07-14-2018, 12:27 PM
The maw of the trap? What did that mean? "Woke up. How self reached current area, unknown. Maw of trap? Elaborate." The words in his mouth felt foreign, almost inefficient, akin to someone mumbling when they woke up even if his voice was deep, loud, and clear. This... thing was a very interesting creature to be talking, he thought, looking as far off from any regular canid or feline to be found in any clan he'd ever seen. He'd have to ask about it later.
The next subject was very... aggressive, rising out of the water like a foul ghoul and then immediately baring his teeth at the spider. He wondered what sort of venom he had in his fangs right now, sort of worried about his chances at a 2v1, soon to become a 4v1 - he sincerely doubted his chances at winning that sort of thing, though he did have the mobility advantage. "Greetings," he decided to say, to ease the tense atmosphere. He sincerely wished he still had his emotional manipulation so he could at the very least calm some people down, even if it was just a tad.
Next was someone just intent on keeping the peace, thank god. Two of his eyes focused on Vigenere, a feeling the animal could hopefully recognize as him switching his focus, the rest of his eyes flitting about the place making sure nobody jumped him, as he spoke again. "You. Seem rational. What is current location?" It sounded like a command with the very threatening deep monotony of his voice, but he honestly just intended it as a pure, innocent question.
The last to file in besides all the others and gawk at his more-than-average limbs and arachnid appearance was someone that seemed... arachnophobic. Great, a character trait he had absolutely not seen dozens of times. It had worn off its entertainment value a long time ago, only now being slightly irksome whenever someone came up to him and spent the next five minutes screaming about spiders. "Would not recommend killing self. Sapient, have done no harm. Abathur Everman, emergency medical professional." That was about the only title he could conjure up at the moment, and as far as he knew his skills as a doctor were the only things untainted by his awakening. Everything else was gone.
The next subject was very... aggressive, rising out of the water like a foul ghoul and then immediately baring his teeth at the spider. He wondered what sort of venom he had in his fangs right now, sort of worried about his chances at a 2v1, soon to become a 4v1 - he sincerely doubted his chances at winning that sort of thing, though he did have the mobility advantage. "Greetings," he decided to say, to ease the tense atmosphere. He sincerely wished he still had his emotional manipulation so he could at the very least calm some people down, even if it was just a tad.
Next was someone just intent on keeping the peace, thank god. Two of his eyes focused on Vigenere, a feeling the animal could hopefully recognize as him switching his focus, the rest of his eyes flitting about the place making sure nobody jumped him, as he spoke again. "You. Seem rational. What is current location?" It sounded like a command with the very threatening deep monotony of his voice, but he honestly just intended it as a pure, innocent question.
The last to file in besides all the others and gawk at his more-than-average limbs and arachnid appearance was someone that seemed... arachnophobic. Great, a character trait he had absolutely not seen dozens of times. It had worn off its entertainment value a long time ago, only now being slightly irksome whenever someone came up to him and spent the next five minutes screaming about spiders. "Would not recommend killing self. Sapient, have done no harm. Abathur Everman, emergency medical professional." That was about the only title he could conjure up at the moment, and as far as he knew his skills as a doctor were the only things untainted by his awakening. Everything else was gone.
tags - "speech"