Condunum wrote:Jacob pulled at the chains, trying to rip them off of his wrist or pull his wrist free. Either way, he clawed at them, yanked his arms to his side hard and all that other shit you would expect someone to do when they're panicking from the possibility of tentacle rape.
"FUCKING PLANTS," shouted Jacob, loud enough that he could probably be heard by Caspian where he was.
Tentacles? Oh, dear Jacob, wrong fetish.
BAA-RUMPH! the horn triumphed, far louder than before now that Jacob was practically next to it.
In a moment, he was at the feet of the animals' owner.
The man towered over arm, easily seven feet tall. His skin was as gray as the winter sky, his beard oil-black with veins of snow. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head, glowing with ethereal hate. His mouth was opened slightly, displaying a row of yellowed, shark-like teeth. He wore a breastplate only slight darker than his skin over a black undershirt and tights. A chain was wrapped across his left hip and right shoulder, a mighty horn carved from wood by hand in his left palm.
He also had very, very large antlers sticking out of the sides of his head.
He pat his horse affectionately, then attempted to stomp Jacob's skull in.
Esternial wrote:After being assaulted by a flock of owls, which he quickly dealt with by sending a couple of volts through their tiny bodies - producing the pleasant smell of chicken - Moriarty now faced a rabid dog.
"We're in need of some pest control around here" He observed, allowing the mercury to drip off his skin and form a puddle at his feet. As the animal charged, the heavy liquid acted almost on its own accord, forming a thick, flexible fist that flew towards the creature's head.
Moriarty still hadn't moved from his spot. Some rubble falling down from the ceiling was promptly dealt with by a long quicksilver arm.
The rache was thrown away, onto its side.
This only enraged it. It bit straight through the fist as if it were paper, then ducked underneath Moriarty and attempted to bite his testicles off.
Dogs are assholes.
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Nationstatelandsville wrote:Rosalind jumped onto Crowley, clinging to his neck like a child.
"
CROWLEY, THEY'RE SCREAMING!" she cried.
"Screaming?" White laughed.
"But they sound so
happy!" Black agreed.
"I think they enjoy it," White nodded.
"Maybe you would too, Lil?" Black offered.
"We can help," White said.
"We
will help," Black corrected.
"What do you mean?" Crowley asked sincerely.
"Check in her brain." one of the motorbikers advised, her voice sounding decidedly female.
The other one nodded, his voice that of a deep male's. "Indeed. We will meet again, Mr. Crowley. You may want Aziraphale to give you an update." he said. Then the motorbike started back up, another portal made and then it flew through, portal closing immediately.
Crowley was genuinely concerned over Rosalind, so he placed a hand on her head and sent his mind through into hers, entering her subconcious and seeing Black and White. "You two?" he asked, all four of them now sitting down around a round table.
"You sound..." White began.
"Disappointed," Black finished, "What's wrong with some old friends?"
"Enemies," White noted.
"Same thing after a long enough time," Black said.
"Crowley..." Rosalind whispered, scared out of her goddamn mind, grabbing onto Crowley's arm, "who are they?"
"Black!" White said.
"And White!" Black added, "But we don't like to bring race into these things."
"It's insensitive," White said.
Astrolinium wrote:Eric shook his head. "Music Ed. My husband, though," - he gestured at Parnell - "is."
Parnell smiled affably.
"Apollo," Hades observed with a nod, "Fine man."
A notice appeared in the displays of Eric and Parnell's helmets, akin to the eye-mails - "
P, you and I are going after target. E, stay with my body. Putting HAL in charge. Keep him from saying stpd shit."
"Parnell," D suddenly said, "Go fetch us coffee, will you?"
"Gin," Hades said.