08-05-2018, 09:57 PM
Anger was an emotion he struggled with helping people through. Back before the dimension hopping or whatever had happened to him, he had been fine - emotional manipulation went a long way when half the people he met were afraid of him and the other half were people with anger management issues attracted to a clan that offered pure freedom. Except this wasn't before the dimension hop, this wasn't when he had a bunch of neat tricks up his sleeve, mostly stuff he wouldn't use ever. No, he didn't have emotional manipulation anymore. He was stranded with basically nothing, except the ability to see essence, as he always possessed, forced to work to get everything back from the ground up. It was very difficult, he had to admit, but he wasn't opposed to work, especially since he knew a lot already. All he had to do was restore what was necessary for himself, and keep improving upon it until he died.
The spider, around the size of your average cat, was attracted by a commotion - a clamor of steel and shouting, combined to make any creature with a hint of curiosity come closer, even those without a hint of sapient thought in them. As he neared the canid, one who was intimidatingly bigger than him and likely able to kill him with little effort, he overheard only cursing at someone who wasn't there, presumably just to the empty air to let out some of that emotion. He could understand that pretty well.
"Subject require assistance?" the spider asked, innocently, nearing the memorabilia the dog had collected, though keeping an eye on him just to make sure he didn't do anything related to arachnid maiming. He didn't consider, though, that Leroy might not want people around at all right now, or that the information could be sensitive in some way.
That he couldn't empathize with, nor sympathize, as he had no such fears regarding his hobbies, even if his hobbies were very... surgical.
The spider, around the size of your average cat, was attracted by a commotion - a clamor of steel and shouting, combined to make any creature with a hint of curiosity come closer, even those without a hint of sapient thought in them. As he neared the canid, one who was intimidatingly bigger than him and likely able to kill him with little effort, he overheard only cursing at someone who wasn't there, presumably just to the empty air to let out some of that emotion. He could understand that pretty well.
"Subject require assistance?" the spider asked, innocently, nearing the memorabilia the dog had collected, though keeping an eye on him just to make sure he didn't do anything related to arachnid maiming. He didn't consider, though, that Leroy might not want people around at all right now, or that the information could be sensitive in some way.
That he couldn't empathize with, nor sympathize, as he had no such fears regarding his hobbies, even if his hobbies were very... surgical.
tags - "speech"