06-19-2018, 04:55 AM
Unlike the other creatures unaffected by Crow's insulting words, Beck narrowed his eyes in irrational offense, all willingness to help quickly disappearing. Dropping the metallic shingle, resulting in a muffled clang against the mud, the poltergeist let out a punctured huff with a dangerously numb expression on his features. "Well, since ya don't want these 'hillbillies' helpin' ya, then we can just leave ya here," he falsely threatened, knowing that nobody in Tanglewood had the guts to leave someone to their doom -- where had they been when he was murdered? Swiping a tongue over exposed teeth, he cast an unreadable glance towards the five now gathered and continued with a nonchalant rattle, "If ya ain't got nothin' else to say, then we'll just leave ya out here with the gators. It was nice knowin' ya, Crow." Ears flicking back in dismissal, the commander appeared to make a move to leave, watching over his shoulder for an reaction.
If he hadn't been surrounded by softies determined to help any poor whelp that wound up on their land, Beck would have followed through with his threat and abandoned Crow without a second thought. Just out of spite. Of course, when Amunet welcomed the metallic feline, he was forced to drop his act. The poltergeist hung close by, bloodless lips curling into a strained grin as he mock-echoed after the goddess in a shockingly accurate impression, "Yeah, 'welcome'." Still upset over the verbal jabs Crow had spoken and the fact he couldn't leave the armless robot out as gator bait, Beck bitterly spat on the ground, in vain as toxic drool still clung to his disfigured maw, and stalked off into the cattails, hopefully leading the crowd to drag Crow back to the ghost town.
[align=center]»――➤If he hadn't been surrounded by softies determined to help any poor whelp that wound up on their land, Beck would have followed through with his threat and abandoned Crow without a second thought. Just out of spite. Of course, when Amunet welcomed the metallic feline, he was forced to drop his act. The poltergeist hung close by, bloodless lips curling into a strained grin as he mock-echoed after the goddess in a shockingly accurate impression, "Yeah, 'welcome'." Still upset over the verbal jabs Crow had spoken and the fact he couldn't leave the armless robot out as gator bait, Beck bitterly spat on the ground, in vain as toxic drool still clung to his disfigured maw, and stalked off into the cattails, hopefully leading the crowd to drag Crow back to the ghost town.