed through the sensibilities and intonation of a car console, ((All time zone changes uniform to metaphysical flow-rate of Genesis. Query inadequately contextualized. Locale set to Myrkul Local Time. Cannot express memories existing inside negative intervals. I like carburetors.))