Bilious light bathed the two men (we whisper this quietly, given the insult such an epithet would be considered by them). 

"You have outdone yourself 'Kan."

Kan turned to the horned figure at his side, a faint smile tugging at his cadaverous lips. He folded a pair of his arms, nodding. "Yes. Yes, I have, haven't I?"

The horned man rolled his eyes. "Modest as ever."

"Modesty is for fools." He gestured absently with a third arm. Muted screams bathed the air around them, causing both to smile. 

"So..."

Kan rolled what passed for his eyes now (…or at least went through the mental motions. For nostalgia's sake). "You want to know how long before we can take our new toy out and play with it?"

"What? We should waste all your hard work?"

Kan chuckled throatily. Turned sinuously to the side to accept the proffered goblet, its contents milky, frothing gently with an inner light. He glanced at his horned companion, eyebrow raised (he had retained these, so useful for communicating minutiae of displeasure). 

The horned man nodded, eyes sparkling, one hand stroking the feathered abomination on his shoulder. Its eyes smoked softly amidst the shadows it gathered about itself, twisting to preen feathers of ecliptic darkness.

A fresh scream, followed moments later by a second frothing goblet. Kan passed it over, tentacles rasping on the floor as he wove forward to swipe at a holo, reaching up throw a lever. In the tank, a fresh wave of inky luminescence briefly limned the eldritch terror slumbering within, its own tentacles twitching fitfully in the brackish murk.

"Patience Varj, our beauty will be ready to birth soon." 

Varj nodded, extending his goblet. Kan touched his to it, their eyes meeting knowingly over the rims. 

"Any word from our death whorshipping friends?"

Kan shook his head minutely. "Nothing new, but I feel certain it won't be long. Your ostracism by Vect and the others should stand you in good stead."

Varj nodded, tongue snaking out to play about too-long canines. "Good, good. Though it will be a shame in some ways, to have to abandon all..." he gestured absently towards the waiting wracks and their gimps "... this." 

Kan chuckled. "But for your soul?"

Varj pursed his lips. "You know, I'm not entirely certain I want the thing."

"Well, I can think of at least one other person who will take it off your hands."

"Don't even joke my friend."

Kan bowed, slinking back to pass his cup for a refill. "So, we have a little time to kill before tonight's games." He cast a sly glance Varj's way.

"We do indeed." It was the horned man's turn to raise an eyebrow. "I trust you have a diversion in mind."

Kan allowed his... eyes... to wander in the direction of the gimps. "I may have one or... two, ideas."

Varj grinned, gesturing his old friend to lead the way.