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finalflight2019-12-04 02:56 pm
rubblerouser) wrote in finalflight2019-12-04 02:56 pm
[ Yachiyo gets hauled back before she can even properly react, blinking before she whips her head back around to the front where the spider is angrily making stabbing gestures with its front two legs. ]
If we can pin it down, it should be simple enough to finish off. Do you think you can hold its attention for a minute?
[ A bit of green saliva shimmers off the end of one fang, and Yachiyo amends-- ]
Without getting bitten.
If we can pin it down, it should be simple enough to finish off. Do you think you can hold its attention for a minute?
[ A bit of green saliva shimmers off the end of one fang, and Yachiyo amends-- ]
Without getting bitten.
[“If we can pin it down”, she says, like it should be such a simple task. Can she not see the size of that thing? Erik wrinkles his brow in obvious disapproval — not necessarily at the plan, but at the jabbing forelegs, the glisten of green on a pair of fangs.
Erik lets go of her arm, grabbing for his second dagger. He feels a little like a kitten baring its front claws at a lion, but at least he’s a scrappy kitten.]
I guess so?! [Is there much choice in the matter? He’ll do his best not to get bitten. Or eaten.] What do you plan on doing?!
Erik lets go of her arm, grabbing for his second dagger. He feels a little like a kitten baring its front claws at a lion, but at least he’s a scrappy kitten.]
I guess so?! [Is there much choice in the matter? He’ll do his best not to get bitten. Or eaten.] What do you plan on doing?!
Pinning it down.
[ Yachiyo seems almost too calm in the face of a spider that very clearly wants them for a snack, but she wasn't joking about having done this for seven years. And reigning in the more excited fighting partners, for that matter. ]
But in order to do that, I can't let it see what I'm doing, and I'll need to aim for above it.
[ What... little space there is, granted, this sucker's monstrous in all meanings of the word. ]
[ Yachiyo seems almost too calm in the face of a spider that very clearly wants them for a snack, but she wasn't joking about having done this for seven years. And reigning in the more excited fighting partners, for that matter. ]
But in order to do that, I can't let it see what I'm doing, and I'll need to aim for above it.
[ What... little space there is, granted, this sucker's monstrous in all meanings of the word. ]
Edited 2020-03-26 22:25 (UTC)
[Sometimes, for a thief, it’s safer to sleep outside of the castle city walls. A tall, curving hill that overlooks a patch of cool lake water below, with a perfectly placed tree to nap under, is sometimes better than a warm bed in an inn where someone might recognize your face.
It’s what he tells himself, anyway, before he drifts off to sleep.
He dreams about his sister, Mia; the day-to-day mundane things, running jobs for the vikings, getting yelled at by the vikings, getting yelled at by Mia. He dreams about her scolding laugh and the look on her face as her whole body was engulfed by that damnable golden magic. Her expression frozen into place for posterity, as though there was a chance he’d ever forget that moment.
It’s nothing new. Erik awakens from these dreams the same as always, somehow always a little more tired than the day before, always ready to shake it all off in the early dawn and set out to make another living with a pair of sticky fingers. But when the sun creeps up over the water this morning, something feels different. Off, like the world is at an invisible tilt that he can’t quite explain, but he can feel as prominently as anything. Lights flicker strangely in the horizon’s distance, as though warped into kaleidoscopic fragments, and Erik sits up a little straighter, rubbing at his eyes.]
What the hell’s going on?
It’s what he tells himself, anyway, before he drifts off to sleep.
He dreams about his sister, Mia; the day-to-day mundane things, running jobs for the vikings, getting yelled at by the vikings, getting yelled at by Mia. He dreams about her scolding laugh and the look on her face as her whole body was engulfed by that damnable golden magic. Her expression frozen into place for posterity, as though there was a chance he’d ever forget that moment.
It’s nothing new. Erik awakens from these dreams the same as always, somehow always a little more tired than the day before, always ready to shake it all off in the early dawn and set out to make another living with a pair of sticky fingers. But when the sun creeps up over the water this morning, something feels different. Off, like the world is at an invisible tilt that he can’t quite explain, but he can feel as prominently as anything. Lights flicker strangely in the horizon’s distance, as though warped into kaleidoscopic fragments, and Erik sits up a little straighter, rubbing at his eyes.]
What the hell’s going on?
[ It's a valid question. The lights in the distance are twisting and dancing together at unnatural angles, unlike the gentle melding of hues in a twilight sky. Little puffs of what look to be dandelion fluff float by him, though if he listens closely, he can hear the puffs giggling gleefully in a maniacal sort of way.
Also, in the distance, the sound of an explosion.
Does he investigate? ]
Also, in the distance, the sound of an explosion.
Does he investigate? ]
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