08-13-2018, 09:41 PM
From how often he heard "Jesus fuck" used seriously, he might as well start responding to it - not that specifically, but any phrase regarding Jesus seemed to be popularly used against him. This was exactly the sort of reaction he was hoping for, to be frank, the sort that made him let out a soft chuckle, turning to Vigenere with eyes large enough to peer into, even if Abby's were... somewhat higher up. "Greetings, subject Vigenere," he said, deep voice clear of the usual grumble that made him sound somewhat livid half the time, though perhaps his clearer voice could be chalked up to his expanded body. Was him being this big normal? Well no, technically, by the laws of nature and the biology of his species it wasn't normal, but outside of technicalities... "Yes.
Subject Abathur, potentially growing to natural size." He got a kick out of imagining Vigenere's reaction to the idea that he was still growing - that'd certainly be fun.
The person with the most affinity for him - as far as he could tell, at least - had arrived now. His sister in arms, a comrade in the field of mad science, someone he could probably rely on, even if just a little bit. "Subject Aya," the spider said, taking in her reaction to his size. He wasn't even that impressive, really - he hadn't modified his carapace or limited musculature to allow him to bend his limbs in whatever way he pleased, he hadn't modified his chitin to change color at will, he hadn't done any of that. And yet she still seemed in awe at the size of him - he wasn't light-years or anything, but he'd gladly take what he could get, basking in appreciation like a cat did the sun. "No, growth, incidental - must research own essence for possible mutations, side effects. Still, enjoy size very much."
Now that he was somewhat sizeable and likely still growing, he looked back on his view towards Tanglewood, and realized that maybe part of the innate distaste he had for the swamp was his natural instincts telling him to run, every motor in his body wanting him to get out of there and find somewhere where the people he could eat were a little bit smaller. Those instincts were dulled, though, and as he thought about Tanglewood he realized that, even if it wouldn't measure up to where he last lived, he could still make it a home.
Subject Abathur, potentially growing to natural size." He got a kick out of imagining Vigenere's reaction to the idea that he was still growing - that'd certainly be fun.
The person with the most affinity for him - as far as he could tell, at least - had arrived now. His sister in arms, a comrade in the field of mad science, someone he could probably rely on, even if just a little bit. "Subject Aya," the spider said, taking in her reaction to his size. He wasn't even that impressive, really - he hadn't modified his carapace or limited musculature to allow him to bend his limbs in whatever way he pleased, he hadn't modified his chitin to change color at will, he hadn't done any of that. And yet she still seemed in awe at the size of him - he wasn't light-years or anything, but he'd gladly take what he could get, basking in appreciation like a cat did the sun. "No, growth, incidental - must research own essence for possible mutations, side effects. Still, enjoy size very much."
Now that he was somewhat sizeable and likely still growing, he looked back on his view towards Tanglewood, and realized that maybe part of the innate distaste he had for the swamp was his natural instincts telling him to run, every motor in his body wanting him to get out of there and find somewhere where the people he could eat were a little bit smaller. Those instincts were dulled, though, and as he thought about Tanglewood he realized that, even if it wouldn't measure up to where he last lived, he could still make it a home.
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