The mimic currently is at the state that it resembles a brutalized corpse more than anything alive. The parts that are there at all are very patchwork, bits and pieces here and there. What I’m planning on doing is getting dozens of points of contact complete to function as a sort of framework for putting in whole systems, and then filling in all of the points of contact for those systems as I build them. I have no doubt that there is a more efficient method, but I don’t know it yet. Assuming I had access to unlimited mana the first method I tried, building from the ground up, would have easily been the best method, but unfortunately, it isn’t.

It was to the scene of me working over what was, at first glance, a heavily destroyed body that Tiddol found me when she returned. The horrified look on her face was hilarious. Luckily it didn’t take much for her to realize what was going on, at which point she complimented me on my progress so far.

Mest had a different reaction, namely confusion. When he found me a couple minutes later I was running a couple tests and had the mimic walking around, the demon mage thought I had been practicing necromancy for an instant. Though he covered it up by saying he was thinking about necromancy when he stumbled upon me.

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Thes just chose to watch for a while. He had a gaze of what I can only describe as longing in his eyes, not directed at me, not exactly, and certainly not directed at the mimic. I didn’t particularly mind his presence, he can be good company even if he’s quiet and a little broody. Is that even a word? Doesn’t matter, if it wasn’t before it is now.

Over dinner, we all met up and talked about our recent exploits. There were some interesting stories that the three of them brought back from the city, my personal favorite being Tiddol setting a town guard up with a barmaid, and them really hitting it off.

In turn, I explained to them the process of creating the Mimic, which went over everyone’s heads, except Mest’s. Though when I mentioned the name I had for it Tiddol quickly corrected me. I had no idea Mimics were actually a thing, apparently a type of shapeshifting monster that uses ambush tactics to kill prey. I’ll have to come up with another name tomorrow.

Maybe one or two of Par’s Goblins could evolve into Mimics? It is theoretically possible, if incredibly unlikely, maybe over the course of several generations, each one taking a step towards becoming a mimic?

Anyway, Good Night Diary.