[If not for the fact that he can't place anyone who'd put a tariff on him, Solomon would assume Takasugi was referencing him as the monster in need of caring -- something like that. He'll squint across the distance between himself and his company, unamused by his response regardless.]
You would fare better against the beast.
[The beast who doesn't seem anymore endeared to their company than it did mere seconds ago. It's sliding its way ever-closer, mouth ajar -- they always look as if they're in the midst of trying to concentrate on something much to difficult to comprehend. Barring the creepy multiple rows of jagged teeth and a gaping maw that looks unending in blackness.
It's all rather redundant to him, a familiar face, not unlike the human sort some distance away.
The animal's front claws, he supposes, are meant to work in a way that lures prey toward itself -- specifically its pronged aperture. He wouldn't know, as he's yet to be forcibly invited so close.
He's so ass chafed about Takasugi coming up on him, he's negligent heeding the third member of their party -- or the up and coming antagonist? It's hard to tell who's playing what role. Point in case, the XL centipede monster successfully lands a cheap shot, spearing him through the gut with very little difficulty. It enters somewhere at his lower back, exits through his front. The claw isn't so pointed that it's without bearing some of his insides -- reds, scrambled muscle.
How, first of all: embarrassing. Second: painful. It all occurs with the necessary sound effects -- nothing overly histrionic. He doesn't appear to be dying as much as he's pissed.
Gonna leave it at that cus I wrote a lot of stuff happening for no reason.]
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You would fare better against the beast.
[The beast who doesn't seem anymore endeared to their company than it did mere seconds ago. It's sliding its way ever-closer, mouth ajar -- they always look as if they're in the midst of trying to concentrate on something much to difficult to comprehend. Barring the creepy multiple rows of jagged teeth and a gaping maw that looks unending in blackness.
It's all rather redundant to him, a familiar face, not unlike the human sort some distance away.
The animal's front claws, he supposes, are meant to work in a way that lures prey toward itself -- specifically its pronged aperture. He wouldn't know, as he's yet to be forcibly invited so close.
Until now.
He's so ass chafed about Takasugi coming up on him, he's negligent heeding the third member of their party -- or the up and coming antagonist? It's hard to tell who's playing what role. Point in case, the XL centipede monster successfully lands a cheap shot, spearing him through the gut with very little difficulty. It enters somewhere at his lower back, exits through his front. The claw isn't so pointed that it's without bearing some of his insides -- reds, scrambled muscle.
How, first of all: embarrassing. Second: painful. It all occurs with the necessary sound effects -- nothing overly histrionic. He doesn't appear to be dying as much as he's pissed.
Gonna leave it at that cus I wrote a lot of stuff happening for no reason.]