05-31-2018, 01:52 AM
Beck was learning just how stubborn plants could be, despite the thriving foliage reclaiming their forest in a previous man-made wasteland already serving as a lesson. Audrey held fast, the only sign of motion being a subtle bob of its clamped leaves, or for lack of a better term, "head". Rows of fleshy spines aligned as zipper-like teeth seemed to smirk back at him, matching a mocking expression Beck himself was normally wearing. A feeble growl rattled in scratchy vocal chords, the poltergeist pulling one paw away from the bucket-pot to irritably rub at his eyes with the back of his shackled wrist. He was seeing things again, wasn't he? He thought he was doing better, or he thought he was trying to.
The samoyed's sudden arrival earned a violent flinch from the boy, bony shoulders jerking as if he expected an attacker to strike while he had been distracted. His paranoid stare glanced around wildly before noticing Morgan. Tensed apparition partially slackening, Beck gave a puff of stale air up towards his nose before his ears inclined forward to listen. "From the swamp," came the mumbled wheeze, Beck returning his attention to the fly trap as he continued out the side of his unscathed mouth, "This is Audrey III."
He was more than happy to relapse into silence, until three more familiar faces strolled up at the unexpected scene. Lantern-like eyes narrowed into an annoyed squint at the similar questions -- did he have to answer them again? It wasn't like it was their business to know everything he was doing, right? That was his job. Despite his agitation, the mangy feline remained expressionless, one arm shifting off the brick wall to restlessly swing over the side. "Like I said, this is Audrey," Beck grumbled back, his gaze never leaving the plant to greet them. He wasn't sure who exactly was around him now, their mingling scents enough to confuse his distracted nose, but based on their voices, he could assume it was Amunet and Killian, plus the heavy scent of burnt charcoal in the air informed him of Fenrisulfr's presence. "I saw 'em move, like, really move," the entity explained, although his hushed words seemed more like he was attempting to assure himself rather than relate his own experience. His unbroken staring match with Audrey inevitably paid off; a scraggly vine offered a faint, blink-and-you'll-miss-it twitch of its tapered end, a cheeky little wave to its growing audience. The gesture failed to go unnoticed by the alert poltergeist, immediately perking up with a victorious sneer and crowed out, "See? It moved!" A freezing paw accusingly pointed at the dangling vine, and he turned to the others with a pleading look, expecting them to deny the observation and confirm his fears.
[align=center]»――➤The samoyed's sudden arrival earned a violent flinch from the boy, bony shoulders jerking as if he expected an attacker to strike while he had been distracted. His paranoid stare glanced around wildly before noticing Morgan. Tensed apparition partially slackening, Beck gave a puff of stale air up towards his nose before his ears inclined forward to listen. "From the swamp," came the mumbled wheeze, Beck returning his attention to the fly trap as he continued out the side of his unscathed mouth, "This is Audrey III."
He was more than happy to relapse into silence, until three more familiar faces strolled up at the unexpected scene. Lantern-like eyes narrowed into an annoyed squint at the similar questions -- did he have to answer them again? It wasn't like it was their business to know everything he was doing, right? That was his job. Despite his agitation, the mangy feline remained expressionless, one arm shifting off the brick wall to restlessly swing over the side. "Like I said, this is Audrey," Beck grumbled back, his gaze never leaving the plant to greet them. He wasn't sure who exactly was around him now, their mingling scents enough to confuse his distracted nose, but based on their voices, he could assume it was Amunet and Killian, plus the heavy scent of burnt charcoal in the air informed him of Fenrisulfr's presence. "I saw 'em move, like, really move," the entity explained, although his hushed words seemed more like he was attempting to assure himself rather than relate his own experience. His unbroken staring match with Audrey inevitably paid off; a scraggly vine offered a faint, blink-and-you'll-miss-it twitch of its tapered end, a cheeky little wave to its growing audience. The gesture failed to go unnoticed by the alert poltergeist, immediately perking up with a victorious sneer and crowed out, "See? It moved!" A freezing paw accusingly pointed at the dangling vine, and he turned to the others with a pleading look, expecting them to deny the observation and confirm his fears.