07-05-2019, 09:49 PM
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To an entity as old as he truly was, recognizing faces from the recent past, much less names, was a rarity. As expected, these two peculiar figures hobbling to the border failed to ring any bell in Beck's memory. From what he could overhear, however, his peers certainly recognized the pair. He gave a quiet snicker at Leroy's venomous tone -- knowing how blunt the wolfhound could be, his threats undoubtedly held hefty gravity. On any other occasion, the poltergeist would have observed the ensuing conflict with no shortage of amusement plastered on his scarred face. If only he could enjoy a bag of popcorn during this show.
Beck remained perched on a tree branch above the scene, gauze-bound forelegs dangling to and fro as he watched in silence. It all certainly was interesting. Or it would've been if he could salvage any sort of concern for the temporary sacks of flesh below him. If anything, the poltergeist was only present to participate in the possible scrap; he craved proper bloodshed these days after months of solitude. To see the creatures writhe to escape and to scream as they realized there was no hope left for them... now, that was truly amusing. He'd be lion if he said he didn't want both Stryker's and Ninazu's heads tacked to his wall -- they would be the mane trophy in his collection! Beck snickered at his morbid wordplay, cupping his snout with a paw before his attention returned to the fugitive attempting to persuade his enemies. Pathetic. The scrawny feline narrowed his eyes as Stryker continued to speak, realization worming its way into his brain. His head reared, honey-brown eyes locked onto the beast he heard so much of during his days loitering around the pirate scoundrels.
As Arrow tossed her two cents into the fiasco, Beck released his grip on the branch, softly landing behind the runagate pair. Straightening from his braced crouch, the poltergeist crooned in a ludic voice, "'Fraid not, Arrow. Ya see, I know a certain 'pirate princess' --" he spat the self-proclaimed title with mockery laced in his breathless words -- "who'd love to settle a score with this bootlicker here." Revenge proved to be a relentless motivator; Beck happened to know first-hand just how intoxicated with the blinding goal Goldenluxury was. Who would've thought his traitorous wandering could provide such personal intel? The boy licked his teeth exposed by the burn marring his face before sneering, "If ya ask me, I don't want an entitled Goldilocks to come knockin' on our door 'n' wreckin' all our shit just 'cause y'all wanted to watch this sick fucker chase his own tail." Truthfully, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with the captain in a situation he couldn't fully control. "But if that's your cup of tea, be my guest," the poltergeist concluded, breaking into a harsh cackle until he lapsed into a rasping quiet once more.
Beck remained perched on a tree branch above the scene, gauze-bound forelegs dangling to and fro as he watched in silence. It all certainly was interesting. Or it would've been if he could salvage any sort of concern for the temporary sacks of flesh below him. If anything, the poltergeist was only present to participate in the possible scrap; he craved proper bloodshed these days after months of solitude. To see the creatures writhe to escape and to scream as they realized there was no hope left for them... now, that was truly amusing. He'd be lion if he said he didn't want both Stryker's and Ninazu's heads tacked to his wall -- they would be the mane trophy in his collection! Beck snickered at his morbid wordplay, cupping his snout with a paw before his attention returned to the fugitive attempting to persuade his enemies. Pathetic. The scrawny feline narrowed his eyes as Stryker continued to speak, realization worming its way into his brain. His head reared, honey-brown eyes locked onto the beast he heard so much of during his days loitering around the pirate scoundrels.
As Arrow tossed her two cents into the fiasco, Beck released his grip on the branch, softly landing behind the runagate pair. Straightening from his braced crouch, the poltergeist crooned in a ludic voice, "'Fraid not, Arrow. Ya see, I know a certain 'pirate princess' --" he spat the self-proclaimed title with mockery laced in his breathless words -- "who'd love to settle a score with this bootlicker here." Revenge proved to be a relentless motivator; Beck happened to know first-hand just how intoxicated with the blinding goal Goldenluxury was. Who would've thought his traitorous wandering could provide such personal intel? The boy licked his teeth exposed by the burn marring his face before sneering, "If ya ask me, I don't want an entitled Goldilocks to come knockin' on our door 'n' wreckin' all our shit just 'cause y'all wanted to watch this sick fucker chase his own tail." Truthfully, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with the captain in a situation he couldn't fully control. "But if that's your cup of tea, be my guest," the poltergeist concluded, breaking into a harsh cackle until he lapsed into a rasping quiet once more.